MTL - My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely! - Chapter 200 Hope will never die! The heart is not dead!

“Did you just marry the richest man in the country… by accident? How does that even happen?”Delphinia sighed dramatically. “I know, I’m such an overachiever. But it’s easy, really. Step one: drink too much. Step two: find the perfect man. Step three: say ‘I do’ before he realizes I’m a walking disaster.”“And the revenge?”She raised her glass. “Served cold, with a diamond bigger than my ex’s ego.”—After years trapped in a loveless, abusive marriage, Delphinia had one plan: leave her toxic past behind and never look back. But freedom isn’t as sweet as she’d hoped. With no family to turn to and no place to go, she crashes with her best friend…only to end up at a party where one too many drinks lead to one tiny (accidental) marriage to Evander Walton.Handsome, rich, and absolutely off-limits, Evander is everything Delphinia thought she’d never have. And he has just one condition if she wants to break things off: she’ll have to pay him back…for the huge diamond ring she barely remembers accepting. Broke and in no position to negotiate, she’s got no choice but to play along with her accidental husband and the lavish life that comes with him.Now she’s living in luxury, holding her head high, and plotting the sweetest revenge against the ex who tried to ruin her. Because if there’s one thing Delphinia knows, it’s that payback is best served in designer heels.

“I am humanity's last hope, torn by demons. The burden rests on me alone.”The sky drop in 2030. Black and white meteorites landed on Earth and set off forces not ready for human experience.The black stones brought corrupt practices and horrible mutations. Though at what expense the white stones provided gifts and comfort?The earth sank. Older borders disappeared. Once considered legends, creatures reappeared, and the first portals to hell opened in metropolitan areas.Among this anarchy, one power emerged singularly : The World Government.Though behind its words was total control, it promised peace and rebuilding.Born in this new order as a holy branch of the government under the charismatic man Klein Illias Seraphiel, the New Church emerged.Alleged Pope, praised as a prophet, but secretly known as a demon.Only one man stood against this new order : Kang Soo Jin.A rebel, falsely accused of many crimes he never committed. Captured, tortured, and executed.But before dying, he swore to return.Since then, rumors have spread. Kang Soo Jin will return, and it will not be for forgiveness.__________________________________________→ Tags :#Transmigration#R18 [ Violence – Gore – Dark Fantasy – Explicit...]#Overpowered#Tragedy#Post-Apocalyptic#Thriller#Mysterie

Haruto Saito, was playing a mobile game called “King of Cards” when his phone exploded due to overheating. He then transmigrated into the world of Naruto and found out...Why can I see the name, identity, and reputation of each of them?Killing hostile ninjas will drop cards? Ninjutsu cards! Taijutsu cards! Forbidden jutsu cards! Mystic jutsu cards! Can cards be eaten? Will you gain corresponding abilities after eating them? What are equipment cards? Killing Uchiha clan ninjas can drop Sharingan bloodline cards? Killing Hyuga clan ninjas can drop Byakugan bloodline cards? What if I kill Kaguya? ! !Naruto world is gamified! Reputation exchange! Ninjutsu enhancement! Achievement rewards! Unlimited first kills!“Excuse me, I'm not targeting anyone, I just say that everyone here is garbage!” At the Five Kage Conference, Haruto Saito said lightly, tapping his fingers on the table.

“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.