I'm the Farmgirl You Can't Mess With - Chapter 1197: Education

Earth has been visited by the Embryeniel records, so the world and its habitants are pushed towards the path of evolution.Strange monsters only made up by imagination appeared everywhere and the world changed into a situation of either survival or death.Jon is a normal student in Palflic university, all he thought about was finishing his school safely and is faced with possibility of been abandoned by his parents, however little did he know about himself and what the world had in-store for him.Other worlds and universes, clans and sects, people and monsters stand in his way, will he prevail or succumb to the desires of others.

Branded as the last remnants of evil.Once known as Cero Restes, now living under the name Gabby Magus walked into villain’s path. He swore to hunt every hero’s affiliated with the Dukedom of South in the kingdom of La Magia.Through a web of lies, manipulation, and ruthless strategy, he will rise—not as a savior, but as the villain hidden within the hero’s party.

Ryan, an average guy, was making his way to the office, feeling the weight of his monotonous routine.Meanwhile, a being made entirely of pure light sat on a peculiar sofa, engulfed in darkness. This being was also experiencing boredom, but it was a far more intense sensation—so intense that he was on the verge of losing his mind and unleashing chaos.Just as he teetered on the brink of madness, a brilliant idea sparked in his mind, setting the stage for what was to come._______This is my first time writing, so I appreciate your constructive feedback. Thank you for reading—enjoy the journey!______Well I was just checking the synopsis and other things and after rereading the synopsis I think it's a bit too vague and complicated so I'm going to explain it in simple terms and tell a bit more about the novel▪︎▪︎Explain in simple words▪︎▪︎There was a guy Ryan who was walking to his office while feeling bored from his everyday lifeAnd there was another guy/entity who was also feeling bored, but he was feeling bored to the point of going crazy, so there came an idea to his mind......•••Explain a bit more than what is in actual synopsis•••Entity summons Ryan to his place and tells him he will reincarnate him in some world, and Ryan asks him Entity says you will know in the future then Ryan asks what do you want me to do entity say again you will know in future, and then entity reincarnate Ryan in some fantasy world as dragon and for more, you need to read ch...●●and for what I was thinking before writing this novel●●Well, aren't there many novels with Mc getting reincarnated in another world and no one saying they don't want to reincarnate or go to another world,Yeah, that's all I was thinking before I started writing it...

“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.