God-level Hero - Chapter 115 - 112 Mrs. Anwen with the

BURN ME ALIVE IF YOU DIDN’T LIKE THIS BOOK...AFTER READING THAT IS Regressing back in time after sacrificing his life for someone undeserving someone who didn’t even shed a tear after his death just total blank. The person he begged for love rejected him every single time. Now, he returns to when he was 18 again. Looking at her face, he wants to try again, to fall in love with her once more, to want to... but no, he no longer wants to feel that pain again. Some feelings never change, but you have to leave them behind, right? And one life should be enough to try. He made a commitment to never love her again. This life is his chance to live for himself. But who knew he wasn’t the only one regressed? The ultimate black heart curse is broken... and time reverses. Avey: “Lucy, can we.” Tears in her eyes. Lucy: Looking blankly at him. Avey: “Can’t you at least give me one chance?” Lucian: Silently looking at her. what about other people who hurt him too: mother, sister, friend and ofc her Will he give up on love for his own peace, or will he be too afraid to feel that pain again?

Born crippled with a rare disease, abandoned by his indifferent father, and hated to the core by his half-siblings, Xylen’s life was nothing but a tragedy.His mother died searching for a cure, and the only person who ever cared for him was cruelly taken away.Betrayed. Schemed against. Left with no way out.Lured into playing Fallen Realm Online with the promise of earning money for treatment, he fought desperately, doing nothing but living in the game and failing over and over again—only to be killed by his half-siblings right before completing a crucial quest. His reward stolen. His last hope shattered.With nothing left to lose, he ended his own life in the real world… only to wake up on the day the game was released.Armed with future knowledge, Xylen vows to seize this second chance. He will become stronger. He will protect the only person who ever mattered. And he will make those who wronged him pay.But fate had other plans.Instead of a normal start, he is forced into a demon fief as a baron—with an uncle who wants him dead. If he fails to kill his uncle and defend his land, his character will die, and he will be permanently banned. Worse, he is given a race despised by both NPCs and players—and given a class that should not exist.A mystery, fearsome, and despised character to the world. Feared by gods and demons alike. A walking catastrophe in the making.Yet, the more he learns about his new power, the more he realizes…This is no curse. This is his greatest weapon.And when the world finally learns the truth about Fallen Realm Online?Xylenia will be the name that shakes reality itself.

After Song Juyao died and emerged from the virtual world, she learned that her entire life had just been a reality show which was led and controlled by others.

One billion viewers watched this live broadcast, all of them pointing fingers at her and ridiculing her life whilst the director team thought up every possible method to design setbacks for her, pulling her into the mud over and over again.

Then, Song Juyao was reborn. This time, her memory was not suppressed.

This was a crazy world. People were discontent and bored of their lives. They had also lost their enthusiasm for various kinds of entertainment, falling to the point of seeking all sorts of thrills in order to arouse their emotions.

Later, they found a precious treasure. She was perfect. They held her in the palm of their hands and went wild for her. They even regarded her as a God and worshipped her fanatically.

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“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.