The Swapped Master's Bride And Her Bad Luck System. - Chapter 113: Another painful clue.

Dante, one of ten heroes summoned to save a world, was betrayed. Chosen by the Death Goddess as the fearsome Death Monarch, he wields a mysterious system that fuels his meteoric rise to power.With an army of undead, beasts, and dark creatures at his command, he embarks on an epic quest to annihilate the realm that scorned him, only to become what he spent years fighting. Along the way, he encounters evil, seductive women whose dark charm draws him in while causing complete chaos wherever he goes.[If you don't like pure villainous MCs who have no mercy, no conscience, and will kill anyone along the way. The only thing he doesn't do is rape or any of that degenerate shit - then this isn't the novel for you]

For ten thousand years, the invincible Emperor Xu Lai, descends to the Earth and takes on the role of a stay-at-home dad.Anyone who dares to bully his daughter would face his wrath!Xu Lai asked, “My dear daughter, when you look up, what do you see?”“Nighttime, the stars.”“That's not just the stars, it's the empire I've built for you. In the future, you'll rule over billions of galaxies, you'll be the Empress of the Immortal Realm!”“Dad, you're bragging again. You can't even give me a little brother or sister,” Xu Yiyi pouted.“...”

After being transmigrated to the world of the game Global Lord, Wang Xiao received a beast as his beginner unit.

His start was a little lackluster, but, fortunately, he had also received the 10000x Amplifier system.

The beginner bloodline was amplified by 10000 times.

His F-grade beast, Black-furred Dog, immediately became the S-grade beast, Cerberus.

The time was sped up by 10000 times.

The 30 years that it would take the A-grade beast, Immortal Pheonix, to mature had been shortened to one day.

The reproduction rate had been increased by 10000 times.

In just over a night, the SSS-grade beast, Primordial Divine Dragon, had bred a ton of baby dragons.

Every other lord was stunned.

“Why are his beasts growing so fast?”

“Are you telling me that huge island is actually his Divine Beast, the Black Turtle?”

“10000 Ancient Titans from the east and 10000 Mammoths from the west? How am I supposed to fight that? I’d rather just die!”

“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.