Supernatural Movie Actor App - Chapter 94: 1552 Haunted House (26)

In a world where dungeons are worshipped as divine trials and the System is hailed as a blessing, Beno Mark knows only one truth—everything is a lie.Haunted by the sin of killing his own parents, burdened by guilt, and shattered by the disappearance of his younger brother Renzo Mark in a mysterious Violet Gate, Beno spirals into madness, questioning reality itself. The System, which promises power and salvation, is nothing but a trap, binding the souls of countless hunters. The world itself is not as it seems—vast beyond imagination, hiding secrets that even the gods fear.Yet, Beno refuses to crumble. Driven by obsession and guilt, he awakens the cursed King System, the most forbidden and dominating force ever sealed. As fragments of truth and ancient conspiracies emerge, Beno, alongside Luna, Charles, Raul, and Isabella, begins to unravel the world's true history—a truth that has been hidden for centuries.What is the Violet Gate? Who controls the System? And why was Beno chosen as the vessel of the King of All Beings?The path is clear.Kneel... or Bleed.

Corporate slave Alexander dies with only one regret—not finishing the fantasy novel in his hands. Fate has a twisted sense of humor when he awakens as Alexander Flamingo, the perverted villain destined to be expelled and killed in that very story!Armed with complete knowledge of the original plot and a mischievous “Harem King System,” Alexander plans to rewrite his fate. No longer the one-dimensional pervert of the novel, he'll use his future knowledge to manipulate heroes, seduce heroines, and rise from disposable villain to the true mastermind of this world.The system grants him power through every relationship he builds—but can this calculating reincarnator use his second chance to avoid his predetermined death and become the ultimate Harem King? One thing's certain: this story won't follow the original script.

The top student in the art exam, at the graduation ceremony, she once uttered nonsense in front of more than a thousand people: “I want to be the actor!”
– boyfriend!
Wen Yuanyu, the film star with tens of millions of girlfriend fans, looks elegant, gentle and demeanor, but when flirting, he is full of love words——
“I’ve always liked you.”
“I like you right now.”
“We’ll just go home…”
The continuous flow of sugar-coated bullets has subdued the proud and rebellious Ran Qiu into a little puppy, and even made him an underground lover.
Until one day after exercising,
The defenseless Wen Yuanyu blurted out…
The little milk dog gradually discovered that his love was full of lies, his self-esteem was wiped out, and even his career that fell to the bottom of the valley all stemmed from a deception carefully designed by Wen Yuanyu.
–
After deciding to break up, Ran Qiu successfully played the first male lead in his life, but Wen Yuanyu lingered, and came to co-star in this romantic movie with him.
As the movie king, Wen Yuanyu frequently NGed those scenes of physical contact, acting jerky and affectionate.
When everyone thought that the actor was interested in Ran Qiu——
But Ran Qiu raised his eyes and sneered: “For the sake of money, is your play really good enough?”
Demining:
1. The offense and shou are not perfect, and the early shou is scum
2. Gong has an ex, Shou has an ex-boyfriend, Shou and his ex-boyfriend are 1
3. Not suitable for extreme attack and control
Husband-chasing crematorium/Main attack/Under the year/Shou is seven years older than Gong/Proud and unruly innocent milk dog Gong X Dignified and gentle scumbag actor Shou

Content tags: powerful rich family entertainment circle cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ran Qiu, Wen Yuanyu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: Chasing Husband Crematorium
One-sentence introduction: Husband Chasing Crematorium
Conception: There is a bottom line and a career

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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.