I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess - Chapter 319: Puppeteer’s Weapon?

He died a worthless death.An orphan mocked by his world, hated by all.Even on his death bed, mercy never found him.He was murdered in cold bloods. Drenched in his own pool of blood and with his eyes closed in death.Just when he thought his life was over.He reincarnated. into a fantasy world but as what?A DragonCreature of myth and the unknown. Transversing through the unknown world filled with magics and monsters.He who was nothing but an unfortunate orphan in his past life faces a second chance.Giving an opportunity to rewrite his fate. with malice still in his heart.Ma Feng walks the path of the unknown. but with challenges in his path.Through his research, Ma Feng realizes how deep this fantasy world is.His goal of returning back to his original world is being hindered by the abstract forces.His hopes of returning back with his newly acquired powers is being disrupted by the secrets of the unknown.In hopes of uncovering the secrets that would facilitate his return back to his original world.Ma Feng must locate the remnants of the Dragon species, uncovering the mysteries of Dragon Magics.Despite his determination to return. Fate has something in store for him.And the truth of his existence shall be revealed.This is the path of an OverlordThis was a time he Reincarnated as a Dragon!

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

Three years after graduating, Chu Mo, who could barely maintain his basic livelihood, activated The Tycoon System, and a bank card with an unlimited credit limit that could be safely used appeared before him. Start a company? Make investments? Buy stocks? In the face of the bank card with unlimited credit, these options seemed to lose their significance. Having already obtained inexhaustible and unlimited money, he might as well live comfortably as an infinitely wealthy tycoon.

This is the story of a young slave gladiator in an underground arena. He doesn’t know about his past or how he got to where he is, only that his name is Aegir, and that he is strong.