First Immortal of the Sword - Chapter 43: Sharing Sutras and Transmitting the Dao, the Secrets of Ghost Cultivators

Baifeng had signed in Naruto World for three years and reached the sixth level, just when he thought he could finally be salted fish, kick the dance king, and punch Kaguya.

Ding, you have been selected and invited by the Tiantian dimension chat group, do you want to join?

No, no, I’m already at level 6, so I just came to the chat group.

The beautiful monster princess: Although I lost a good chicken, the monster girl is really good.

Dagu is not Dagu: As a partner of justice, it is our duty to maintain the peace of the universe.

I’m your father: Kulala, I’ll show you a hand-torn black beard to cheer you up.

Bai Feng: This chat group is a bit indecent.

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[sexual content and lemons warning]Warning: Sexual content, lemons, Comedy, MILFs, Genius Mc and his harem.Possessive MC, Large Harem, Capable Harem members, No Conscience towards men, Mc is a Chill guy until anything happens to his women.~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~×~Ethan Nocturne always thought he was just a regular guy in a world where everyone awakens superpowers at 18. But when his birthday comes, everything changes. His body feels stronger, his senses sharper, and women—especially the ones around him—start acting strangely, drawn to him in ways he doesn’t understand.Then, the truth hits him—he’s not human. He carries the Incubus Bloodline, the rare male counterpart to a succubus. And his adoptive family? They’re not just powerful superhumans. His stepmother, Lilith Nocturne, is the Succubus Queen, and his three stunning stepsisters are Succubus Princesses—rulers of an entire fantasy planet.But here’s the strangest part—they don’t know what he really is.As Ethan struggles to make sense of his new reality, he learns that the world’s superpowers aren’t as simple as people believe. Fantasy creatures—elves, vampires, dragonkin, and more—aren’t just myths. They’re real. And they’ve been living in secret among humans.Now, they’re appearing in his life, drawn to him for reasons he can’t explain. His bloodline, his awakening, and the system guiding him—it’s all connected to something much bigger.Why have these races stayed hidden for so long? What is the real truth behind superpowers? And why does he feel like his very existence is meant to change everything?With a system pushing him toward his incubus instincts, powerful women from all over the world—and beyond—falling into his orbit, and forces in the shadows watching his every move, Ethan has two choices—fight it or embrace it.But one thing is clear—his life will never be the same again.

“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.

Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before!