MTL - Revenge of the Sixth Young Lady - Chapter 317 Gift, best occasion

After the catastrophe that occured on the Earth, he awakens in unfamiliar, another world. To find out more about himself, he has to step on the road full of danger!It's a story about modern young man who has Sex God Divinity and his past selves.*It's a smut novel despite MC hard beginnings, so a lot of smut elements have been used. Every character close to MC(including MC) is more than 18 years old no matter what circumstances.**InsanelyParanoid has only published this novel, Inevitable Road To Divinity, to webnovel.com! If you are reading on other sites, then you are reading stolen content!**Every R-18 is done with a grown-up/mature/adult lady. Every female character involved in every 'sexual' content is mature(18+)!**A lot of gore, brutal and weird R-18 related scenes! Novel is R-18 rated, so expect a lot of dirty and weird humor! MC steps on both paths, good and devil. You can sometimes see the R-18(sex) as punishment. It is rare and not really eerie at all, but it happens sometimes. It's rare though, as the author is a kind man!**This is a work of fiction! Nothing is related to the reality! Any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious! Even author's notes, thoughts and comments mustn't be taken seriously!**This novel is rated 18+ (no one 17 and under allowed). It contains mature adult themes, coarse language, explicit sexual content, and graphic violence. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Please do NOT read if you are under 18 or if you feel uncomfortable with any of these elements.**Inevitable Road To Divinity by InsanelyParanoid belongs to Webnovel(including their other sites) and is not affiliated with any other site. If you see it anywhere else, then it's pirated and probably changed too, so you won't get that perfect reading experience! Read only here and support an author!**This story doesn't encourage anyone to commit or force other to commit any actions that happened here. This is a fantasy solely for entertainment purposes!**Author is bad with numbers, so don't take those seriously.*

Author Note: This story is only for those who like reading about overpowered protagonists, as our MC is going to be more than just overpowered.He is going to thrash anyone who comes in his way while enjoying his life.Also, it's a world travel novel; for those who have an interest in world travelling.................................................................The story is about a person who has lived through many lives, seen incredible things, and become one of the strongest if not the strongest beings around. Although he struggles to remember his past, he is determined to grow even stronger by utilizing his personal system as that would bring back his memories. He has one main mission - to enjoy life to the fullest - and he is absolutely committed to achieving it.Follow through the journey as he becomes the strongest (again?) and regains his memory while also enjoying his life along with his system and some other people.

Yan Fei ordered a small drone online. I didn’t expect the drone to suddenly become his avatar.

Magical! Even more amazing is still behind, this drone can actually be upgraded, unmanned fighters, heavy fighters, stealth bombers…

Is this one thing that is fighting against the sky, is it really my avatar? Is it difficult for me to hang the world?
Yan Fei said Alexander!

- Description from Uukanshu

“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.