Sage Monarch (Sage Emperor) - Chapter 1490: I'm the Successor

“WTF????? WHY DID I GET REINCARNATED INTO ASH “WORTHLESS” VOIDVEIL'S BODY?!?!”As soon as he opened his eyes again, Ash realized that he had been reincarnated into a character from the extremely difficult game he streamed.And what's worse, the character he reincarnated into was The Useless Prince. A broken character, not because he was too strong, but because he was too weak.The Useless Prince was the most trashy character in the game, both in terms of personality and power.But what else could he do? Ash was currently The Useless Prince, and he couldn't change that fact.So what was his goal?It was simple, he had to survive and return. And to do so, he must go through the False Horizon to reach the Abyssal Realm, defeat the game's boss, and return.But don't forget, even though Ash was the first person to clear this game, it's still incredibly difficult.Will he be able to return to his world?“To be honest, I don't know either.”

Life used to be so simple,

Full of false hope and endless beliefs in one’s ability in wooing that beautiful girl.

But in a single instant,

Everything as you knew it, plummeted faster than a spoken rejection.

What is real and false can’t be determined,

As the world slowly falls into the maws of the apocalypse.

How will our simple friend respond to the call; the summons?

No matter what he chooses,

Chaos SHALL Reign!

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After transmigrating, Su Liang married the same man three times.The first time, it was just a transaction.The second time, it was still a transaction.The third time, it was...“Third time's the charm. Let's make it real,” Gu Ling said.Female Lead's Perspective:She was a military doctor who transmigrated, and she became a miserable village girl who would be killed by her scheming relatives.After seeking revenge, with nowhere else to go, she ended up living with a handsome husband. Her husband was a literal trickster. Their life together was full of ups and downs, with twists and turns and more downs...“How about we part ways?” Su Liang suggested seriously.The handsome husband said, “Let's talk about that in our next life.”Male Lead's Perspective:Born with special abilities, he chose to live in seclusion. He always made people around him leave, but she was the first person he asked to stay.Gu Ling believed that he and Su Liang were destined to be together.Anyone against it?He was always saving people, but occasionally killing a few was no big deal.

“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.