Overpowered Archmage Doesn't Hide His Talent - Chapter 199:

Qingyun found herself having traveled back in time to ancient days, with a splitting headache. She hadn't activated any ancient survival skills!She couldn't compose poetry or engage in literary exchanges.Sewing and embroidery? No clue.Pleasing men? Even worse.Farming or doing business? Clueless.With no other options, she had to choose a profession that required none of the above skills....Years later, those who once served her, now ministers and generals, listened as Qingyun, who had ascended to the throne as the empress, said: 'You might not believe it, but I never intended to be the empress.'The ministers and generals replied, 'That's right, that's right. Everything you say is correct. It was us who forced you into this position.'

Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader.When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague.Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he?No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/“what-if” version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel.Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem??What about the Female Lead?Later:Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang?ML: Don't want to.Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why?ML: Are you pushing me away?Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

Genius Female Forensic Scientist VS Tough Criminal Police Captain[Mystery + Detective + Sweet Romance + High-IQ Crime + Serial Killings + Psychological Profiling + Suitable for the Faint-hearted]Schizophrenia, antisocial personality disorder, high-IQ crimes… This is a world where psychopaths run rampant.The Cat Fetus Case, the Lovers’ Butcher, the Angel of Death… Evil delusions always invade reality, accompanied by violence.Their First Meeting:Mu Mian asked very sincerely, “Hello, would you be willing to donate your body to me after you die?”Later:Fang Rui: “If I fell into the water along with a victim’s corpse, which one would you save first?”Mu Mian: “You!”Fang Rui looked at her with some surprise.Mu Mian: “Because the corpse will float by itself~”

“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.