Don’t Discriminate Against Species - Chapter 47 - Curiosity

Jayhan's life was more active than the average person's, and he was loving it.He had a beautiful gamer girlfriend who was basically every man's type and a job working as a construction worker for the government while also being a streamer on the side.One day, he and his girlfriend got into a new game that had launched, an apocalypse game that focused on survival.What happens when this game suddenly becomes reality, and the whole world is pulled into this madness?Not only that, Jayhan also realized, unlike everyone else, he had a system, one that gave him an edge over the rest.[Welcome to the Survival System.][You have unlocked three unique skills for your survival.][The SSS-rank skill, Radar, is now under your possession.][The SSS-rank skill, Lord of Information, is now under your possession.][The SSS-rank skill, Absorb, is now under your possession.][For every orb you absorb, you get closer to gaining the skill of said orb.][For every follower you gain, you activate, share their growth, and progress.]Just when Jayhan thought he had gotten everything, he found out he wasn't the only one with a system; his girlfriend was also gifted the same thing.Except hers is solely focused on his safety.{Jayhan's survival rate is below 79%.}{Alert, danger has been placed on Jayhan.}How will they survive the apocalypse together when other people are actively trying to follow him in the process?

“The more the Holy See supports me, the more it means I am doing the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it means I am doing the right thing.”

“If even the heretics praise me, it proves that I did the right thing. If the heretics don’t say a word, it shows that I did something impeccable!”

“If the Holy See opposes me, it means that they have degenerated into evil heretics. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it means that I have done the right thing.”?

In 681, Ansu, the youngest Pope in the history of the Holy See, was crowned Holy Pope. He delivered a speech and gave important instructions for the subsequent de-deification work. Pope Anzu emphasized:

“And now both the Holy See and heretics are against me, which just shows that I am on the right path!”

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685 years.

“It’s not that the evil god can’t be summoned, but it’s more cost-effective to choose him to take the stage.”

Sylvia, the former Saint of the Demon Tribe, commented this way.

As soon as these remarks came out, they instantly aroused the attention of all walks of life – the large-scale documentary “The Legend of Pope Anzu” will continue to be broadcast for you.

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This is the story of a top evil player speeding through a fantasy world.

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Ye Qingge, a 22nd century dual-material firearms master, wears it!

Encountered a vicious aunt?

Ye Qingge unhurriedly took out a gun, and after shooting…

My aunt is crying!

Encountered a group of vicious bandits?

Ye Qingge unhurriedly took out a machine gun, and after firing…

Bandits cry!

Encounter an enemy army with wolf ambitions?

Ye Qingge unhurriedly resisted a shoulder-fired rocket, after launching…

Army cry!

Couldn’t help but look up and ask the sky, is there no one who can restrain her?

The emperor of a certain country who looks at the common people like nothing: let me try

A certain uncle who looks like a banished fairy on the outside and has a black belly on the inside: I will try it too

Ye Qingge: Do you choose a pistol, a machine gun, or a rocket?

A certain emperor: …

A certain uncle: …

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I heard that Xiao Guo’s “ghost-faced” general who uses soldiers like a god and has first-class marksmanship is actually a woman?

Prince Zhou Guo on the battlefield: “Woman? No more fights, no more fights, I want to get married!”

A romantic emperor from the southern kingdom: “I happen to be short of a fierce queen, so that I can suppress the harem.”

A certain prince with white veils in the Xiao Kingdom: Sorry for being late.

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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.