Level-Up Apocalypse: Surviving With The Assimilation System - Chapter 50: A Crow’s Feast

The world spat on him because he betrayed humanity and took the side of darkness.His executioner was his best friend and his lover stood on one side, her eyes hollow and devoid of any sympathy.Every single one desired him to vanish.However, the moment his pitiful life came to an end he found himself getting summoned by a Goddess.Kneeling on the ground and requesting for his help,[For the last time, please wear the mantle of our champion again. This world needs you, Clarsen.]So she said.The world would be pushed under the darkness of death again, and this time there would be several chosen warriors there to save the world.Yet, despite all that, the eldest Goddess was begging for his support.“Fine, I will do it myself.”********Additional tags: Strong to stronger, ruthless MC, kingdom building, limitless mana, possessive characters, regressor, transmigrator, obsessive love.*********A/N:- Give the story a read until it goes through a time skip. I request you to pass the judgment after that.

The unprecedented magician who will eat all the magic books of the world has appeared.

A weak and useless man—unemployed and mocked by the world. A man who constantly surrounded himself with nine beautiful women.Someone who never looked like a ruler, yet was born with nine concubines at his side. Because of the hidden malice in each of them, his life ended in tragedy.After his death, a soul from beyond the Void Domain descended into this world, granting a second chance at life.With memories of his previous existence intact, he resolved not to repeat the same mistakes.“Who would have thought I’d be reborn so far from my birthplace? Even that surprises me… but it doesn’t matter. I’m glad this body possesses such extraordinary talent.”It no longer matters who wishes to kill me. I, William von Cassias, will reclaim the recognition of the entire world.***Others Tags:Fast-Paced, Talented Man, Possesion, Obssesion, Outer Gods, King, Ruler, Deity Beings, Miracles, Weak To Strong, Strong To Strongest, Useless Man, Adult Scenes, Polygamy, Revenge, Hatred To Loved, Trash Man, Cunning Man, Anti Naive, Princess, Saintess, Goddesses, Demoness, Hate And Love Relationship, Threesome, Masochist, BDSM, Mysterious Man***More Illustrations? Here!discord.gg/4yCzqTCUhp***Yuri? No! Of course not! I’ve never loved the yuri genre.Netorare? No! I only write a single MC who steals another man’s woman.Cultivation? Yes, but not really. The power level on the novel is not weak.

“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.