Stealing Heroines' Affections Is My Job as the Villain - Chapter 80: Plotting and Pouting

Ark is a young Swedish man. Growing up without the loving care of parents had a big impact on his life and his personality turned out rather cold, even though he is a good person. His life ends abruptly when he suddenly dies of a rare disease, but his story doesn't. In fact, he gets reincarnated in a world of swords and magic... as a wolf? Follow Ark as he tries his hardest to evolve and survive in this new world fraught with danger, after all, power is everything.

A generation of hegemons, betrayed by betrayal, besieged by forty-nine strong men, tragically killed and robbed the mountain, re-lived once, he will re-enter the peak; strong rise, into the chaotic star field, exhausted 100,000 strong, Wusheng dead and kill, The impact is high!

- Description from 69shu translation

Ke Mingye accidentally gained the ability to read identities and soon discovered that his family members were an extremely complex mix. Seemingly ordinary family members each had their own secret identities: —— “Superheroes,” “magical girls,” “ninjas,” “aliens,” “vampires,” “employee of Anomaly Control Bureau ,” “dragonkin,” “diviners”... Day and night, each family member tried their best to keep their secret identity hidden, so they made their days extraordinarily mysterious, behaving as normal as possible in front of anyone. But the identities they desperately concealed were nothing more than a string of data on the player panel to Ke Mingye. Just when Ke Mingye was lamenting that there wasn’t a single normal person in his family, he received a main quest from the game system... —— “Eradicate the Superhumans.” “Eradicate... the superhumans?” Sitting at the dining table, Ke Mingye was stunned for a long time, with his chopsticks in his mouth, as he turned his head to survey the room full of superhumans and thought to himself that this was pretty a “happy” surprise！XD

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