Reborn As A Bastard Child: Woah! I'm Super Overpowered - Chapter 19: Engaging in battle in a curiously offhanded fashion

Chen Daoxuan stumbled upon an extraordinary system after crossing into a new realm. Whenever he took an apprentice under his wing, unimaginable rewards awaited him, and the critical hits from his apprentices would return ten thousandfold.Puzzled, Chen Daoxuan wondered, “Why don’t my disciples seem to regard me the same way?”The eldest disciple, the Demon Empress, declared with unwavering loyalty, As long as the master gives an order, the disciple is willing to sacrifice everything in the world for the master.”Second Disciple, Saintess: “What is the highest state of Master?”Third Disciple, Sword Immortal: “Damn it, the world says I am the number one swordsman genius in the world, but why am I not even ten thousandth as good as my master?”As word of Chen Daoxuan’s abilities spreads, the reverence towards him grows.Many Holy Places: “If we are a holy place, then his power is like a heavenly existence!”All Immortals in the Immortal World: “His strength is not comparable to that of our fairyland, and he is probably already the supreme saint!”Saint Supreme: “Don’t get involved with me, I don’t want to face that existence either!”Embark on a thrilling journey as Chen Daoxuan grapples with the consequences of his newfound powers and the complexities of his relationships with his devoted disciples. Unravel the mysteries of the system that granted him his strength, and discover the true extent of his abilities in a world where unimaginable forces collide.Prepare to be enthralled by this captivating tale of power, loyalty, and otherworldly encounters. Witness the rise of an enigmatic master whose might echoes through the realms. Brace yourself for an epic adventure that will leave you yearning for more!

In order to be loved, she changed her whole personality, but all she got in return was a cold husband and her unrequited feelings.Now that she lost her memories and went back to her old self, she's determined to never love again. She wouldn't let anyone trample on her anymore.But then, why is her husband coming back around again - turning over a new leaf and wanting to take her back so desperately?“You should know well by now, my beloved wife. Didn't you change yourself for love...?” he muttered vehemently, voice low and smoky.His unwavering eyes are blazing with passion and a deep sense of endearment that she'd never seen before. This isn't her husband at all - instead of cold, his gaze appears to be on fire.“The same goes for me... So, love me, love me not - you're going to take responsibility.”---Impassive, strait-laced, stiff and very compliant - that's how everyone sees Cassidy Eleanor. She's an underdog wife who's desperate to gain her husband's affection and would even sacrifice her own freedom. Coming from an unknown background, she was neglected by her spouse, persecuted by his family, and misjudged in her workplace.That's all until it came to a point when she already had enough. In an effort to flee from the clutches of a loveless marriage and all the obligations that were forced on her, she got herself a ticket and boarded a plane.Little did she know that a bombing incident would ultimately ruin her plan to start anew.Then, before she knew it, she woke up to find herself with a type of amnesia that caused her to forget everything that happened to her when she's past the age of eighteen-years-old.To be exact, Cassidy had gone back to her old self - right before she met her husband, Adrian Millicent.---Cold, distant, steely and iron-willed - that's how everyone sees the owner of the country's richest conglomerate. Adrian is known to be a prodigious figure in a variety of fields and commerce, a prestigious individual with billions of assets, and a man of outstanding achievements overall.He used to be the most-sought-after bachelor of the country, but only to get in an arranged marriage by his grandparent - with a woman of unknown origin, to boot. He really couldn't care less, though. After all, he never needed love to begin with.That's all until Adrian found this reserved and amenable wife of his acting like a wild and boisterous teenage girl one day.

Zhao Fan gets reincarnated as villain thus, journey starts....Tags: Milfs!!! — Cuckolding protagonists ( Netori, enjoying their mother and harem) — Harem — Cold Mc — Villain Mc— Cool article - Somehow yandere female leads.

“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.