Heiress' Househusband is a Secret Billionaire - Chapter 318: You Mean, Tomorrow is Fine?

In a world where immortality and martial arts coexist, Qiao Mu can constantly come back to life.Each time he is killed, he resurrects at the cost of getting older, but his martial arts skills also become deeper with age.The more he dies, the older he gets, and the stronger he becomes. The more heroic his death, the stronger he becomes after resurrection.So he finds different ways to court death, always seeking out danger.The enemy is shocked to discover that just after defeating the young one, an old one has appeared, seemingly infinite in number.A legend of an invincible immortal family starts to spread.“The Qiao family is full of loyal and heroic individuals, generation after generation. They all detest evil and cherish righteousness, valuing honor over life, daring to lead the world!”“After his son died on the battlefield, the father with white hair continues to go into battle. He is worthy of admiration and respect!”“Once upon a time, the son protected me and died, so today I cannot simply watch his old father living a sad and lonely old age.”“The descendants of the Qiao family bravely entered the palace to assassinate the evil emperor, but failed and lost their lives. Is the emperor really so clueless? The mysterious thousand-year-old monster from the hidden Qiao family is about to appear!”“Has the divine immortals and buddhas returned? But why do even those divine beings call the elders of the Qiao family “ancestors”? How many ancestors does the Qiao family have, and where did they come from?”After countless deaths, Qiao Mu suddenly looked back and found himself to be an ancient ancestor of mankind, who had lived for millions of years and possessed immense power.

Jiang Yuan traveled to a fantasy world.

His father was a big boss in the county, and he originally thought that he was rich and honored in brocade clothes.

Unexpectedly, his father was robbed while walking the darts, and the whole army was wiped out.

Overnight, everyone stared at the Wanguan family property left by his father.

Fortunately, he has already awakened the luck panel, which can be used to upgrade his own luck talent by considering other people’s innate luck.

Strong body (white) → extraordinary physique (green) → dragon and tiger body (blue) →??? (gold)

Outstanding savvy (green) →? ? ? (gold)

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[Longevity without Borders (Purple)]: Increase your lifespan for ten thousand years and keep your youth forever!

[Ancient double pupils (gold)]: Born with double pupils, the human emperor’s vision is equivalent to the ancient human emperor alive, with peerless talent.

[Five-color divine light (gold)]: Innate supernatural powers, once sacrificed, within the five elements, there is nothing that cannot be brushed and nothing that cannot be broken!

[Never fall into reincarnation (red)]: It is a taboo by nature, never fall into reincarnation, and can always keep the true spirit unaware of reincarnation and rebirth.

The luck entries one by one constitute the peerless genius!

And he also found that he could continuously gain innate luck and accumulate upgrades.

Talent has become unrivaled in the past, and gradually embarked on the road of invincibility.

- Description from novelbuddy

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

“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.