Empire of the Ring - Chapter 639 - Negotiations in Moscow (3)

[NO. 4212: ‘Humanity’ has failed the Demotion Match.] [NO. 4212: ‘Humanity’ has been deemed useless. Beginning deletion.] As Earth was being erased after their final game ended in failure, Martial Saint Sung JiHan managed to resist deletion and saw messages pop up in front of him. [To think someone would be able to resist being erased.] [Let’s give him an opportunity to re-challenge.] [Player ‘Sung JiHan’ is returning to the time of initial entry in The League.] When he woke back up, he had regressed back in time. Given a second chance, he swore to himself to stop the fall of Korea and humanity and take flawless vengeance against those that ruined things in his original timeline.

Follow the journey of Korea’s Martial Saint, Sung Jihan, as he struggles to prevent a future of destruction and ascends as the Martial God!

In the past, Yu Xiao Yun was tricked, betrayed, and at the moment of her death, she finally understood how twisted her fate was.Her parents had died and her elder brother was thrown to jail. She realized that everything was her fault. Her fault for being too naive and innocent to the world.However, the wheel of fate turned again and the next moment Yu Xiao Yun opened her eyes, she realized that she had gone back to the past.The past where everyone condemned her? The past where her beloved was forced to the edge by her own hands? Where her parents died? Or where her elder brother was sent to jail?None of that should ever happen again!Xiao Yun wasn't the same person the moment she was reincarnated.She had turned into a clever and evil to avenge everyone that she lost in the past.Once again, she was engaged to Wang Li Lei, the most renowned “Demon Lord of the century”. The person who she wronged in the past and fell in love with him again.And so began the life of Xiao Yun and the possessive love of the demon lord who always showered her with love. The Demon Lord who always spoiled her to the point of vomiting sugar!By the side of Wang Li Lei, her beloved; her second life plan was to turn everything upside-down!Using evil trick to trap everyone by her palm, the naive little girl turned into the fiancee of the demon lord.Discord link to join the author as a reading comrade: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4[ The Picture in the cover isn't mine ]

One-eyed Wolf Lecan is a skilled adventurer who has conquered many dungeons all over the world. He had been going solo for a long time, but in the last three years, he’s had a partner. That partner jumps into the black hole together with Lecan, and both go their separate ways as they fall into another world. Dungeons and magical beasts also exist in that world. After learning the native language, Lecan goes on a journey. Meeting a good teacher, Lecan studies medicine making and magic under that teacher, and begins his dungeon explorations for real.

“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.