Rise Of The Hoarder - Chapter 309 Enslaved Souls [Pt 1]

Akun, along with his classmates, was summoned as heroes by a goddess to save the world from the demon king. Akun, doubting he has what it takes to save the world, asks the goddess to send him back. Little did he know that this request infuriated the goddess. “How dare a mere mortal go against my will,” she thought to herself while maintaining her facade. She opens a portal for him to go back. Little did he know, the goddess had something else in store for him. As he passed through the portal, his soul was separated from his body, and he fell through the sky and earth until he landed in the body of an ant in the godforsaken forest. Left there to die by the hands of the goddess, Akun awakens the “Endless Evolution System.” [Ding!! The Endless Evolution System has been activated!! Grind to gain evolution points and evolve yourself and your comrades!!] “Endless Evolution System? Evolution points?” “Does this mean there’s more to my transformation? Can I evolve even as an ant?” [Ding!! Unique skill detected!! Skill: Super Gamer Shop!! Evolution points can also be used on this skill to buy items!!] Follow Akun on his new epic adventure, and find out exactly what awaits him, maybe some conquest and retribution.

They had been together since high school. Together, they faced the cold faces of their parents and the satirical or disdainful eyes of others, started a business and experienced all kinds of ups and downs. When their company was on the right track, Zhishu He was asked to give up his career to stay at home, while Wenxu Jiang gradually changed and began to indulge in merry-making. However, Zhishu chose to forgive him. Zhishu got an incurable disease, while Wenxu Jiang was still indifferent. Zhishu still chose to forgive him. Love had become a kind of habit, which was equal to an incurable disease.

In a peaceful sunny day, Zhishu quietly left Wenxu Jiang and the house in which they had lived for a long time without an advance notice.

Soon he was gone. A man with pure spirit and deep love for Wenxu Jiang disappeared from this world forever…

Sometimes love cannot stand the test of time. Someone will not know how to cherish the love until he loses it…

The little white fox Xueli, by chance, picked up Zilan, the young master of the Tian Lang clan in the nine layers of heaven, who accidentally fell into the fairyland. Because of the language barrier, the two had a series of ridiculous stories, but in the end they fell in love with each other. A warm and sweet fairy tale, the love story between the big furball Zilan and the little furball Xueli, combined with the background of myths and legends, constructs a lively and cute fantasy story.

Xueli is a carefree little white fox in the forest, until a big snow wolf falls from the sky one day. The wolf was seriously injured and he couldn’t speak the language of the forest. Xueli went over to take a look curiously, and brought him some food, but the other party followed her. Such a big wolf followed her all day, looked at her, licked her, and forcibly wrapped her in his fur! Xueli was frightened to death, kicked him desperately, slapped him, yelled to go away, but the difference in size was too big, it was useless, waahh…

Because of the failure of the tribulation, Zilan was forced to transform into the original body of the divine beast, and fell into a small fairyland that was isolated from the world and could not understand the language. However, he did not expect to see the legendary Nine Tail Fox that had disappeared for thousands of years here. The little fox is lively, kind and cute, and he likes her very much. She not only walked around him worriedly, but also brought him fruits to eat and found herbs to heal his injuries. Zilan was deeply moved and decided to reciprocate by acting as a bodyguard for her and keeping her warm at night. He decided to bring the little nine-tailed fox back to the upper fairyland, marry her as his wife, and announce to everyone that she is the love of his life and the treasure of this world.

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“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.