Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou - Chapter 337: Naruto: I am Uchiha Shirou []

In the Stone Axe Tribe, a band of young warriors, led by the spirited Urich, embarks on a hunt in the forbidden Sky Mountains. Unknowingly, they cross into an unseen civilization, revealing two distinct worlds divided by the mountains. Urich, a curious and charismatic barbarian, is enthralled by this new world of endless wonders. Join Urich as he explores unfamiliar lands and make thrilling discoveries, and unexpected alliances.

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Of all the characters in this story, it had to be the son of a bitch!?Thanks to the courtesy of Truck-kun, I was transmigrated into the famous yet garbage novel, [Hero's Apocalypse].The character I possessed was a third-rate extra who had the [Talent] to 'plunder' other talents. Yet, as overpowered as it might sound, the conditions to fulfill a successful plundering were extreme, making this character truly befitting a third-rate trash.But that's not what's important right now—it's the fact that this man's role in the original story was his very death, and I opened my eyes after the original body just finished killing himself.“Fuck! Why did you attempt to sexually assault the Imperial Princess?!”Feeling livid, I strongly punched the mirror in front of me, knowing that as soon as I gained a new life through mysterious means, others would inevitably come to take it because of this bastard's unforgivable sin.But I wanted to survive...Motherfucker, can I do it?!

Top student Jiang Xia and her family went on a road trip after her college exam.

On the third day of their trip, they encountered a landslide.

When they opened their eyes again, they had transmigrated back to decades ago! The family of three became skinny and sallow as they were trapped in the mountains. Jiang Xia’s father was the third son, who was the least favorite in the family because he couldn’t find food for the Jiang family during the three days that they were stuck in the mountains.

Even Jiang Xia, who was thirteen years old, was about to be sold for food.

For the sake of his daughter, Jiang Chuan, who had been an honest man all his life, desperately took his family into the mountains.

But all of them had starved to death there.

That’s when Jiang Xia’s family from the 21st century transmigrated and took over their bodies! Jiang Xia and her family retained their original names, but their personalities were completely different from their counterparts, who were all cowardly.

They had raised three beautiful daughters, but watched helplessly as their eldest daughter was used in a substitute marriage, went into the mountains, and was not able to return for two years.

To protect their second daughter, all three of them lost their lives.

Jiang Xia’s family who had transmigrated were not so easily bullied.

Having learned martial arts from a young age, Mrs. Jiang had no problem fighting alone against three people if needed to.

Mr. Jiang had a cheat that allowed him to freely keep away the Mercedes Benz that had transmigrated over from the modern times with them.

As for Jiang Xia, who had transmigrated as the second daughter of the Jiang family, she had a spatial pocket and extremely good luck! The Jiang family’s daughters were all amazing!

The eldest daughter was a gentle flower, and the mountain man she married was of extraordinary origin.

The second daughter was a top student, plus she had a spatial pocket, infinite blessings and luck, and she easily navigated through the 1960s.

Also, there was a genius boy who was waiting for her to grow up…The third daughter took after Mrs. Jiang.

She could fight and even kill in critical moments.

She even managed to catch a wealthy man to support her family.

Everyone was shocked.

How did the weak, cowardly Jiang family suddenly change so drastically?!

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“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.