MTL - Unrivaled Medicine God - Chapter 3088 Battle dominate!

What is the bright side?

The boundless shadow void.

Compared with the power of light that represents the order of the universe, the power of shadow that interacts with it will make people involuntarily have negative associations.

The Old Gods, the Lords of the Void, and… the unavoidable loss of control.

Is the power of shadow really difficult to break away from the control of the ancient gods and cannot be truly mastered by mortals?

The traverser Andrea has a different opinion on this.

Accidental crossing, came in Azeroth’s most dangerous period of the ancient war.

Andrea, who was blessed by the moon god Elune, had many questions about this world she thought she was very familiar with.

“Moon God” Elune, is it really just the Moon God?

Since she is not the Titan star soul that people imagined, what kind of existence is Elune?

Why did Tyrande gain the strange power of the so-called dark side of the moon when she sacrificed to Elune in the future?

“When your heart is toward the light, the shadows are silently looking back at you.” ——by Andrea Moon Shadow

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I found myself reincarnated into a game where you raise pretty girls to prevent the world’s destruction.But wait, what are the guys doing while the girls are busy saving the world?As it turns out, it’s a world where women are strong and men are weak.In a world that disregards men, I have to survive as a ‘man who wields a sword.’But… I’m incredibly strong, you know?

“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.