Imperial God Emperor - Chapter 111 Before Leaving (1)

Cliche. Another monster progression story. That was probably what you thought when you read the title of my story. And, I can't lie, for the most part, it probably is.But, what else am I supposed to do when I've been thrusted into a world that could kill me in an instant? There's nothing to do but to progress, to devour and evolve. You would do the same too.Such is the basis of a monster.Such is the right of any living being.So that's what I did. I ate, I killed and I hoarded anything I could get my big limbs on. Friendship, allies and love? There used to be a little god calling himself “Heaven's Equal” who spouted of such things, before I ate him. The world went pretty quiet after that.Follow my story. Read for yourself how I evolved from a little monster in a lake I thought was the ocean, all the way into the Titan Of Destruction.What To Expect:- A relatively quick progression story- Ruthless, I mean - Fang Yuag levels - of ruthless protagonist.- A system? that grows stronger along with the protagonist- Big Monsters Duking It Out, with minimal humans/beastmen/elves, etc. . .focus. Basically, monsterverse without annoying ass humans ruining the show.- Did I mention that the protagonist was pretty evil?

The earth has entered the era of aura recovery, and human beings have started their supernatural awakening!

Jiangnan start awakening the strongest to spread the system, potion? Detoxification of small soybeans? Lucky cherries? In short supply!

The world’s top gods, richest men, beautiful school girls, popular anchors, goddess of high cold, and peak powers have all come to buy.

Jiang Nan: “I’m not interested in making billions of dollars! I just want to pit… Uh, my wish is for world peace!”

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[Decisive killing! Invincible! No Madonna plot! 】

When a thunderbolt tore through the night and a blood moon descended, the world changed from then on, all beasts evolved, vegetation grew wildly, and wisdom was opened.

In just one night, the whole world fell into bloody chaos. The powerless human beings couldn’t stop the mutated beasts and the plants that started the evolution of Ganoderma lucidum, and countless human beings became their meals.

However, the people with the tattoos were horrified to find that the tattoos on their body surface also revived, giving them incomparably powerful power.

Gu Changqing travels back to the eve of the world’s mutation three years after the world’s mutation.

In his previous life, he was reduced to a low-level laborer because he had no tattoos on his body. Now he has traveled back and survived the troubled times. The first thing he did was to invite the world’s top tattoo masters to engrave the world’s top ten demon tattoos: Rahu, Qilin, White Tiger, Black Dragon, Death, Shura, God, Skeleton, Great Sage, Nezha!

Because he knew that engraving tattoos after the changes in the world would not awaken them and become powerful combat forces.

- Description from novelbuddy

“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.