MTL - Start with Batman - v2 Chapter 394 God Pendant

For years, Nathan Perry was known as nothing more than the coach's son.Despite his natural talent, his reputation had been tarnished. His every move on the field was overshadowed by the belief that he only played because of his father's influence—Tyler Perry, a renowned coach in a prestigious academy.Fans laughed at him. His teammates doubted him. The media dismissed him as a shadow, not a player.But on one fateful day, everything changed.After a crushing public humiliation on the pitch, Nathan felt something stir within him. A strange sensation, like an electric pulse running through his body. And then…A holographic screen flickered into existence before his eyes.[Ding! The Hidden Legend System Has Activated!]The system was real.Armed with a newfound power, Nathan was now able to earn **Legend Points** every time he proved his worth—whether through athletic skill or personal growth. These points could be used to unlock legendary abilities from the greatest football players of all time—Messi, Ronaldo, Zidane. Skills and talents that could take him from a forgotten talent to a global legend.It wasn’t just about football anymore.It was about proving to the world that he was more than just the son of a coach.From the depths of ridicule to the top of the football world—can Nathan use the **Hidden Legend System** to rewrite his story and claim his rightful place as the greatest player the world has ever seen?He was once mocked.Now, he will become unstoppable.Because this time… he will prove he doesn’t need anyone’s help to be the best.

When Li Shen’s second personality acts out, her consciousness is sent to a strange place called Split Zone No.13. She is then informed that she can only return home after unraveling the truth.

I’ve become the time-stop breeding uncle from an erot*c game.But the situation is completely f*cked up, so I saved the world first.Before I knew it, people around me were praising me as a hero.…..I don’t give a f*ck about being a hero, I just want to retire. f*ck.

“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.