Condemning the Heavens - Chapter 617: Successfully Transfer Energy

Ally level 8,6,6,6! Enemy level 6,5,4…0?

Stumbling upon a game, I found myself immersed in a script brimming with excitement: superpowers, oddities, curious artifacts, and demons...Here, one can not only delight in the pleasure of grinding but also touch an infinite degree of freedom and even experience the curious thrill of being carried away by monsters!Let’s not talk too much, happiness, just happiness is all that matters!

【Super Sweet Romance! Direct tough guy × Tender spoiled beauty】The pampered heiress Ye Manman transmigrates into a period novel, becoming an important supporting character whose luck has been stolen and who suffers repeated humiliations from the female lead. From the moment they get married, their destinies begin to diverge drastically.The female lead rises steadily, while the supporting character remains devoted to the male lead, maintaining her purity and refusing to compromise. Eventually, she's impoverished, abducted into the mountains, and becomes mentally unstable.Ye Manman speechless jpg.Counting on her fingers, she lists out all the qualities of her rugged husband: full-time nanny, all-around housekeeper, elite chef, fully automated money machine...The picky and shopping-loving Ye Manman exclaims her love for him.Married! Committed for life! Wouldn't leave him even if beaten!From the day they got married, no one in the village had high hopes.Ye Manman is delicate and soft, unable to carry things on her shoulders or work in the fields, expecting everything to be handed to her. She frequently collects flowers and eats wild fruits. People say the man has married a living ancestor, unable to bear it, predicting the marriage will end soon.However, the more demanding Ye Manman becomes, the more doting the man is, making the entire village incredibly jealous and envious...Their lives only get better, renovating and expanding, doing business to buy a western-style house, even getting into college to become the richest family...The original female lead, supposed to be living a life of luxury in a mansion and driving fancy cars, ends up in tatters, lying on the ground, staring at the sky.“What exactly went wrong? Where is the promised life of wealth and honor?”

“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.