The Tales of Draconic Warlock - Chapter 293 : Next Morning (1)

Xiao Bing, who used to be a top soldier in mercenary and came back to normal life because of the death of his best friend. He started over, played dumb and coped with difficulties. He stood on the bones of others and held beauty by his side. Finally, he succeeded and became the emperor of the city.

“Brother Bing, please protect my little sister as well as my families carefully. I feel lucky to accompany you during these 6 years. It is my honor to go through fire and water with you. I’m not regretful!”

I’m not regretful!

Thinking of what Su Peiya had said before dying, Xiao Bing clenched his fists tightly and cried. He made a decision to protect Su Peiya’s families before finding the spy of Long Men and to make rightful claims for Su Peiya.

Xiao Bing did not love Su Peiya, but he regarded her as his only best friend!

He unfastened the seat belt when the plane landed safely. Looking at the urn in his hands, he sighed, “We have arrived at Jiang City. You get home now, Peiya.”

- Description from Novelupdates

Shocking! The Tyrant's Group Pampered Baby Is Heavenly Dao's Own Daughter【New Book “Exile? Extinguish the Kingdom? She Empties the Treasury and Rebel with Her Baby” Released】【1V1, Sweet Pampering, No Abuse】Bai Xilie, the tyrant who founded Great Chu, accidentally lost his only daughter during the chaos of war! After finding her again like a madman, he instantly transformed into a daughter slave, showering her with love!Unfortunately, not long after Great Chu was founded, the national treasury was empty, and rebellions broke out everywhere, with remnants of the former dynasty surfacing one after another!Bai Zhi'er, as the own daughter of Heavenly Dao, was utterly fearless: “Father, don't be afraid, I've got this!”Natural disasters and human calamities? All resolved with Jinli's fortune!Fake princess vying for favor? Slap her face swollen!People's literacy is low? Establish the Wen Mansion to bring about an era of flourishing scholarly contention!However, Bai Zhi'er always remembered Heavenly Dao mother’s advice: transform five major villains to stabilize her father's throne!…Not long after, each villain more ruthless than the last joined the team of the great tyrant, pampering the little princess Bai Zhi'er to high heaven!The Princely Heir skilled in both poison and medicine: “Saying Zhi'er is a fake princess? Do you not want your eyes for my medicine?”The temperamental Third Brother: “Who bullied my sister? I'll lead troops to flatten your whole family!”The reborn chief minister of nobility: “Bai Zhi'er is my sworn sister, she must not cry, or I'll have you die!”The Emperor from an enemy kingdom as the godfather: “If you are wronged in the Chu Kingdom, we from Great Qin will exact double return for you.”Four villains are all settled, only the last one remains, and he doesn't want anything, leaving the little one at her wit's end!The handsome, paranoid Demon Lord youth smiled unrestrainedly: “Zhi'er, the world is vast, yet aside from my embrace, you're not allowed to go anywhere, come here for a hug.”

Veteran programmer Li Mu was unfortunately kicked by fate into the year 2001, right before university entrance examinations. He happily shook his butt, got up, and inevitably stepped onto the road of being spectacular.

As a person re-living his life Li Mu had his own goals and ambitions. Earning money was just the primary stage of becoming amazing.

As for getting into the weekly publication of Times Magazine, becoming a master in the IT industry, and aiming for being on the Forbes Magazine list, they could all only be considered as his life’s instermediate stage.

As for what he considered the highest realm of being a phenomenal, Li Mu felt like there were the following three points:

• Becoming a rich man’s idol.

• Becoming a celebrity’s godfather.

• Becoming an extraordinary person’s father.

- Description from Novelupdates

“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.