The Undead King of the Palace of Darkness (WN) - Chapter 84.2: , Stratagem (2)

This novel is also known as Farming And Learning Martial Arts To Bring Peace

The world is difficult and dangerous. Chi Qiaosong’s family has only three acres of thin fields, but he allowed him to grow a splendid world.

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Two? Two new stories, Bai Yuhan worked hard to conceive, please watch.

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Lu Zhiguang is not a cannon fodder himself, but his mission is to save the miserable cannon fodder.

A businessman who lost in a business game. A teenager who kept silent under school violence. The actor whose road to fame was ruined by cyber violence. An unknown man who was misunderstood until the day he died.

There can only be one protagonist in every world, so fate hides in the corner sending it’s cold tentacles toward the innocent.

Some people stay silent, some choose to compromise, some are unwilling, and some are fulfilled.

There should always be individuals to hug them.

So the Lu Zhiguang went to hug.

Then people will not let go.

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Su Han is a transmigrator, and this is not the first time he has transmigrated.

For the first time, I traveled to the digital world, and after clearing the level, I came to the world of the resurrection of the elves.

And awakened digital templates.

In short, it is to find spirits with the same nature as Digimon, and cultivate and evolve Digimon.

And the goblin gym, which happened to be facing the old mother, was going to go bankrupt.

Su Han directly took it down, who said that men can’t open a fairy gym?

Miao Miao — Super Miao Miao — Dilu Beast — Heavenly Girl Beast — Venus Beast!

Lily Root Doll – Balu Beast – Miss Skirt – Flower Fairy Beast – Rose Beast

“Su Han, it’s not bad! You know that the old mother is waiting to hold her grandson, and even has a girlfriend?”

“This girlfriend is not bad, tall and slender! Why is she blindfolded?” Mom.

“?????” Su Han.

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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.