I am the Demon king, but why do the Goddesses favor me? - Chapter 11: A massacre

In 2040, The Earth was bathed in powerful radiation when a star went supernova, this radiation granted 50% of humans superhuman abilities but also created a nightmare for them as animals, insects, and carnivorous plants were mutated and became overpowered with intelligence, human started teetering on the brink of survival, a boy with no powers and no father, with a mother in a coma, seems destined for obscurity, but one night changed his life, with a new found hope to cure his mum from the everlasting sleep—Gene Elixir— he went on on a journey that would reshape his destiny...~Voracious Sovereign... Gene Devourer...Pray you won't be devoured by this power you wield which hunger is insatiable~~You call yourself an opportunist... But... you aren't free. A hungry man is not a free man...~

“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.

Lu Shang picked up a dirty teenager while discussing work at a bar. It was merely happenstance, but memories from ten years ago resurfaced when he saw the gunshot scars on the teenager’s back.

Lu Shang asked him, “What is your name?”

“Xiao Li… My surname is Li, so they all called me Xiao Li.”

“You don’t have a name?”

“I don’t remember.”

Lu Shang said, “Then I will call you Li Sui. From now on, you will be with me.”

From that day onward, a young “lover” was always by Lu Shang’s side.

Years later, Dr. Leung teased Lu Shang, “You didn’t get his heart, instead your heart caved in; boss Lu, that doesn’t seem like a bargain.”

Former bigshot, Ying Zijin, woke up one day as the lost daughter of the Ying family, who had been missing for fifteen years. The Ying family promptly adopted another child to replace her.Upon returning to the wealthy family, everyone mocked her for not being as clever, capable, sensible, and elegant as a fake heiress. Her parents considered her a stain on the family and warned her not to harbor any illusions of being a lady of the family. They said she should be grateful for being a foster daughter, or else they would send her away.Ying Zijin: “I’ll leave then. No need to see me off.”While the Ying family celebrated joyously and others waited to see the real heiress make a fool of herself, influential figures from various fields took action.The top-rated idol with the most influential fans said, “Miss Ying, just let me know if you need anything.”The heir to a global economic monopoly said, “Ying family? What’s that? Boss, should we just wipe them out?”The number one martial artist in the country asked, “Who dares to bully my master?”The genius teenage boy with an IQ of 228 said, “That’s my sister.”A man with an incredibly seductive appearance smirked lazily and casually, saying, “Sure, then call me brother-in-law.”The influential figures were confused.When the real heiress’ true identity was restored, it caused a sensation on the internet. The Ying family went crazy and knelt, crying and begging her to come back.