MTL - Hello 1983 - Chapter 1127 Is this fun to learn?

The ordinary youth lacked the exceptional talents of his peers, yet he possessed a shocking heritage, bearing a mysterious bloodline and harboring the spirit of the Evil Dragon.A deadly incident caused the youth to fuse with the Evil Dragon's memories and his Martial Soul, his divine might shaking the heavens!The dormant dragon was startled awake, its roar shaking a thousand mountains.

[ Warning: Mature content R-18 ]______________________________Ryan loses his sister in accident, however due to supernatural circumstances he wakes up in an Parallel World before the death of his sister.But before meeting his sister the Zombie Outbreak broke all over the world...After killing 10 zombies, Ryan activated the Apocalypse Overlord System. Doesn't this force him to conquer the world and start his own ideal country?So, Ryan conquered all the way, starting from A City, and embarked on the path of a Apocalypse overlord.Want to survive? Call me master first. No matter you are a high-ranking official, a celebrity singer, a policewoman, or a socialite, you are just under the rule of Ryan. If you want to survive, just be a good girl...______________________________[Things to be noted]1. From the title, you should've guessed it already but let me tell you the story will be filled with many sexual adventures. So... you are welcome to enjoy them.....2. However... don't expect MC to have sexual relations with every woman he meets.Important Note: If you enjoy the story then don't forget tovote your GTs, Power stones and also if you can, send some GIFTS too. This poor soul would appreciate it.Happy reading~________________

After marriage, Vivian Sinclair was diagnosed with infertility.Through countless hardships, she finally conceived a child through IVF, only to accidentally learn: the child in her womb is indeed the flesh and blood of her husband Austin Grant and his My Moonlit Beloved!“Bro, this move of yours is truly ruthless.”“Letting sister-in-law carry the child for you and your first love, once the child is born, it will be yours and she is merely a tool.”Her husband Austin Grant smiled coldly, “Zoe is afraid of pain, how can she endure the hardships of pregnancy?”“Vivian Sinclair always wanted my child, didn't she?”“I'm just fulfilling her wish.”Vivian Sinclair was furious.However, at the hospital, she learns another truth: her husband has a low sperm count, the hospital made a mistake with the embryos, and she is actually carrying the child of a mysterious tycoon!No one loves Vivian Sinclair.Vivian Sinclair thinks: then I'll give birth to the child in my belly and let them love me.When she successfully gets a divorce and is about to walk away with ease, her ex-husband suddenly regrets deeply: “Honey, don't go!”The mysterious tycoon appears behind Vivian Sinclair, pulling her into his arms: “I heard you're carrying my child?”

“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.