Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment - Chapter 37

Yun Chu was thrown into the small world for training, and he just wanted to fill up his progress and go back to make trades.

Unexpectedly, I met a difficult and clingy little devil.

The young man hooked his lips softly and stalked him, but the indifferent daughter of Heavenly Dao was indifferent.

until–

Someone on the edge of blackening leads the big guy into the pit step by step.

“You can’t escape~”

【Quick Pass/Main Sweet/1v1】

#Also known as “The Big Brother Is Actually Not Cold”, “The Love Diary of the Little Lord God”#

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Vegeta travels to the Marvel Universe.

For more than ten years, Vegett has grown from a young man who first came to the universe to survive among the major forces to become the only god among the six gods in the universe who is not the innate god – the God of Destruction.

Along with eternity, swallowing stars, death, infinity, and annihilation, they are called the six true gods of the universe. Title – Destruction.

The universe is far more complex than imagined. Not only the local gods of Marvel, the god group, the eternal titans. There is even an angel civilization, a demon civilization, and even Karl, the god of death in the Styx galaxy. The sun god of the heavenly civilization.

Devil Death, but his subordinate gods, Keisha, Thanos, you need to be respectful when you see him.

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Global mutation brings the game to reality, and humans enter the era of universal job transfer!Damien Blackwell starts out as a standard villain, born into an ambitious villain family, willing to do anything to achieve his goals, even if it means subverting the entire empire!He begins by hunting down the Child of Fortune, ruining his future, cheating on his beloved, killing his parents, and forging a blood feud.The Child of Fortune swears to take revenge!But Damien Blackwell doesn't care at all.Who says that villains will eventually be defeated by justice?Who says that villains must inevitably become stepping stones for the Child of Fortune?In this life, Damien Blackwell plans to step on the bones of the Child of Fortune as a villain, climbing step by step to the top to become the ultimate supreme!He aims to craft a perfect villainous life.

“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.