Dual Cultivation: Ying Yang is way to Chaos - Chapter 285: Get Lost

The ordinary youth lacked the exceptional talents of his peers, yet he possessed a shocking heritage, bearing a mysterious bloodline and harboring the spirit of the Evil Dragon.A deadly incident caused the youth to fuse with the Evil Dragon's memories and his Martial Soul, his divine might shaking the heavens!The dormant dragon was startled awake, its roar shaking a thousand mountains.

“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.

Su Chen opens his eyes and finds himself in the previous game Light of Truth, which is set in the era of great development of Wizards.Now the Wizards have just defeated the gods and are wholeheartedly researching and developing various domains, compared to the later environment, it's barely stable.However, even having traversed to such a relatively stable era and possessing a game panel, Su Chen could not be considered happy.Because, even in this era, there are Temple Knights ready to seek revenge, who can appear at any time and start killing unscrupulously.

The next morning, Eleanor woke up in an unfamiliar room, sun streaming through the window. Beside her, the man from last night was fully dressed, sipping coffee. His expression was cold.The vague memories of last night returned in snippets. “I didn't mean… I was drunk,” Eleanor stammered.Liam raised an eyebrow with a small sad smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Save it. You're not the first to try to seduce me.”Eleanor's anger flared. “I wasn't trying to seduce you! And I'm not some prostitute.”Liam's gaze hardened. “Well, I'm not here to judge you, but don't expect any more than that.”With that, he turned and left, leaving Eleanor stunned.*******Eleanor's life instantly changed when she lost her job and got into a contract marriage with Liam Chase, a ruthless and possessive billionaire who agreed to pay off her debts. Life with Liam was a difficult one as he was cold to her. She found solace in the hands of his cousin and became pregnant for him.But what happens when she finds out that her billionaire husband is linked to her past?Will she easily let go or will her past hunt her forever?Will Liam's cousin come to her rescue or is she doomed forever?Dive into the book and find out more.