MTL - Black Iron’s Glory - Chapter 188 Punishment

A single question has been on every fighter’s mind since the dawn of the world—which weapon is the mightiest?

The answer to that question came in an unexpected form.

Martial Online—a game that was going to revolutionize the world and its future generations was created. It was said to be so realistic that it was near impossible to tell the difference between it and reality.

Jesse Kraham, a youth from Nocklund, had been suffering from an incurable disease since he was a child. Because of the disease, he couldn't live a normal life, and he'd been living a lonely life.

However, the universe was on his side, and he received one stroke of luck that changed the course of his life and the world entirely.

……………………………………………………………

Dear readers! Without any ads, maybe you will prefer .

I originally thought this was a world like an ordinary urban novel…Drawing comics by myself, traveling is pretty good.
But tell me, what happened to this magician called “Emiya Kiritsugu” who jumped on my face?
Who changed the settings?
Currently involved in the content of “F/Z”, “F/SN”, “Fantasy Carnival”, “The Emiya’s Meal”, “The Holy Grail of the Imperial Capital”, “FLA”, “Elmello II Event Book”, “FGO”, “FE”, etc.
Others related to “JOJO’s Bizarre Adventure”, “Rebellious Lelouch”, “Persona 5”, “Attack on Giant”, “Death”
“FGO”, “FE Series”, “FA”, “FSF”, “Cangyin”, “Magical Girl Illya” will be involved next…

- Description from novelbuddy

Every ending births a beginning…But humanity’s beginning has reached its end.The heavens burn. The seas boil. Angels descend, and demons rise — the world itself becomes a battlefield for YMIR’S HOLY WAR, the final prophecy that will erase mankind from existence.In the ruins stands AIDEN — not a chosen one, not a savior, just a man who refuses to kneel.When fate itself offers him one miracle — a single wish strong enough to rewrite destiny — he makes the only choice left to a dying world.But miracles have a price.And the gods never lose.Hunted by Heaven, pursued by Hell, Aiden walks a path no mortal was meant to tread — toward the heart of creation, where even time must bow.This is not a story of salvation.It’s a story of rebellion — against prophecy, against gods, against the cruel loop of life and death itself.The apocalypse isn’t coming.It already began the day Aiden made his wish.

“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.