Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam? - Chapter 655 - Starting a New Course

After possessing the game’s villain, my goal was solely one thing –

To escape from this cursed game world.

[Embrace a death befitting a villain]

I failed on the first run.

But I resolved once more to escape this world…

“I missed you, Kyle.”

Yet the heroines who once loathed me began to plead for my affection.

Song Yu Xi is a tasker.

The system told her that she has a great and glorious task on her shoulders – to save the world!

Song Xu Yi is dedicated to her work, remembering the first rule of the Fast-Travel Code of “no love”, and is dedicated to reforming the world-ending villain and strengthening the power of the protagonist, but she never thought that every world would develop in an unpredictable direction:
The beautiful and charming villainous movie queen hugged Song Xu Yi’s neck and breathed like an orchid: “Kid, why do you always blush when you see me?”

The sickly and delicate villain Omega raised Song Xu Yi’s chin: “My dear Miss Song, how does it feel to have an Alpha become an Omega?”

The cold and beautiful villain student sneered and put the five million check into her school bag: “There is no other way to repay the favor of funding, only the promise of your body.”

The villainous prince disguised as a man slowly tore up the peace proposal: “If you want to negotiate peace, you can let your Grand Princess Song Xu Yi come and make peace…”
System （(艹皿艹 )）: Say no to love and don’t fall in love!!!

Song Xu Yi ((╥_╥)): Sorry!

I blame the villain for being too beautiful, I couldn’t see her tears…

The love story of a hardworking wage earner tasker and a gloomy world-destroying paranoid villain.

- Description from Novelupdates

In the 1960s, resources were extremely scarce. Thankfully, she had a personal space filled with supplies, ensuring she never lacked for food and clothing.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.