MTL - Am I God - v2 Chapter 926 preparation

[Mature Content]I was born a bastard to the Archduke of Beloria, scorned because of my odd-looking hair and sickly body, maltreated by my stepmother and sister.And my father? He never looked my way. I was the reminder of a mistake he could never accept.My entire life should've been trying to live through my days as a labeled whores daughter and the taint to the noble house but everything changed when my marriage to the Lycan Monarch was announced.Lycans are apex predators, superior beings, beastmen, and originators of those horror stories your parents told you about to make you behave. My father saw fit to throw me to the beasts as a means to reclaim the lost lands.I was the bargain for a better future for the last human kingdom, but I felt more cursed than blessed. Forced into training to please a beast and ensure I was fit to be his wife.I dreaded the day I'd wed the Monarch and be treated no less than human meat. I've heard stories about him, and they are far worse than any combined. They call him a mindless beast, merciless, the ultimate feared being in the entire realm, and the terror that bested the vampires in war and ended it under his rule.My future was bleak.But when the day arrived and I set my gaze on the beast I'm meant to marry... I realized Drevon Balthar was unlike the rumors; they didn't tell the whole story.

[Welcome Z-Streamer H48VW3. Your Stats have been evaluated and your rank is... E]'The day I heard this, I had thought those words were the symphony of my death sentence. But when I looked up my System, I discovered that entering the Tower was not my end, but only the beginning.'[Name: Mee Min-ho, Rank: E][Affinities, Equipment][Inventory, Shop][Coins: 0][Developer Options]'Developer options?' Min-ho stood shocked, wondering what this strange option was on his System menu.***No one remembers when the Z-Tower first appeared—only that it erupted into existence in a storm of fire and lightning, piercing the sky like a challenge to the gods.Its purpose remains unknown. Its reputation? Feared and worshipped.Every three years, the Tower opens its gates, welcoming the desperate, the greedy, and the glory-hungry. These challengers known as Z-Streamers, risk their lives in front of a global audience, battling monsters, traps, and each other for views, fame, and unimaginable fortune.But of the hundreds of thousands who enter, only a few thousand ever make it back.Min-ho never wanted fame. He only wanted to live a simple life. But as debts mounted and a desperate need for money arose, he had no other options but to face the Z-Tower's deadly games.Upon enter the Tower, fate hands him a miracle: a glitched System. One that lets him steal the Sponsored Gifts of other Z-Streamers.With this broken power, he begins his ascent—fighting, scheming, and stealing his way to the top, determined to rewrite his future.But power always comes at a price. And the Tower doesn't forgive those who cheat its game.

[Delicate little fairy VS ruthless villain boss] Sweet pet article.

Lin Qianxiao, the princess of the fairy world, accidentally got cannon fodder when she was watching the gods fighting.

After waking up, she transmigrated into a book written by her old opponent to smear her, and became the short-lived female partner of the same name in the book.

The female supporting role was originally a wealthy daughter, but she did a good job. She cheated on the villain’s boss husband, angered her mother-in-law to death, and finally, was tortured by the villain’s husband’s revenge and died tragically in a mental hospital.

Fortunately, Lin Qian smiled before the death of the original female supporting role. In order to avoid the same tragic ending as the original owner, she tried to please her mother-in-law and hugged the villain’s thigh tightly.

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When he first got married, Jiang Zhi drove his newlywed wife to sleep on the sofa, and warned her coldly: “If you don’t want to be cleaned up, just be more obedient.”

Later, Lin Qian smiled impatiently with the energetic Jiang Zhi, hugged the pillow and threatened, “I’m going to sleep on the sofa tonight!”

Jiang Zhi clasped his wife’s slender waist, pampering and coaxing: “I promise I won’t do anything.”

the next day.

The sun was shining outside the window, and the man was lazy in bed. Lin Qianxiao ran to throw off the quilt, but was pressed into his arms by the man, and his warm breath sprayed her ears, “You woke me up.”

Lin Qian blushed with embarrassment and protested angrily, “I just told you to get up.”

Jiang Zhi kissed her with a smile on his dark eyes.

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“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.