MTL - Faraway Wanderers - Chapter 50 key

Xu Jinning traveled through time and entered the fictional world of the 1980s that was a mixture of several novels, and she was a fake daughter who would die of depression three years later. Knowing that this was an unchangeable world, Xu Jinning chose to live in ruins and survive as long as he could.

And the cannon fodder of these novels suddenly discovered that they could hear Xu Jinning’s heart!

[Sister, your plastic best friend will only lie to you, and will also plan to marry you to a domestic violence man, take away your college admission letter, and cause you to be miscarried and died by the domestic violence man. 】

Xu Fanghua: …I completely broke up with my best friend of more than ten years, pushed my best friend to a domestic violence man, and went to college with a college admission notice.

[Auntie, your house is going to be demolished. It is large in area and will subsidize several houses. Don’t sell it. 】

Aunt Xu: … gritted her teeth and refused to sell the house. Three months later, they moved into a new house and started living a life of collecting rent.

[You can’t raise pigs this year because there will be swine fever. If you raise pigs this year, you will lose money until you cry. 】

The director of a meat joint factory that changed to raising chickens and ducks: … all other people’s pigs died, and only the chickens, ducks and geese raised in his factory made a lot of money.

…

Xu Jinning discovered that she was just complaining, but why did the people around her change one by one and still treat her so well.

The eldest sister who hated her wanted to help her get into college. The second brother contracted a large piece of land for her. The director of the meat factory actually wanted to accept her as his goddaughter so that she could eat meat every day. What was even more shocking was that Aunt Xu actually wanted to demolish the house. Write her name on one of the houses she got and give it to her…

Unknowingly, Xu Jinning discovered that she seemed to win without doing anything!

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He shattered the heavens… and got isekai’d into a crazy desert survival game!Xu Tao cultivated for ten thousand years, defying death and destiny to reach the Divine Heaven Immortal Stage.But just as he touched the heavens—The heavens kicked him into a world based on a full-dive VR game.Now he’s got no Qi. No weapons, no cultivation… and no pants.Just a desert full of monsters, a glitchy “Lost System” that won’t shut up, and knowledge forged from millennia of clawing his way to the top.Enemies? Weaklings.Mystic beasts? Drop garbage loot.Level caps? He’s Xu Tao.He didn’t spend ten millennia chasing immortality just to get wiped by a scorpion in a tutorial-zone!But he’s definitely not here to play. He’s here to ascend—again.Even if this time, he has to grind EXP and punch sand beetles to do it.But wait... That's not all...? He could also... What?!

Shen Shi obtained a trading platform that was based 3000 years in the future. Everything from the current age became antiques there and was worth a lot of money.However, he also discovered that the world would be invaded by aliens three years from now. Mankind would fall and the dark Galactic Era would thus begin.The world would then undergo enormous changes that it had never experienced in the past tens of thousands of years.Shocked by what would transpire, Shen Shi decided that he would first trade for a galactic warship.As such, a warship from outer space landed on Earth, stirring up terror among all mankind.The Earth entered the Galactic Era earlier than expected.

“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.