Young Master Jin's Beloved - Chapter 107

[One Punch Man + Ghost Slayer + Chi Tong + Hokage + Spirit Cage + Pirate + Spell + Zero…]

Traveling through the One Punch Man world, Luo Yu opened the god-level deduction system.

When playing the Eight Magic Skills, I learned that I need to fight monsters to collect energy to speed up the game? But it seems that there are not enough monsters, so is it feasible to create monsters and build a monster farm?

Sykes: Everything follows the master’s will~ Miss Zhu Shi: Since it is to save the world, Zhu Shi is willing to give everything~

Orochimaru: Thinking about such a crazy idea is exciting~ Bai Yuekui: Since everything is under your control, Yuekui is also happy to help~

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First Gift: Dynamic Vision → Bullet Time → Inherent Time Control - Acceleration → Inherent Time Control - Time Stop…Tao Yu reincarnated into a world being devoured by the Abyss and discovered that as long as he was willing to expend enough Yuan Force, he could infinitely enhance his skills.With the help of his special gift, Tao Yu gradually realized that the world fragments within this Abyss were somewhat different, containing parts of Earth’s remains, and even legends from Earth were buried within…

In her past life, Wan Chuo was unruly, taking a white lotus as her best friend, infuriated her mother to death, mistreated her in-laws, aborted her child, and ended up being despised by everyone, turning herself into a rotten wild flower.Heaven granted her a second chance, and this time she is determined to rip apart the facade of the white lotus.Hey, you there, in this life I planned to stay far away from you, not to wreak havoc on your family, so why are you sticking so close, what are you trying to do?!

“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.