Loved By An Older Man - Chapter 1502 Heading To The Competition Area

Seth Zephyr is the prodigy of the Zephyr Noble Household, who will one day be regarded as the strongest Mage in the entire world.Compared to him, his twin brother Ashfelt Zephyr is completely unimpressive.He is untalented, mediocre at best, and is merely riding on his brother’s coattails as they both manage to get into the Akashic Magus Academy. However, what many don’t know is that Ashfelt is hiding a little secret of his own.… He was reincarnated from Earth into a Fantasy Novel, and now he must see this story to its perfect end if he is ever to return home.How is an Extra supposed to do all of that when he is a completely useless character in a world that cares only about talent and power?It’s simple!“I will use all of my knowledge of this world to the fullest… and make sure you fulfill your destiny, Seth! No matter what!”Tags: Transmigration. Extra. Action. Adventure. Magic. Academy. Antihero. WeaktoStrong. Overpowered. Romance. Superpowers. Strongactingweak. Mystery. BeastTaming.

Lin Feng traversed to the Saier Universe. This universe does not have the Saier robots from his previous life; instead, the hierarchy is somewhat similar to Pokémon.The bosses of various planets from his previous life have become rare and powerful Quasi-God elves.And those elves without a clan but with high abilities have become the legendary god-level elves.The Trainer profession has risen abruptly, and powerful trainers have become the rulers of a galaxy!Lin Feng embarks on the path to becoming stronger, aiming to stand at the pinnacle of the universe!When receiving his initial elf, the golden finger officially comes online!【Ding. Congratulations to the host for obtaining the level-one god “Primordial Spirit of Enlightenment”!】Lin Feng: “Goodness, starting with a top-tier companion, I’m invincible from the get-go!”(Even those who haven’t played can enjoy reading this)

I was transported into the romantic fantasy novel my younger sister was reading, not as the male lead but as the second male lead. If I remember correctly, this punk is fated to go into war in the future and die in the male lead’s place.

Okay, I’ve made up my mind. Let’s not go anywhere near the main characters and stay healthy until I can go home.

Dear readers! Fresh green style, maybe you will like it more in .

“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.