MTL - A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating - Chapter 283 Lubao's friends

[Double wear + era group pet + ability + space]

Jiang Zhiying, the female overlord of the last days, transmigrated into the villain female supporting role who kept dying and ended miserably in the era text.

My father is the future boss, but my mother is the boss’ best ex-wife. Grandpa’s family doted on her, but she was the villain in the book, and she would not end well in the future.

There is also a scheming heroine who always wants to rob her father and the space jade pendant~

Jiang Zhiying said that this is not a problem. With space and abilities in hand, she can roam freely.

and many more! How did the mortal enemy pass through!

Jiang Zhiying decided to attack first, who would have known that the eyes of her nemesis were getting more and more wrong!

PS: 1V1 Shuangjie sweet pet, the male and female protagonists are big brothers.

- Description from novelbuddy

Zou Liang, an otaku with a passionate interest in a fighting game came into a world governed by the beast tribes.

There the ones with high martial ability were respected.

Extreme beauties were a little silly.

This guy felt depressed. Such a crazy really could force a civilized people like him to turn crazy!

Scoundrel Zou began his unrestrained and destructive journey in the Beast God Continent.

Rules? There are no rules!

Principles? His actions defined the principles!

Occupations? Occupations were as unimportant as fleeting clouds. What he sought was omnipotence!

In a different world, Zou held the same passion.

This is a story of a nobody becoming the great conqueror—step by step—as a human, filled with touching emotions, explosive anger, and hot blood forever!

- Description from Novelupdates

“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.

For the man’s promise, Xiao Chen returned strongly, the bodyguard of the body of the beauty president, sweeping the enemy of all directions, composing the legend of the king!

- Description from Uukanshu (translated)