MTL - Becoming a Global Superstar Starting as an Idol Trainee - Chapter 510 Dramatic change

A story of Gin, a young man who lost his memories before the age of 17 and became a magician. Living a quiet life running a cafe while researching magic, he is suddenly thrust into an unknown world. Moving between Earth and a realm filled with danger and secrets, Gin must rely on his knowledge, skills, and magical prowess to navigate the perils that arise. Ruthless and determined, he will stop at nothing to uncover the truth behind his lost memories and the mysteries of the world, using every tool at his disposal to rise above all

Jaden lived an ordinary life. This was the life that he had lived for several years now. This kind of life was one that had existed ever since the death of his parents.His parents died in an accident, leaving him an orphan. The moment that his parents died, his uncles came over and took over everything that was supposed to be taken by him.He tried going to court, trying to see if he could get back the wealth that belonged to his family, but due to the connections that his uncles possessed, he did not succeed.Completely abandoned by his relatives and friends that existed before the death of his parents, Jaden was left to fend for himself.He managed to get a job as a bouncer in a club. But as a coincidence, he ended up irritating someone that he was not supposed to offend. And with that, he was beaten and left in an alley to die.But it was at that exact moment that out of nowhere, he was bitten by a dog. Jaden could not believe it. He had never expected that he was going to die just like this. And even before dying from the wounds that he had suffered from the beating, he was going to be infected by rabies?But the strange thing that happened was the fact that after the dog bit him, a holographic screen appeared in front of him.[Congratulations on being chosen by The Bodyguard System.]And with that, Jaden's life changed completely.

[The omnipotent full-level boss vs the doting wife Wudu Zhenguo general]

The modern cultivator Chu Qingzhi went down to earth to experience the tribulation of love, and was forced to lean on the body of an ancient peasant girl.

There are eight children in the little girl’s family, and she has a total of nine, so she has to shoulder the burden of supporting the family.

Exercising the art of beast control, subdued the tiger as the mount, the black bear as the main force, the wolf as the helper, and the monkey as the pathfinder, and went hunting together.

Cloth ice formations, make ice cream, and sell them all over the streets.

Planting herbs in the way of medicine, asking for diagnosis and treatment, rubbing pills, attracted princes and nobles to scramble for her, and even the emperor called her a lady.

In order to become a fairy, she supported her family while starting the road to find her husband.

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The poorest family in the village, since they took back their daughter, everyone thought that life would become more and more difficult. Unexpectedly, after a period of time, they were building houses and buying land…

This is not the daughter who was taken back, this is the God of Wealth!

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The general of Zhenguo, who even refused to marry the princess, went back to his hometown to recuperate for a while, and then suddenly got married. He married a little peasant girl.

While everyone was waiting to see the joke, dignitaries came to visit one after another.

The queen mother took Chu Qingzhi’s hand, “Qingzhi, how about I recognize you as my younger sister?”

The emperor looked at Chu Qingzhi with satisfaction, “Madam, would you like to be an official in the court?”

The little prince grabbed Chu Qingzhi’s clothes, “Sister Qingzhi, I want to eat ice cream.”

- 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.