MTL - Reincarnation Paradise - v93 Chapter 43 : Victory and defeat and package

[Gunfight + case-solving reasoning + decisive killing]

“I’ve been black and white, and you said I was an undercover agent???”

When Dean woke up, he opened his eyes and saw the scene where the robbers were sharing the spoils.

Because of the confusion of the original owner’s memory, Dean mistakenly thought that he was a real robber, so he chose to eat black and white, and emptied the magazine with an American-style Juhe.

Just when he was about to take the money and leave.

A blond beauty came to the door: “Dean is an intern police officer. The bank in the town was robbed. I ordered you to investigate the suspect. You don’t want to fail your internship, do you?”

It turns out that I am an undercover agent!

Dean is numb…

- Description from novelbuddy

In 1930s Canada, a 16-year-old landlord unlocks a System unlike anything this world has seen—a power that lets him grant supernatural abilities drawn from warriors of another realm. Barbarians, Archers, Wizards… all under his command.

21st century superstar Jian Nai’s friend encountered a scumbag who cheated money from people. As soon as the other party walked away, his friend became the laughing stock of the entire entertainment circle overnight!

Jian Nai immediately decided to take revenge on behalf of his friend, preparing to make the scumbag pay the price for playing with other’s feelings and then dump him!

Jian Nai : “Baby, I just got off work, and you?”

The other party : “Just finished the battle with the invading army.”

Jian Nai : “Honey, I will cook for you in the kitchen. What do you like to eat?”

The other party : “Nutrition solution.”

“… …”

Getting along for a while, he finally dumped the other party and said he was just playing around. After saying the harsh words, he realised– it’s over, he copied the wrong ID!

Not only did he add the wrong person, the other party was not even a person from Earth at all!

- Description from Novelupdates

“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.