MTL - Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet - Chapter 313 Lining articles of Fanwaizhi: What kind of goods do you have?

You never know the value of something until you lose it?For Brooke that couldn't have been more farther from the truth!After being cheated by her husband and younger sister, Brooke's miserable life of abuse takes a complete turn for the better when she finally signs the divorce papers!But things are only just getting better!What's this?She's been made joint heir to a multi-billion dollar company?!She's bought her stepfather's puny agency?!She's now the richest woman in the country?!And as an added bonus, her contract marriage husband is handsome and dotes on her every second of the day!Hold your horses, buckle your seats and witness one of the greatest, husband spoiling wife stories you'll ever see!With satisfying face slaps lurking at every corner!

“The Energy Accepting Spell has awakened,” a mysterious voice alerts Ji Fu, causing a surge of confusion and hunger.

Waking in an unfamiliar yet strangely familiar world, Ji Fu discovers he’s transmigrated into a modern martial arts universe, complete with advanced technology and fierce beasts.

Here, he’s a high school student and an orphan, just like his previous life, but with a twist—he’s brought along a cheat system from his former world that enables automatic martial arts cultivation.

What unforeseen challenges await him in this world where martial arts reign supreme?

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Thirty years old, he is an otaku. His job is to sell customized 6v elves on Taobao.com. He has just received a big order and has not yet completed the work. He has traveled to the real world of elves.

With a newly modified bird with its own “pick up” feature,

And a cheat that can change the flash, characteristics, and individual value of race.

But, can anyone tell him why there are only half of the gold fingers? !

And, silly bird, put down the Guyoka in your mouth!

Seeing Gu Yueniao who brought Gaioka home, Hu Yang suddenly became ill.

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The book is also known as: A career in the Pokémon world from scratch.

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“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.