What? System Wants Me To Steal MILFs To Become Stronger! - Chapter 216: Busty Dragon Mom Eris [Mild R18]

'My life is boring.'Cole thought when he was 14 years old.He thinks that there's nothing special about him or his life.And he thought that the only reason he was alive is because he was not dead yet.But then, at the age of 16, Cole developed a hobby.And that's reading novels.When he's reading, he feels emotions he normally wouldn't feel!Cole feels like he's been brought into a different world!And reading novels made him forget about the boredom he's feeling!So he really enjoyed and liked novels!To the point that he even started making one!Yes, Cole became a novel author and his works were seen and read by many people around the world!And seeing people talking about his work and supporting him made Cole enjoy writing too!But after reading and writing novels again and again... for a long time.Cole started to feel less excitement and thrill in doing them...Nevertheless, he didn't stop.Cole feels like he would be bored to death if he stop, so he just continued.Ting-!“Huh?”Then one day, while Cole was reading through the comments of his novel.He received a mail...The sender was anonymous and the content of it didn't make sense to him.“My work had been chosen...?”“They will grant my wish?”“What kind of bullshit is this?”So Cole didn't pay attention to the mail....“Eh?”Though, he suddenly woke up in a different body and a different world!Cole was sent inside his novel!And he became Raven Obadiah...?Who's that?The protagonist? No.The villain? No.One of the major characters? No.I don't know who the fuck Raven is too!Cole doesn't know him too!In short, he's just a fucking extra with no importance in the novel!But there's something weird about Raven's life that Cole doesn't know...And Cole, receiving a chance to have a life he could only dream of in the past...“Hiding strength?”“Staying an extra?”“Letting the main characters handle everything?”“Those sounds boring as fuck!”Cole, or should I say, Raven—decided to live a life full of excitement!He will do whatever he wants, and he wouldn't let anyone stop him!

Luo Fei does not fear being rivals in love with Xi Yanqing; what he fears is that they have transmigrated to ancient times and become betrothed to each other!

Father Luo: Eh?! Not getting married? How about I break your legs if you don’t get married?!

Luo Fei: Dad, ahh, Dad! Aiyo, stop beating me now! I’ll just go get married okay?

Xi Yanqing: You know that you can’t escape and now you’ll have to pay for it. Did you leave without bringing your IQ?

Luo Fei: You with the surname Xi doesn’t have to sleep on the bed on the wedding night!

Xi Yanqing: Oh.

Luo Fei Who on His Wedding Night was Pressed to the Trunk of a Peach Tree at the Entrance: …f**k you surnamed Xi! This isn’t what I meant!!!

- Description from Novelupdates

The worst and strongest villain.I became the narrow-eyed character Arsene Adel.“Revenge.”It sounded good.At least to the original owner of the body.But from my point of view, the goal is not revenge, but survival.I didn’t have the confidence to survive among humans, soㅡI went to the Demon Realm.Where I was headed,A school for demons that is said to be attended by the children of prestigious families in the demon world,……It was a school that terrorized the human world.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”