Date a Witch: Reborn as the Witch of Lust! (GL) - Chapter 89: Embervale - Where a Large Tortoise resided (?)

Lin Yu crossed into the world of the Demon Slayer and started the mode of rewarding hard work.

Each physical training can bring the increase of its own attributes, and there is no limit to the superposition.

The flesh is sanctified, and the power is supreme.

Fallen Ji looked in fear at the tall man in front of him, whose body was covered in shadows. The machete-like Japanese sword behind the man was bigger than her entire body, and her neck was being stabbed to death by a strong arm. ‘s grasp.

“Unarmed… catch a ghost?”

Yi Wozu couldn’t remember how many times his wounds had healed in the fierce battle, and the corners of his bloodshot eyes were fierce and excited.

“A mere human can actually reach this level, are you a monster?

bring it on!

I would like to call you the strongest. ”

Ghost Dance? Wu Miserable: Trembling…

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In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world.But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows.Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts.A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?

[MATURE CONTENT]In her previous life, Luciana disguises herself as Prince Nicholas’ bride to kill him and avenge the death of her family after he massacred them and made her an orphan.She had never in her wildest dreams expected that the prince she hated to death and the soldier she was madly in love with would be the same person.“You came here yourself to be my bride, and since we are now married, you belong to me! You are not allowed to think of leaving me!” Prince Nicholas growls.But she could never forgive him; she hated his forcefulness and vowed never to be his.In her quest for revenge, she not only hated Nicholas to death but was blinded by hatred and fell into the trap of Lady Evelyn and Dominic and became a sinner. In the end, she was also framed for killing her own son.In this life, she promised to live for herself; she would use her magical talents and make all of them pay!But can Luciana forget her hatred for Prince Nicholas and stay by his side when he is the monster that slayed her family in cold blood?In this life, will his love conquer the hatred she had for him?What happens when Luciana finds out their entanglement was already set in stone Two thousand years ago?******Nicholas, a ruthless and powerful prince of Gloryland, finds out a heart-shattering truth after avenging his mother, who had been defiled and nearly lost her sanity over the traumatic incident.The girl he loves is the daughter of the man he has hated since he was a child.Imagine his surprise when the same woman becomes his bride.He will keep her by his side even if she hates him to death! There was a thin line between love and hate anyway.******Welcome to the Windermere continent, where every royal receives a magical ability on your tenth birthday.A magical ability that is special to only you. Some examples of magical gifts are seeing into the future, the gift of disguise, supernatural strength, and gifts of healing; some people can also command the natural elements at will, and some people are blessed with extraordinary beauty.Imagine being born with all the gifts. Join Luciana as she navigates through revenge, her special ability, and a forbidden love.

“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.