On The Day Of My 100th Blind Date, I Arrested My Date - Chapter 122 - : So That’s the Case (1)

He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.

Transmigrating into a fantasy world, starting as a typical rich and handsome guy, he has a useless main character fiancé, a sister who knows the future plot, and a distant cousin who is the reincarnation of his nemesis, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden.He becomes the final boss in a female-oriented novel, forcibly killed by the plot?Although he has a system that allows him to become stronger by binding with geniuses, Jiang Minghan states that as a gentleman who likes to stay calm and friendly, he just wants to be good to others and doesn’t want to be a villain.To avoid the fate of being overpowered by the female leads in the future, he can only walk further down the path of a villain.But unknowingly, when did he become the source of darkness, disrupting the eternal heavens?

Mark hatched out of an egg one day, reincarnated as a demon!His body was as strong as iron, instincts capable of noticing a silent fly multiple meters away. Eyesight sharp enough to see the small holes in an enemy’s clothing.Moreover, he also had a system.[Soul Devourer][Eat souls to grow stronger.][Mind-type Demonic Tricks have been derived out of your demonic bloodline!][Heart Input!][Input unsolicited thoughts in an enemy's heart and influence them!]Mark took a deep breath.How can he allow himself to live a mediocre life after being given this second chance?Now, he wanted it all!Women, wealth, power, status, and even eternal life!His ambition was set, his heart was on fire. A demon had been born.

“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.