My Yandere Succubus Daughter is Mommy-Warrior's Natural Enemy - Volume 7 Chapter 41

Chen Yu, who had traveled to another world, felt that it was not a big problem after discovering that this was also a world of high-rise buildings and heavy traffic.

but………

Looking at the pop-up window above the phone, “Daming Academy of Sciences…”

I know that this is borrowing another five hundred years from the sky, and Chen Yu feels fine.

But… look at the great white sun that shines in the night.

Chen Yu felt something was wrong.

But looking at the system that he can travel through the heavens, Chen Yu feels that the problem is still within the controllable range. should……

Then……

…

A certain fairy world.

“Chen Yu, our Taoist sect has discovered a world that is being promoted from a small thousand to a great thousand. You lead our Taoist disciples as pioneers to check it out.”

Chen Yu, who has become a direct disciple of Dao Tianzong, “…”

…

The world of the gods.

“Your Highness, the observers of the temple have discovered…”

As one of the gods in this world, Chen Yu, “…”

…

wizarding world.

“Your Majesty, we have discovered a world that is ascending latitude…”

Chen Yu, who has achieved level seven in this world, “…”

…

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Shan He wakes up and realizes that he has become a gin in the world of Conan!
Use this identity to tease Conan and deceive the BOSS.
Start his wicked life!

Content Labels: Original Towards Young Man Inspirational Life Rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shan Heqing (gin) ┃ Supporting roles: Edogawa Conan, Maurilan, Belmod, Vodka, Kudo Yusaku ┃ Others: Conan, bad taste, gin, sweet

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Just as a gamer found an overpowered skill book called ‘Item Upgrade’ in the hottest virtual reality role-playing game on Earth, something happened to the game’s system, causing his soul to leave his body and go to another dimension. Common sense dictates that he would be born anew then become the greatest overlord of this world by making use of his advanced knowledge. Not in this case! He was already dead. Only some fragments of his soul and that skill book managed to get into that dimension and merge with an ordinary common youngster called Bai Yunfei.

This was the enormous Tianhun continent, where humans could be said to have no limits. There was a group of humans here who could cultivate the power of their own souls then control their bodies, the natural elements and even other people’s souls with that power! These special beings were called — soul cultivators. Come witness how the several fragments of the dead inter-dimensional traveler’s soul and that skill book, which was not governed by the laws of this plane, were going to help Bai Yunfei become a legendary soul cultivator and craftsman!

“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.