Terminally Ill Female Lead Of An Angst Novel Went Rampant After Her Awakening - Chapter 409 - : I Don ‘t Remember

Li Tianyan accidentally found himself in the Hengwu Continent as a Concubine’s son from a family of warriors. Not only did he lose all his cultivation, but he also became a waste bastard with five spiritual roots. Since the accident, Li Tianyan had an aunt and uncle who were eyeing him, and brothers who wanted him to fail. There was an ugly wife in the house who was married back.

Qin Shi saved a child and died. The system gave her three rebirth choices.

1. Transmigrate to the ’60s to be another family’s daughter-in-law.
2. Transmigrate to the ’70s to be an educated youth in the countryside.
3. Transmigrate to the ’80s to be a “stepmother” of three babies.

Qin Shi decisively chose 3. She really can not bear the hardships of the ’60s and ’70s.

At the blind date, Lu Zetian looked serious: “If you don’t want to, I don’t want to drag you down.”

Qin Shi: “I understand.”

Before Lu Zetian could relax his expression, he heard the other party speak again.

“You need someone to take care of the children. I need you to take me out of here. We can get married by agreement.”

“My task is to seriously support and educate the three children to grow up, take care of your food, drink and life, and play the loving husband and wife outside when necessary.”

“And you only need to pay for all the expenses of the family and my salary. Of course, I will give you the account book to ensure that the account is clear and not fake.”

Lu Zetian: “…?”

The three children of the Lu family heard that if they were going to have a stepmother they would not have enough food and clothing, or even be abused.

They made up their minds to show their stepmother that they were not easy to bully.

As a result, the stepmother saluted them seriously as soon as she entered the door, and then gave courtesy in front of them.

“Hello, my name is Qin Shi. I will take care of your daily life in the future. I swear to the chairman that I will treat you fairly, justly and openly. I hope you can cooperate with me and we will live well together.”

Lu family’s 3 children was shocked: ⊙ ﹏ ⊙!?

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After a well-lived life on Earth, Kael never expected anything more than death and the sweet embrace of sleep and darkness.But fate had other plans. He was reborn in another world similar to Earth, where he grew up until he was ten, at which point his memories from his past life were reawakened.He was an old man trapped in a boy's body, but the mixture of the child's memories with his own made him feel more middle-aged than old.A few days later, the world he was in ascended into the realm of war, the battleground of all living beings. Kael was among the few awakened who had the chance to become the ultimate god of existence, based on the orbs of different paths presented before him.Kael was faced with three choices:Orb of ChaosOrb of NothingnessOrb of Void(Choosing any will make you undergo a trial that will change your very existence. Please choose wisely.)While in shock by these options and seriously pondering which one to choose, an unexpected event occurred.(Error detected... A new option has been created)(Be the wielder of the three — Chaos, Void, and Nothingness)(Answer picked by host, transporting...)Kael was in shock as he fell into darkness, with one swirling thought in his mind:“I didn't even pick any.”

“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.