MTL - Legend of the Asura - v10 Chapter 742 King of Chaos (great ending) + end of the testimonials

Growing up parentless, Shi Yan, who was left with a large inheritance money, bore a general disinterest in life.

The only times he felt alive was when adrenaline coursed thorough his veins. He quickly found that extreme sports, bungyjumping, cave diving & skydiving, gave him the biggest kicks. The bigger the adrenaline kick, the closer he was to death, the more alive he felt.

Waking up in a pile of dead bodies in an unknown land, after a diving adventure had ended disastrously, he quickly realizes the body he now possessed was not his own.

Follow Shi Yan as he explores this new world where danger lurks around every corner, and death is only a breath away; a world in which Shi Yan could not feel any more alive.

- Description from novelupdates

Akira Kitagawa, a quiet and unremarkable second-year high school student, has come to accept his lonely, mundane life after losing his parents in a tragic accident. No friends, no excitement—just peaceful monotony.Until one day… a girl literally falls from the sky.Sera Rymer, a fiery and seductive mage from a world of magic, crashes into his life—naked, powerful, and completely confused. Bound by an ancient pact of Master and Slave, she must now live under Akira's roof, turning his boring world into a whirlwind of magical chaos, awkward steam-filled encounters, and otherworldly drama.From laundry mishaps involving spells to battling demonic pursuers from Sera's realm, Akira's once dull life is now anything but ordinary. But as their bond deepens, secrets unravel—and the “God” behind it all might have very different plans.Can a lonely boy and a wild mage girl find meaning—and maybe even love—in the absurdity of it all?Tagline:When magic crashes into your mundane life, expect steam, spells, and soul-binding surprises.Tags:Romantic Comedy, Fantasy, High School, Ecchi, Magic, Isekai Girl, Master-Servant Pact, Slice of Chaos, Slow Burn Romance, Fanservice, Opposites Attract, Everyday Magic, Harem (Optional), Steamy Situations, Lighthearted Drama, Tsundere Heroine

Accidentally brought to the Marvel world by a half-disabled main god space, Paqi really felt a lot of pressure.

Superheroes, S.H.I.E.L.D., Avengers, aliens… It’s always a war of the century.

In order to save himself, Patch felt that he had to do something.

It’s just that this move has turned the whole world upside down…

ps: [This book is also known as “The Black Hand Behind the Peerless God Pit in the Marvel World” and “The Marvel Subversion Road of the Two Main Gods in the Counterfeit”, a new book is uploaded, please collect it! Please recommend! Ask for all support! 】

- 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.