I Regenerate 10,000 Times Faster - Chapter 462: Mmll

Song Xuanhe transmigrated into a book called “The President’s Seven Boyfriends”. He became the President’s cannon fodder ex-boyfriend, Song Xuanhe.

The Song Xuanhe in the book: 180 cm tall, so attractive he would trump over even the hottest celebrities, three generations of family in business–a very appropriate rich third generation.

It wasn’t a loss to transmigrate into this kind of person. It was just that this was a rebirth story.

The Song Xuanhe in the book abused the male lead 800 times and had even indirectly caused the male lead’s death. Faced with the reborn blackened male lead, his fate was obvious–not only did he reach rock bottom, he even died without an intact corpse.

Right now, he had become the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend that was foreordained to die without an intact corpse.

——

System: Don’t you think that the male lead has been a bit strange recently? It’s like he’s plotting something in the dark.

Song Xuanhe: Plotting how to kill me?

System: No, plotting how to eat you.

——

Song Xuanhe, who was lying on the bed with an aching waist, pained back and legs suffering from cramps, cursed the System 800 times–what happened to the male lead being a shou?!

Emphasis: Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Moreover, the big shot has always been a gong! Spoilers only up to here!

The good-natured Hou Yuxiao arrived in a martial arts world clearly divided between good and evil with a magical dual-colored lotus flower and became the Family Head of a small, insignificant Demon Path family in a county town, overseeing three younger brothers and a sister.The second brother was hot-tempered, the fourth brother was prone to fratricide, the youngest lived amongst the Demon Path but spent all day studying Confucian classics, and the only sister turned out to be a...Looking at the four problematic children, Hou Yuxiao fell into deep thought!It was a time of great contention,with Dynasties desperate for virtuous talents, seeking to stabilize their reign over The World,with sects dominating certain regions, aspiring to tower over all living beings,with families carrying on centuries of legacy, aiming to pursue happiness forever,with gangs reigning supreme, striving to build everlasting power,with academies resolving doubts and imparting knowledge, hoping people would promote the practice of farming and reading to future generations,...Thousand-Faced Handsome Man Hou Yuxiao, Black Extinction Demon Blade Hou Yucheng, Nation-Topping Demon Consort Hou Yuling, Blood Sword of Sunrise Hou Yujie, and Saint-Overturning Demon Confucian Hou Yuduan...Years later, looking back, the Hou Clan had already ascended to the pinnacle.

The world mutated, the game came to reality, and monsters from other worlds ravaged the world.

In order to become stronger, in order to resist disaster.

Everyone is changing jobs and upgrading like crazy.

Some people became mages at the first turn, and some became professional thunder fighters at the second turn.

But Ling Zhan followed his own path.

At the beginning of the game, choose a non-professional casual player, and add blue to all attribute points.

“Crazy, unprofessional casual, mastered all low-level skills before changing jobs, how to fight in the later stage?”

“What’s the use of the blue bar, and it can’t increase the combat power, it’s really funny.”

…

- Description from novelbuddy

“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.