MTL - Back To the Small Fishing Village In 1982 - Chapter 414 Reward approved

Seventeen years ago, the Su family held the wrong child!

The fake daughter-in-law occupies the magpie’s nest and robs the loved ones and fiancé that should belong to the real daughter.

The real daughter has left her hometown, the phoenix that has landed is not as good as a chicken, and she is so poor that she does not have a mobile phone.

As soon as this gossip came out, everyone in City B was waiting for the real palace fight drama.

Surprisingly, the true and false daughters who were supposed to fight to the death actually joined forces!

It’s so outrageous!
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The real daughter, Su Yunshao, is a celestial master. He plays cats and dogs in the countryside, casts out ghosts and farms. Don’t be too hilarious.
On that day, the biological parents and King Yama came to the door.
Dad Su: “You have suffered.”
Su Ma: “Go home with your parents!”
Hades: “This king has finally found you! It’s a ghost!”
Su Yunshao: ? ? ?
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The fake daughter Su Yiyi has a school system, study hard, and have everything.
She wants to buy whitening pills for her mother, hair growth cream for her father, and repair liquid for her brother.
However, in the system’s daily grand platform, the points for reading books, doing questions, and writing papers are pitifully small, but the good things in the mall are expensive.
On that day, the real daughter came back, and the system burst into the trenches.
Su Yunshao entered the experimental class, points +300
Top ten in Su Yunshao’s class, points +800
Su Yunshao’s top ten grades, points +2000
The fake daughter looked at the real daughter with eyes like the savior: “Sister, let’s take the Qingbei exam together! Do you like the Department of Physics or the Department of Chemistry?”
Su Yunshao: “…” The ghost’s hand trembled slightly.

1. The main family and career.
2. True and false daughters join forces, not infighting.

Content tags: Rebirth of a wealthy family Strong women
Search keywords: Protagonist: Su Yunshao ┃ Supporting role: “My Escape Live Streaming Craving All Stars” to learn ┃ Others: “Danxiu Returns to Modernity [Food]” to learn
One sentence introduction: Why do women make it difficult for women
Concept: family harmony, common progress

- Description from novelbuddy

This book is fan fiction for the game “The Last of Us” and will include characters from other Apocalypse games. Currently joining: Game version of The Walking Dead, Metro Exodus.

“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.

“What the fuck? What is going on? Have I completely lost it?”

As I stare panicky at the dot unable to decide what to do, the white dot disappears and a line of text appears in its place.

[Installing files. 1% done…]

As I watch the text in shock, the percentage gradually increases. […2%...3%...4%...]

I move to the living room in a zombie-like manner, too shocked to think clearly and lie down on the couch.

“Something is wrong with me; I think I finally lost my sanity…”

[…12%...13%...14%...]

Unable to affect the situation in the least, I stare dejectedly at the percentage increase, while my mind starts exploring the possible explanations. In the end, as the percentage hits 90%, I narrow it down to three possibilities.

The first possibility is that I am in fact still unconscious and this is all a product of my mind. I pinch myself and whimper at the pain, as in my nervousness I used almost all my strength.

Nope, the first is out.

The second possibility is that I have completely lost my mind and am suffering from delusions. Hmm, I cannot exclude this, but while possible, I don’t think that this is it. The only thing out of the ordinary is that fucking line of text.

The third possibility …

[Installation successful!]

The text disappears and a new message appears in my eyes…

The third possibility … is that I gained a system. I read the message with my mouth agape at the implications.

[Welcome user, to the Perverted Daddy System!]

Fuck…