The Spiritual Attainment of Minghe - Chapter 413: The Twelve Earthly Branches

When 18-year-old Kyle Conner arrives at his aunt's for a summer holiday, he expects relaxation and freedom. Instead, his life is forever altered when he crosses paths with Lilith, the demon of lust and second-most powerful entity in the underworld.Forced into a dark pact, Kyle is transformed into a demon and gifted with a mysterious system that promises immense power. But this newfound strength comes with a deadly price: Kyle must hide his true nature and navigate the treacherous world of demons, all while being hunted by Lucifer and other malevolent forces.As Kyle struggles to control his newfound powers and unravel the secrets of the system, he discovers his ultimate goal: to overthrow Lucifer and bring about a new era of peace. But with the forces of darkness closing in, Kyle must confront the darkness within himself and make impossible choices to survive.Will Kyle be able to master his demonic powers, outwit his enemies, and fulfill his destiny? Or will the weight of his newfound responsibilities consume him, dooming humanity to eternal darkness?

Orion was on his way back home from work.He was hurrying back home to take a nap while planning how he would spend his weekend as well, but while he was lost in thought, a truck suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the last thing he remembered was the truck barreling towards him before everything around him turned dark.However to his surprise, he didn’t feel any pain after having the accident. In fact, he couldn’t see anything.Everything around him seemed dark but when he opened his mouth to speak, he heard the gurgling sounds of a baby.Noticing that the one sounding like a baby was him, Orion tried to open his eyes to know exactly where he was, but when he did, the first thing his eyes fell upon was a stunning beautiful elf, holding him with the most tenderest of care.Not only was she his mother, she was also a queen as well and she had a beautiful sister who adored him just as much as his mother.Aside from this, Orion also noticed he had received a system which allowed him to grow and evolve faster than a normal High Elf but after finding out the huge role his mother played in eradicating the war between all races, Orion vowed to live a happy and fulfilling life with his mother, aunt and a few others he cared a lot about.

Her – a glutton without troubles or worries who crossed over and became a young fat chick with a deep vengefulness.

“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.