MTL - Urban Cultivation Medical Saint - v3 Chapter 4678 One against six! Crushing and killing the two top Taoist ancestors

Sian Lee, the strongest person under the heavens in old china, was reborn as a very overweight woman.

Mediocre is a common characteristic of the majority. But when someone outstanding appears beside you, your life will change because of him. That’s the principle of ‘who you mix around with is a reflection of yourself.’ The doctor in charge of the Three Flavour Hall will change everything. You can raise a campus belle, a CEO beauty…

In a realm rife with war and conquest, only the strong and cunning may survive.Planar travel has become the determinant of strength.Nobles and powerhouses travel the myriad planes, invading and plundering them to increase their personal strength, grow their military might and fund their endless wars.A systems engineer and lifelong web novel reader is reborn as Alex Fury—a young noble deemed talentless by his own family. Lacking his family’s bloodline powers and warrior potential, Alex is exiled to a Mage Tower.His fate is clear: master magic... or lose everything.No cheat system. No divine blessing. No hidden power.What he does have is a mind sharpened by logic, engineering... and stories.Blending the System Engineering and web novel knowledge of his previous life with the Rune knowledge of his new world, Alex Fury creates a revolutionary new form of magic unique to him...RuneTech Magic.From Runic Artificial Intelligence to an Interplanar communication networks; From Rune-powered super soldiers to Rune-crafted Power Armours (and mechas), from new energy sources to Perpetual Energy.With this marriage of science and technology, Alex will usher in advances previously thought unattainable in his new world, and his old one.This is a tale of power, rebellion, ambition- and legacy.Empires will rise to crush him. Worlds will try to deny him. But with intellect, invention- and just a spark of madness, he will carve his name into history.Witness the birth of the Rune-Tech Sage, and the beginning of a legend that will echo across worlds.

“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.