The Most Generous Master Ever - Chapter 1095 The Veterans Are Not Dead

New novel “Tremble, Universe's Great Beings” is currently being serialized~Overnight, a beautiful culinary goddess turned into the despised Little Disaster StarA rundown house with three rooms, a disabled father, a weak mother, and two skinny younger sisters to take care ofWhat?!Her mother gave birth to three daughters just because she was hard on her brothers' lives? Her father fell off the roof and has been bedridden for half a year, just because she was playing with mud nearby?She calls her grandparents once, and instantly one falls ill and the other has an accident; even the beloved sons of her Uncle's family choke on their food because that day happens to be her birthdayHumph! Uncle might tolerate it, but Aunt cannot! If I don't show my power, will they all treat me like Garfield the cat?!They think for five taels of silver, they can sell me to a sick weakling for good luck? Fine, since I'm the Little Disaster Star, let's turn your house into a disaster zone!They want to sell her sister into a wealthy household to become a slave or maidservant? She shouts, grabs a cleaver, fights the demons she meets, and slays the ghosts she encounters. From then onwards, her reputation as a wild shrew spreads throughout the villageSo be it if I'm wild. For the sake of loved ones, I gladly become the wild Kitchen Lady. With my superb cooking skills, I open a restaurant, become a top chef, develop new recipes, capture the hearts of food lovers, and even come up with new ways to make a big fortune, leading my whole family to wealth and a better standard of living!As for those shameless relatives licking their faces and coming back to recognize kinship, she gives a sweet smile, waves them farewell: Have a good trip. The disownment paper is already framed and hanging on the wall!As for men, well, even my little sister knows: Being handsome can't fill your stomach. A man who earns money, spoils his wife, and follows the three obediences and four virtues is a top-quality brother-in-law.Serious statement: This article is purely fictional. Please do not imitate any plots, behaviors, actions, etc. Cherish your life and live well~

What happens when you survive seven hellish years on an alien planet in the ultimate battle of the strongest in the universe—as a human?What happens when you give everything you have and more to defeat the final boss in a battle to the death… only to wake up the next second, back at day one?Going through it all over again?But something is wrong.The game in his hands isn’t Nyxfall 6: Dark End, the world he spent over seven years surviving. It’s Nyxfall 7: The Veilbreakers—the next installment.He won? So now he’s been given another game to play?And he’s not alone. There are others like him in every alien civilization. This time, it’s not just survival—it’s about who can lead their people best.That is… if they even care about their people at all.Why bother leading at all? With everything they have learned, why not exploit the system, amass unimaginable wealth, and live like a king in a game that pays in real money?

[Warning: This noval features Mature Content]

She wanted love, but he wanted revenge!

“Okay.., Thanks for saving me..”

(I said, and turned around to leave his room)

Mark: “It's better, If You Remove Your Undergarments”..

(A sudden shrill electrified my body when I heard those words. I turn around to look at him. He is just doing his work on his laptop very casually. I didn't respond and turn to reach the door.)

Mark: “Your wound will heal soon, so...”

Anna: “Okay...”

(What I just say?

Did I actually agree to remove my undergarments?

It's embarrassed me.

I just rush out of his room in a hurry, but when I unintentionally imagine his words, my heart starts racing.)

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Anna is devastated when her best friend Ria dies mysteriously. Whereas Mark, who is Ria's older brother wants to find the culprits, who are responsible for Ria's death....

Both Anna and Mark teams up to find the facts regarding Ria's case but they don't know that they fall in love to eachother...

They feel like they can't live without eachother...

On one fine day, both of them confess their love to eachother and their relationship leads to marriage...

However, there are secrets behind Ria's death that will threaten the fragile romance blossoming between Anna and Mark and it leads Anna to be his slave...

Mark wants to take strong revenge on Anna by entering into Slave aggrement...

But Anna always trusts that love always Wins over revenge, so she always enjoys his sexual intense punishments out of love towards him...

But to his surprise, he starts to find himself falling in love with Anna again.

Revenge Wins?

or

Love Wins..?

No matter how many fights you may get into, if you truly love someone it should never matter in the end...

Love Always Blossom...

Follow the book for further details...

Hope you will enjoy it...

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In the first 100 chapters Mark behaviour is a kind of Pervert and tease Anna in all possible ways...

After 100 chapters, he realised his love towards her and started giving values to her wishes, He replaced Anna's nightmares with dreams,

Anna's worries with happiness, and her fears with love...

(Just bear his pervert behaviour of first 100 chapters and see how he will change step by step towards Anna...)

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Anna's wish:

I wish to wake up everyday to the feel of your breath on my neck...

The warmth of your lips on my skin...

The sound of your heart beating with mine...

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Once, you were my salvation

My light

My peace

Now, you are my prison

My captor

My king

Your once warm eyes,

Are now, cold as ice...

You once took my heart in both hands,

Calling me the finest in all the lands...

But now your stone cold, dagger-like stare,

Makes me want to run away like a startled hare

I’m no pet to be kept,

No exotic beast to be bound...

Even with all this rage against you that I hold,

What am I to do except do as I am told...

“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.