God, Help Us All [Monster Evolution/Progression/LitRPG] - Chapter 63: Into the Heart of the Inferno

“Don’t go near Kassel Academy, you will become unfortunate.” Luo Yin, a legendary C-level student of Kassel Academy, a particularly reliable alchemist, a humanoid Doraemon, and the only normal person in the equipment department, said.

This is the story of a mixed-race with a sloppy bloodline who accidentally acquired the Dragon language analysis system, relied on alchemy and burst livers to survive in the Monster Academy, and was forced to embark on the great cause of dragon slaying.

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The story begins more than a year before Concubine Ming’s admission, and the main characters are Chu Bapo, Ye Sheng, Xia Mi, the vice-principal, the principal, Fingal and so on.

Comedy direction, not abusive, not tragic.

- Description from novelbuddy

When 18-year-old Chu Miao dies in a tragic car accident, her soul vanishes; but her body does not remain empty for long. A formidable warrior from an ancient era, the daughter of a renowned general, awakens in her place. Sent into the future by a prophecy, she finds herself in a world on the brink of destruction.With only a month before typhoons ravage the land, extreme weather shifts without warning, and terrifying mutations transform animals and plants into deadly threats. Worst of all, a horrifying virus spreads like wildfire, turning humans into flesh-eating zombies. Civilization crumbles and only the strongest survive.Though her new body lacks the powerful cultivation she once had, she still possesses an invaluable advantage; her ancient spatial ring. Filled with elixirs, weapons, demonic beast cores, and rare cultivation resources, it becomes her greatest tool for survival. But modern supplies are also essential, and she must act fast to stockpile resources before the apocalypse fully takes hold.As chaos reigns, she fights to protect her family and secure a foothold in this brutal new world. Along the way, she crosses paths with a mysterious and powerful man, one of the rare few who awaken supernatural abilities and is just as determined to survive. Together, they forge an unbreakable bond, battling both the relentless undead and the desperate survivors willing to kill for a chance to live.Armed with ancient wisdom and modern strategy, she refuses to bow to fate.In this new life, she will rise again—not as a lost soul from the past, but as a warrior destined to rule the apocalypse.

Due to the machination of her boyfriend (Yi Jinxi) and “bestie” (Zhong Yi) , Xu Luosang who used to be a noble lady of a rich family was reduced to hiding her identity in order to rise up again. Her fiance put her father in jail and all that love turned to hate. So she lies about her age, hides her beauty and starts working as a carer in order to regain her power so she could save her father.

Our story begins with her nursing Nian Junting, a high-handed and narcissistic president, who suffered an accident and is unable to move and also unable to get it up. Being a man-child, the words he says are always the opposite of what the other party wants.

She thought their relationship was nothing more than a deal, so she left continuing her plans in her revenge, but time proved that he really loved her. He kept pestering her shamelesly, even obtaing a marriage certificate. His righteosness and fairness charmed her in time…..but will he make her fall in love again?

His sister: “Luosang must have reaped a significant amount of bad karma in her past lives to have been fancied by her brother.”

Him: “If I make Zhong Yi fall into the water every day, will you kiss me and feed me every day?”

Luosang’s mouth corners twitched slightly. ‘Really? Are you jealous of a dog?’

- Description from Novelupdates

“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.