I Woke Up Pregnant With An Undead's Child - Chapter 29

“I'll bite you. Right here,” he pointed to his own arm, then his leg, then his neck, his smile widening.“I'll bite and bite and bite until I feel the blood run down my teeth. Until you scream just like him.” He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving theirs.“Want to see how much you can bleed before you pass out?”- A 7 year old once said*****Hiroshi Watanabe and his friend, Owen were survivors of Zombie apocalypse and Black Dawn, a catastrophic event where the sun itself turned against humanity, scorching the earth and leaving only ashes in its wake.But death was not the end. Hiroshi woke up—not in the burning wastelands of Earth, but in the grand hall of a noble estate, surrounded by stone pillars and robed figures.He found himself in the body of Axelius Dravenhart, the seven-year-old of the Noble Family of Dravenhart—renowned across the Kingdom of Archantia as the Greatest Beast Tamers for generations.Yet, his new life was far from a blessing. Axelius was labeled a disgrace from birth: No mana core, mana-less, unblessed, and shunned during the grand Awakening Ceremony—a moment where nobles discover their affinities, whether it be Elemental Magic, Weapon Mastery, Spiritual Arts, or Beast Taming.In a world dominated by powerful abilities and prestigious bloodlines, Axelius was nothing more than a powerless shadow, ignored by his own family and ridiculed by noble society.But Hiroshi was no ordinary soul. Armed with the memories of surviving Apocalypse and the instincts of a fighter, he soon discovered a dark hidden power.While the Dravenharts prided themselves on taming majestic beasts, Hiroshi, now Axelius, held the power to tame the untamable: Monsters. These terrifying creatures, feared from civilization for their uncontrollable nature, would bend to his will.The Dravenhart legacy of taming would not be denied to him—not by blood, nor by fate.--------BEASTS - Magestic,noble creatures, sacred companions of tamers.MONSTERS – Chaotic, often corrupted creatures. Dangerous, untamable by normal methods. Feared by society.Psycho MC✅Stubborn ✅No harem✅One FL ✅

While watching an action movie, Ye Xuan suddenly died and came to the mutated Blue Star.However, he became a person with the lowest awakened attribute, a total loser in the eyes of others...“Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully binding the invincible beast control system. The novice gift package has been automatically delivered!”“Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the SSS-level spiritual attribute, with an affinity for all beasts!”Ye Xuan's body trembled suddenly.Did he just receive some powerful cheats?It was awesome!The genius campus belle said, “Is this the loser you guys were talking about? His beast is so big!”The mature mentor said, “Ye Xuan, controlling beasts starts with controlling people. Come to my room tonight and I'll teach you hands-on!”The ice-cold empress said, “God, he's too strong. He's the man I've been looking for!”A beautiful witch brought chaos to the Blue Star with evil magical creatures.Ye Xuan said, “Don't worry. I'll take care of it!”

I somehow managed to be reincarnated as a maid who monopolized the Emperor’s affection. In the end, she was killed by the Evil Empress through vicious means.‘Fortunately, I’m only five years old.’‘I still have a long way to go before the original work begins, so shouldn’t I just avoid the Emperor and Empress until then?’I thought so, but…“Lize, what did you say to the Emperor?”“I said that I support you.”The evil Empress who was supposed to kill me in the original story won’t leave me alone.“Truthfully, you like me much more than the Emperor, don’t you? Am I right?”Is the Empress trying to win me over?

“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.