My Evil System - Chapter 9 Huh . . . Is That!

[Warning: Mature content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, NTR, and a villainous protagonist!]_____[Ding! Congratulations, Villain! Your survival chance is 0.01% unless you NTR every hidden boss in this world. Start now or perish!].....James Tanner’s life could be summed up in one word: boring. After barely a week of being a rookie cop, he met his end courtesy of a speeding red sports car.But death wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.When James woke up, he found himself in Aurendral, inhabiting the body of a rich young master who had spent years blind due to a mysterious condition.Fortunately, the blindness vanished when James merged with the body, leaving him with perfect vision—and one massive headache.[Ding! Issuing First Death Mission: NTR the hidden boss in this region within 90 days… or perish.]What choice did he have? Forced into the role of a scheming villain, James Tanner was about to shatter conventions, steal hearts, and become the strongest and most fearsome seducer this world had ever known.Because if he was going to be a villain, he might as well be the best.[Note: MC takes other guys' women, they don't take his.]

A struggling businessman on the verge of bankruptcy finds himself drunk one night, only to wake up in the past—specifically, in 1943 London, amidst the chaos of World War II.This is an era of both immense danger and unprecedented opportunity. It is a time when the British Empire, once the unrivaled superpower where the sun never set, is finally witnessing the dusk of its dominion. Meanwhile, the United States is rising to claim the mantle of global leadership, reshaping the world's balance of power.This is the era where everything begins—where old rulers step down and new powers rise to take their place. This is the era where Pierre finds himself, an era filled with the kind of opportunity he never had before. A small, precious chance to rise, to become a giant, to seize the throne of power, to become a ruler, a world hegemon.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.