MTL - I Am Invincible From the End of the World - Chapter 64 grieving roger

Traveling through the world of pirates, Shane fell from the sky and knocked out Shiki, the golden lion who was patrolling the floating island.

With a dazed expression, the large beasts on the island heard the sound and opened their bloody mouths one by one.

Fortunately, the system was awakened, and at the beginning of the game, he obtained the full-level overlord and domineering.

Xia En was full of firepower, stunned millions of beasts, awakened the golden lion, and vowed to accept Xia En as a disciple.

Since then, this sea has completely fallen into rampage because of his appearance.

“The indescribable monster born under the Golden Lion Gate appeared in the sea!”

“The evil generation Shane established an evil pirate group.”

“The despicable and shameless pirate Shane begins his bloody journey.”

“The emperor-like Shane led his kings across the great route.”

“The great Lord Shane has arrived at his faithful holy place, Mary Joa.”

“His Majesty Shane, the unparalleled nobility, delivered a fatal blow to the dictator of the World Government.”

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On the Red Earth Continent Pan Ancient City, Xia En stepped on the Void Throne and looked down at many sea powerhouses.

“I come, I see, I conquer!”

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️THIS NOVEL PARTICIPATED IN WSA 2025!---Nero Vaelheim. A name etched in history as that of a fleeting antagonist, a mere stepping stone for the heroes.But what if the pawn refused to be sacrificed?When a devoted reader is reborn in the body of this doomed villain, he has only one goal: to break the script, rewrite his fate… and bend this world to his own rules.After all, why settle for being an obstacle when you can become the ultimate threat?

“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.

A murderer is summoned to another world by Lucifer Morningstar himself.

The reason?

The Apocalypse was stolen and he wants revenge.

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Lenny is a man with a twisted personality, but his skills in killing had no second on the surface of the earth.

As an Assassin, how will he play with his blade when the devil is his employer?

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