MTL - She Become Sweet and Cuddly - ~ Related to the work

In the Bog forest, dangers were in every corner. During the nighttime, the thick white mist blinded the eyes and the chilling air froze you to the bones. Once morning arrived, thousands of ferocious mutated animals as big as the hills roamed for prey.

Among them lived the weakest species on the Meer Continent, the Monster Species. They only survived with their tough bodies in the midst of a world ruled by magic power.

To the mage, they were simply pests that were easy to be exterminated.

To avoid the eyes of the mana rulers, they had to hide in secluded places; in the caves shrouded by shadows or in the dark underground where filth was brimming. But, continuing to hide was not a solution.

When warbeasts sharpened their claws, elves polished their weapons, humans feasted on their greed, and demons searched for prey with their thirst, an orc named Moku was born.

Moku was a world MMA champion who transmigrated into the body of an orc in the magical world. He had always dreamed of possessing superpowers; being able to jump beyond the clouds, shattering the mountains in one hit and running faster than sound.

Moku dreamed of having these powers. He used rituals, magical lore, and all the things that were considered myths and fairy tales in his home world to make him and his tribe stronger.

A promise was deeply engraved by him. One day, he would bring the war to those who underestimated them.

Yuan Jia died early, and only after meeting the system did he know that his younger brother was the male lead, and he was the male lead’s cannon fodder brother.
Even if he is more talented than the male protagonist, how can he be more powerful than the male protagonist as a supporting role?
So he suffered a plot kill.
His business empire will be inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
The connections he made will be inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
The marriage date he set was inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
And he is just the older brother who died young in the memory of the male protagonist. Take it out and remember it when you need it, and forget it when you don’t need it.​​
Yuan Jia’s goal is to work hard to live longer than the male protagonist’s younger brother.
As long as he doesn’t die, the male protagonist will always be just a younger brother.
World 01: [There is no eldest son of Houfu who died of illness] √
World 02: [There is no giant president who died in an air crash] √
World 03: [Nongmen Tianjiao who did not fall into the water] √
World 04: [Founding Emperor who was not robbed and killed] √
World 05: [There is no school god who died in a car accident] √
World 06: [Prince who was not deposed and poisoned] √
World 07: [There is no brother who accidentally fell off a cliff and died] √
World 08: [The true biography that was not plotted by the younger brother] √
World 09: [Cousin without plundering ability] √
World 10: [A powerful minister who was not framed for treason] √
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2. Whether Yuanjia wants to marry and have children depends on the situation.
3. There are many kinds of male protagonists and younger brothers, there are dark villain male protagonists, and there are decent male protagonists of Guang Zhengwei…
4. Various types of routines, please pay attention.

Content Labels: System Fast Passing Through Books Shuangwen
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One sentence introduction: I am not dead, the male protagonist will always be a younger brother!
Purpose: The protagonist must fight for his life with the sky and live a wonderful life.

- 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.

This is the story of a crazy lich who possesses an internal game system and brings catastrophe to the entire world.