I Became a Villain's Hero - Chapter 81: Birthday Date (4)

I am Master Siwei, and I speak for arcane arts.
This is an era of heroes and heroines.
This is an era of great changes.
In the end, it will be an arcane era opened by me.

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Su Lin travels to a post-apocalyptic world governed by rules where he spends his days scavenging for supplies and his nights defending against monsters. The only way to survive is to build his own safe house and engage in tower defense survival.The original host's parents passed away, the defense of his residence reset to zero, and he faced despair and neglect. His fiancée was almost assigned away. Faced with this predicament, Su Lin gains the opportunity to enhance his abilities once a week through select traits.[King of the Garbage Can: Increases the probability of collecting low-level garbage items tenfold and enhances the power and effect of tools and buildings created using these items tenfold.][Glazed Cannon: The durability of your crafted weapon mechanisms is 80%, but receives a 40% damage increase.][White Take: Copy one item or building from a companion's hands every month.][One Hundred Push-Ups: Upon completing one hundred push-ups daily, you receive a 35% damage reduction for the day.][This is Hextech! Not cheating!: Consume any item, and for every ten items consumed, three are returned.]

One minute, I was a medical doctor rushing to work. The next, I woke up as a lowly omega inside the pages of my favorite werewolf novel The Psycho Alpha.Alpha Zachary Black. The cruel, ruthless, dangerously sexy Alpha of the Redwood Pack. The same man who kills anyone who breathes wrong around him. Especially women.He hates them. Despises weakness. And he definitely doesn’t believe in love. And he chose me as his personal omega. But there’s something wrong with me. I can hear his thoughts. Not just random thoughts. Dirty thoughts. Dark, possessive, obsessive ones about me. His so-called “personal omega.”He thinks I’m weak, fragile, breakable… but he also wants to ruin me, claim me, devour me. Every time he looks at me, his inner voice screams things his lips would never dare say out loud.I should be afraid of him. I should run far, far away. But how do you escape someone who owns your body and now, wants your soul?Worse, he’s starting to suspect I’m not who I say I am. Because I’m not just Christy, the omega. I’m a stranger in this world, trying to survive a plot I already know ends in blood.

“7.9 billion people, 3.8 billion of them are women. I saw millions of them in my lifetime, talked with thousands, known hundreds.” Yelled the man, while raising his hand toward the sky.“And...not a single...pussy for me…..god…why.” And burst out in tears.[5 minutes Before ]The person yelling at the god Erwin Tynan is a successful corporate slave, because of his well-paid job at a multinational company. He just had a dinner meeting with his slave colleagues and was waiting for his ride.Standing under the lamppost while enjoying the winter night, he said, “What a beautiful night,” and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. And continued with a sigh, “sigh, it will become more beautiful if I have someone as beautiful as this night in my arms. ”Saying this, he searched for a lighter in his pocket but couldn't find it. Suddenly, a hooded person approached Erwin while he was searching his pockets and pulled out a lighter from his jacket.Seeing the man approaching him suddenly Erwin was surprised and, seeing the lighter in the person's hand, he said, “thanks man”And leaned forward to light his cigarette. Lighting his cigarette, he tries to get a glimpse of a person's face. After seeing the face, he was astonished. Because under the hood. It was a beautiful girl. Her skin was white as snow, her hair black as night, and her crystal red eyes and blood-soaked lips were challenging the night's beauty. Her expression was colder than ice and they enhanced her beauty more.But there was something wrong here because Erwin's astonished face was now grim. And had an on his stomach from a gun in a woman’s hand.“Why?” he painfully said, falling over.