Hide And Cultivate In The East Palace, Only To Find The Prince Is A Girl - Chapter 803 - : The Real Yang Hongling

Ren’s life ends in tragedy when a selfless sacrifice leads to his untimely death. Awakening in the afterlife, he’s offered three choices: two promising unimaginable power and one granting the simple, normal life he’s always craved.Without hesitation, he steps through the black gate to start his normal life.But there is a catch. He’s been tricked.Reborn into a world of magic and danger, Ren awakens with rare beast-taming abilities that draw the empire’s ruthless attention. With a growing harem of powerful Beast Queens by his side, he must fight to survive, battle a spreading corruption, and protect the lands from destruction.Ren’s journey as a World Traveller will take him across realms, where untold dangers, allies, and unimaginable power await. And beautiful women not to be excluded.Yet this world, is only the beginning.(ALWAYS CHECK AUXILIARY CHAPTERS EVERY TUESDAY, THURSDAY, AND SUNDAY)

Truck-Kun strikes again, but Dan isn't heading to a fantasy world; it's coming to him! Dan will have to figure things out on his own, waking up with a strange new power and his head in a pretty girl's lap!

A crazy voice claiming to be an AI named Orphus tells him the world is about to change, and a battle of good and evil will tear the entire world apart. Dan isn't told he is the only Hero out of the thousands of humans that received special powers!

The Truth of the AI might change everything, but as far as Daniel can see, the AI are a problem that he needs to deal with. This journey is only just beginning, more danger is on the horizon, and Daniel finds out that the problems he faces now are just a warm-up for the actual challenge.

Even if the universe turns against Daniel, he must stand tall and face it all. There isn't anyone else who can do it; he is the only Hero in a universe trying to tear itself apart.

The Hero isn't alone.

Daniel will have the help of his girls, those close to him, and friends he makes along the way. Get ready for a journey that stretches past the limits of your imagination, the known universe!

Friends, standing before you is:The Master Of Gacha;The Bug Catcher’s Bane;The Nightmare of Every Youngster;The Idol To Countless Boys And Girls;The Second-in-Command of Team Rocket;The Uncrowned King of the Underworld;The Youngest Champion In History;Master Of All Types;Luo 'The Shining Light Of The League' Yuan!

“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.