MTL - Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor - Chapter 3859 abolish the public for private reasons

[Choose 1: kneel down and ask for reconciliation, you will get the “Sunflower Collection”]!

[Choose 2: Kiss her, you will get the “Jade Girl Heart Sutra”]!

[Choose 3: Immediately turn your face, break up immediately, you will get the “Northern Underworld Magical Art”]!

——

The seal of time and space in different dimensions is broken, the creatures of different races invaded, the demons and beasts swept across the sky, the city fell, and the human race was in crisis!

[Choose 1: Awaken, hunt for time! Anti-kill alien creatures, kill no less than ten martial saint-level alien leaders, you will get “Supreme Bloodline: Desolate Holy Body”]!

[Option 2: Go with the flow and hold on to the waves! In the face of aliens, if you choose to survive, you will get the “Innate Fortune Pill”]!

[Choose 3: A small amount is not a gentleman, no drug is not a husband! In the face of the fierce alien race, capture the human race and sacrifice the alien race to survive, and you will get “Xianshu: Steal the Heaven and Change the Sun”]!

Chen Luo: “I choose one!”

Wake up, hunt time!

…

Through the world of Gaowu, Chen Luo started a new journey from the choice!

- Description from novelbuddy

To be is to have a soul. The soul begets a will. Wills accumulate into mysterious psychic forces, weaving secret domains within the fabric of reality.

Sunless once wondered why the stars shone so brightly, despite being far out of reach. There was a scientific explanation out there, but he didn’t care about that. If the world wanted to spite him, he’d spite the world back.Sunny will reach for the stars, grasp them, and crush them, drowning the universe with a lightless sky.

“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.