I Told You To Manage The Reserve Unit For Me Instead Of Turning It Into A Special Troop - Chapter 1514 - 845: He Wants to Cry

Min's system, System #151044, is tired of watching him get girls and make dumb decisions yet still manage to defeat the villain. If only he was the villain, there's no way Min would win.

His wish was granted. He now upgraded from a bodyless helper system to the evil villain, Ronin Dreadborne!

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After getting murdered and reincarnating as a system inside a Hero Transmigrating Machine, System #151044 spent thousands of years wondering why he had such a cruel fate to be a system for incompetent transmigrators like this.

But the worst is Min Cheng............

Because Min Cheng spends all his Hero points on girls instead of leveling up! And he is the dumbest transmigrators he ever met!

But through a rogue system that gave them a code to free themselves from their roles as a system, System #151044 was able to transform into Min Cheng's enemy on the next world, Ronin Dreadborne, in a mage fantasy world!

[Fate itself is evil. The only true enemy is fate, and I have defeated it.]

[And I shall teach you how to defeat it too. I will be giving you the gift of freedom. ]

[Be the master of your fate like you were always meant to be. And conquer those who try to stand in your way.]

That is exactly what he did as Ronin, and to defeat an evil fate, you have to be evil yourself!

“I will be the best villain in all the dimensions! Watch out, Min Cheng! I'm coming for you!”

“Don't deny it. You want it.” Killian said to me, stroking the nape of my neck with his thumb. His face is so close to mine and I forgot to breathe. I gasped when he pushed my dress higher, revealing my thighs to him and let his hands rest between my thighs.I tilted my head to the side to avoid his lustful gaze, penetrating deep into my soul.“Your body craves it.” He said, firing kisses down my neck till his lips touched my hard, naked nipples. That sent shivers down my spine. My body erupted with goosebumps and I exhaled sharply. I want to speak, but I can't. He has that much effect on me. His tongue played with my nipples and I mewled. That felt so good.“You want me as much as I want you.” He whispered with his lips pressed on my skin. I shouldn't be doing this. I know I should stay away from this man but how can I when he invades my thoughts daily? When he's the only one my body wants. It's frustrating because no matter how hard I try, I can't say no to him. And I am this close to making the worst mistake of my life. I swallowed, trying to fathom the words out.His fingers brushed my core and I jerked forward, pressing my body on his.“I don't want you.”“You're lying.” He said, playing with the strap of my thong with a lazy finger. My eyes rolled back in my socket with pleasure. I am lying but he's making it so hard.“We shouldn't be doing this, Killian.” Killian? Do I really have the right to call him that?“Give me one reason why and I won't touch you.”“Because you're my best friend's Fiance.”

This is the first part, the second part is “Playing Fish Trapped in a Secret Room (密室困游鱼 Mi Shi Kun You Yu)”.

In 2007, at the WCG Asian Tournament in Singapore. In just a few hours time, between left and right hands, there goes a life and death battle. In the Chinese team that year, there is a professional player who’s only 15 years old, nicknamed “God’s Left Hand”. At that match, he sits right next to her.

Their professional lives start from 14 years old until they retire, disappear, at 25 years old.

In these non-mainstream tournaments, where a small niche of the population follows closely, their only possessions are a mouse, keyboard, and headphone each. There they won gold medals one after another for China.

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.