The Summoned Monster That Is Summoning Another Monster - Chapter 1087 - 1087 CHAPTER 1056 DIVINE REALM

[Welcome Z-Streamer H48VW3. Your Stats have been evaluated and your rank is... E]'The day I heard this, I had thought those words were the symphony of my death sentence. But when I looked up my System, I discovered that entering the Tower was not my end, but only the beginning.'[Name: Mee Min-ho, Rank: E][Affinities, Equipment][Inventory, Shop][Coins: 0][Developer Options]'Developer options?' Min-ho stood shocked, wondering what this strange option was on his System menu.***No one remembers when the Z-Tower first appeared—only that it erupted into existence in a storm of fire and lightning, piercing the sky like a challenge to the gods.Its purpose remains unknown. Its reputation? Feared and worshipped.Every three years, the Tower opens its gates, welcoming the desperate, the greedy, and the glory-hungry. These challengers known as Z-Streamers, risk their lives in front of a global audience, battling monsters, traps, and each other for views, fame, and unimaginable fortune.But of the hundreds of thousands who enter, only a few thousand ever make it back.Min-ho never wanted fame. He only wanted to live a simple life. But as debts mounted and a desperate need for money arose, he had no other options but to face the Z-Tower's deadly games.Upon enter the Tower, fate hands him a miracle: a glitched System. One that lets him steal the Sponsored Gifts of other Z-Streamers.With this broken power, he begins his ascent—fighting, scheming, and stealing his way to the top, determined to rewrite his future.But power always comes at a price. And the Tower doesn't forgive those who cheat its game.

“You're meant to be the fated mate of the Alpha Triplets.”NO WAY.She’s just a human. Weak. Unwanted.Humans don’t have mates, right? And they definitely don’t get picked by the Moon Goddess.Or so she thought.Hazel’s been treated like dirt her whole life—stuck as a human in a powerful wolf family, looked down on by her pack, hated by her own blood, and pushed around by those who were supposed to have her back. She’s the pack’s dirty little secret.But then, something crazy happens.She gets named the Moon Chosen—the sacred mate of not one, but three Alpha brothers: the fierce triplets destined to lead.And that’s just the start of Hazel’s wild ride because she wasn’t meant to be weak. She was born to take charge and Rule...Get ready to see her journey unfold!

Before her death, Xia Wan has seen her own family being set up and killed, her beloved recognizing the wrong person as his savior, and their engagement party!

Even her upperclassman had run a blade through her chest, snarling spitefully, “Xia Bing will have everything with your death!

It was Xia Bing again! She stole all of Xia Wan’s accomplishments and her lover’s, but wanted her dead as well!

And yet, Xia Wan could not say a word against her! However, when she thought that her death was inevitable, Xia Wan was reincarnated to a day 18 years ago, when her whole family was still alive and before all tragedy began!

This time, she swore that she will have her family stay safe, healthy and happy.

Insincere skanks trying to stop her? She slapped them until they cry! Scumbags wanting to date her?

Xia Wan: Sorry, you’re too ugly. After chasing off everyone and finally earning some peace, Xia Wan was going to sleep when someone knocked on her door.

She opened it to find her beloved from the last life!

”Do I happen to fit your type?” The sight of his white shirt and slightly bared chest left Xia Wan clutching her bleeding nose.

Xia Wan: Men are too sexy in a white shirt! This is against the rules! A certain man: That doesn’t matter. Bringing my wife home is more important!

“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.