MTL - The Alternate World Is Too Dangerous: I Hide In Reality And Rule! - Chapter 9 Legal society, calm down!

Lin Yin was an unfortunate girl who lived in the slums for eighteen years because of mistaken identities at birth.

Even though she was brought back to live with her real parents, there was no place for her amongst them.

She was constantly bullied and scolded for no reason; her own biological parents would leave her in the dirt just because Su Fei shed a tear.

Swindled, and betrayed the very person she fell in love with, she was finally going to escape her dark life when she realized that it was all a setup — that she was just a clown.

She dragged her poisoned body as she tried to escape, but she was killed regardless at the loud crack of a gunshot.

Her departed spirit watched as her biological parents coldly said, “She has never been our daughter. Burn her, throw her into the dirt — you can do whatever you like.”

As the guest left, a man stood sighing with sympathy. “Take her to a funeral home. Let’s hope that in her next life, she can live for herself and not suffer so much grief.”

How laughable it was that she had lived for so long, but a stranger turned out to be the one who gave her a proper funeral!

Soon, Lin Yin lost consciousness, and woke up to find that she had gone back in time, to the first year after she returned to the Su family!

This time, she decided to live for herself without compromise! Still, just as she thought she would have to do this alone, she never imagined that she would be reunited with three brothers, although they never showed up in her last life!

They were Mu Heng, the magnate, Mu Qing, the prodigious doctor, and Mu Ran, the heartthrob and movie star!

In her last life, she gave her heart to the wrong people and suffered a tragic end, but in this life, her brothers were pampering her to death! Mu Heng: She’s my sister! I’ll protect her!

Mu Qing: Who dares bully my sister! Mu Ran: She’s my sister! I’ll spoil her!

Lu Ming: She’s my wife! I’ll watch over her! Mu Heng, Mu Qing, and Mu Ran: Get out!

Jacob Steve, an Old Man, died at 116 after living a whole life.

But Jacob always had a dark side, which he always suppressed and hid from others.
However, in the later years of his life, when death was inevitable, he understood there wasn't any point in having wealth, knowledge, or desires if you couldn't have a life to enjoy them.

He became obsessed with fabled immortality and devoted his reaming life to extending his fleeting lifespan, but just like any other failed.

However, he mysteriously got another chance at life and found a way that led to fabled immortality.
But he was also forewarned that the way led to it was filled with blood and darkness!

In the end, Jacob chose it anyway with no way of going back, and it was also the start of his suffering and his icky, brutal journey toward the 'Immortality' he wanted so badly!

“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.

When the pure lotus provoked her, she slapped her instantly, “It's just a pair of worn-out shoes. If you want them so desperately, take them and wear them.”President Jones intruded with a cheeky face, “Wife, even if they're worn-out shoes, I'd only let you wear them.”“Scram!”...【One man, one woman】Four years ago, she left in fury with the bun in her oven. Four years later—“Uncle, I noticed that your face has a gloomy look, it looks like you have excessive liver heat. It's obvious you lack a wife. Do you want to get to know my mommy?”The president who remained aloof from women looking at his mini-me, his eyes deepened. He immediately packed up the mother and child, and brought them back home, pampered them to the point of annoying everyone.Someone asked, “President Jones, isn't this a bit too unreasonable?”The president smirked coldly, “You expect me to be reasonable when pleasing my wife?”This is a story about an overbearing President Jones, who's fiercely dominant, and unreasonable in pampering his wife.