The Academy’s Time Stop Player - Chapter 11

Nagi Travers, a 20-year-old shut-in and former gaming champion, lives a miserable and isolated existence after being tormented by bullies throughout his life. Fired from his last job and grieving the loss of his parents, Nagi now survives by playing video games and barely ventures outside. His world spirals further into despair when he encounters Jake and Mary, his former high school bullies, who humiliate him and steal his money.Broken by the return of his tormentors and the weight of his past, Nagi contemplates suicide as his only escape. Just as he’s about to take his life, a small girl’s ball rolls into the street, with a speeding truck barreling towards her. In a moment of selflessness, Nagi rushes out and saves the girl, sacrificing himself in the process. Fatally injured, he reflects on the idea that it's better to die doing good than bad.Nagi awakens in a surreal, white world, where he is greeted by an angelic figure who offers him two choices: remain in eternal peace, free from suffering, or be reborn in a different world where he could seek redemption and a second chance at life. Nagi faces a life-altering decision—rest forever or attempt to find meaning and fulfillment in another world.

Husband, Xue Duan has been out of date for three months, do you not love me anymore ? TvT

On Shangyuan’s Lantern Festival , a banquet was held in the Imperial Garden. Officially, it was in the honor of the monarch and his officials, but in fact, it was to select a princess consort for His Highness the prince Dingbei.

At the banquet, Ying Ying, the daughter of Marquis Chengen, bowed down and offered a song, Clouds Over the Rivers Xiao Xiang. At the end, she softly said : “The official’s daughter has no talent ; I’ve made a display of my poor skills”

A man dressed black brocade who sat at the center coldly interrupted her “Since you know you have no talent, then don’t show yourself.”

Everyone turned silent, with no one who dared to refute. The young miss of the Ming family who was sitting at the last seat of the table took a glance from afar, only to feel that His Royal Highness King Dingbei was rude and arrogant to the extreme, really not a kind person.

Later, the bridal chamber was full of candles, the wine was exchanged, and the red candles were shining.

The young miss of the Ming family shivered when helping him undress.

The man suddenly talked, asking her to play the tune Wild Geese Come to the Sand Dune.

She pretended to be courteous and happy, but she was so nervous that she forgot to refuse, so she only tried : “Since I am not talented, then… why… why show myself?”

She raised her eyes to glance at him, but saw a pair of eyes that seemed to refrain from smiling, “You are not untalented, this prince actually thinks, my wife is very beautiful.”

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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.

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