MTL - Sword Spirit - Chapter 1210 Battle of Destiny (10)

Have you ever read a story? So stupid and senseless that it makes your blood boil and makes you pity even the villain of the novel. if you haven't that's fine because our protagonist did.“FROM WHERE THE FUCK DID NTR COME FROM?”He threw his console controller on the which did a cartoonish bounce and formed a bump on his forehead.------“Wait! What's this place!?”The moment he woke he found himself in a strange location never been visited by him ever before.------“No!! No!! No!! How the hell did I end in the body of this cucked villain! Why did I end up in this body!!”He lamented when looked at his face in the mirror that got beaten blue by the protagonist of the game.------“Don't worry, Riech. I will fulfill your and fucking kill the bastard and fuck his mother and avenge you!”He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth in anger vowing to take revenge.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

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Damien was reincarnated as the villain in a shelved novel. He find himself on a wedding scene where the protagonist was destined to rob the marriage.He smirked while looking at the proud protagonist and arrogant heroine.Aren't you proud and arrogant? Let you know the consequences of offending the Villain!Destroy the background behind you and capture your family!Don't you love her? Aren't you the son of fortune? Kneel Down!!Now the choice is yours! Do you choose your family or the heroine?“Hehehe didn't the heavenly dao want to suppress and kill me? Let's see how I will play with your chosen 'son and daughters' to death! When the auspicious time will come, I will kill you too!!!”