MTL - Spiritual Energy: I Just Want To Farm Peacefully - Chapter 421 Lingzhi is on the shelf

Ji Yan discovered his wife, who hated him so much that she wished he was dead, had lost her memory after a car crash. She had changed so much it was like she was a totally different person…

Suddenly Trending, Dominating Tiktok!The Princess of the Great Qi Dynasty is reborn as a third-rate modern small-time celebrity, going from being hated by the whole internet to being chased by everyone.Everyone loves the Princess!Gu Nanyan was the Princess of the Great Qi Dynasty, holding the imperial jade seal and commanding the vast empire.After reincarnating, she unexpectedly became the abandoned wife of a wealthy family, a third-rate small-time celebrity hated by the entire internet.Her husband doesn't love her, her mother-in-law loathes her, her sister-in-law causes trouble, and netizens viciously insult her...Gu Nanyan's beautiful brow furrows as her aura becomes imposing: “How could this be? You are all my subjects, yet you dare to bully the Princess!”Gu Nanyan had replaced her sister in marrying into the wealthy family, and everyone expected her to be a laughingstock.But the result was:The CEO doted on Gu Nanyan;The mother-in-law cooked nutritious meals for Gu Nanyan;The sister-in-law followed Gu Nanyan around, full of admiration;Her love rivals showered Gu Nanyan with gifts;...Even the netizens who used to hate Gu Nanyan now kneel before her, calling out: “Long live the Princess!” The CEO is so troubled, why does everyone love his wife?OnGoingThe Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and DaughterCompletedReplacing Sister to Marry into a Wealthy FamilyOnGoingAfter Reincarnating into Ancient Times, She Bound a Express Delivery SystemCompletedThis Girl Wins Three Hundred Million Dollars

Edwin was once a world renowned scientist, attested for his understanding in genetic. Was. Involved in a scandal, he was disgraced and thrown to the dirt. And when he wanted to commit his final act of revenge upon the one who threw him there, he die, not by the assassin sent after him, but death through the illness that have been plaguing him since childhood.However, after death, he soon woke up in a brand new world, one filled with magic and monsters. However, he woke up as demon, enemy of humanity, and given a system that will help him empowered monsters through either magic or genetic modification.-x-“Hah, enemy of humanity, I like that. When have human ever been grateful to me! Now, I will plunge the world into an age of demon and monsters!”Filled with desire to watch the world fall into ruin, Edwin, now Alros Kadarni, will cause as much destruction as he can. From one kingdom to the next. From one continent to the other. All by using the different danger zones that is feared by all sentient beings that is not monsters not demon.

“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.