A World Worth Protecting - Chapter 379: The Bigger the Territory, the More Powerful Baole Was

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️THIS NOVEL PARTICIPATED IN WSA 2025!---Nero Vaelheim. A name etched in history as that of a fleeting antagonist, a mere stepping stone for the heroes.But what if the pawn refused to be sacrificed?When a devoted reader is reborn in the body of this doomed villain, he has only one goal: to break the script, rewrite his fate… and bend this world to his own rules.After all, why settle for being an obstacle when you can become the ultimate threat?

Bai Feng transmigrated into the game and became a formidable giant of the demon race, Bai Qingling.In the game, Bai Qingling was a scheming and cold-hearted character who would do anything for immortality. He practiced the art of Voodoo, created human puppets, and committed all sorts of evil deeds.What's even more despicable was that he always treated his three adopted stunning female disciples as pawns, making them the common antagonistic bosses in the “pure love” and “fallen evil” paths of the game!Bai Feng's arrival happened to coincide with the game's finale. At this moment, Bai Qingling was severely injured, completely depleted of mana, and about to be betrayed by those around him!In order to protect himself, Bai Feng had no choice but to intensify his wickedness and interact with those around him with the most ruthless and evil demeanor.But little did he expect that...Eldest Disciple: What a great immortal Master is! I really want to cry!Second Disciple: People misunderstand him so much. Master is truly a great immortal of love!Third Disciple: If we can contribute to Master's quest for immortality by sacrificing everything, what are we waiting for?Righteous Fairy: Master, if you don't abandon me, I will be willing to abandon the light and embrace the darkness, serving you faithfully!

After transmigrating, a talented young woman became the black sheep of the Gu family. People even tried to cut her open and take her son away. Five years later, she returned with a cute baby.

She chuckled at the title of black sheep that she was given.

Everyone wanted the medicinal pills that she made!

She designed the most expensive jewelry in the capital!

She opened the biggest fine-dining restaurant in the country!

Even the most mysterious Island of No Return belonged to her!

Ms. Gu and her son drank and ate good food while they entertained themselves by humiliating others. Life was great!

However, one day, a man suddenly pinned her against the door. “How dare you steal my son?”

Hehe. Did he want to take her son away?

“Close the door and release the hounds!”

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.