MTL - Feminist God - Chapter 118 pull it down

[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.

“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.

WARNING some chapters may trigger the reader.Emelia Beaumont first princess of the Redodel Empire and known as the Empire's flower. But soon her name was tarnished as the Empire fell onto the hands of the Vivian Empire. The two empires have been fighting for six years however victory reigned on the Vivan Empire, giving them access and power against the Redodel Empire.“I am not someone who would be a use to you,” The platinum blonde girl coldly said to the black-haired guy who didn't seem to be fizzled by her words. Instead, it pinned his interest in her.“Are you sure? Because sooner or later you'll fall in love with me,” The black-haired man answered with a sarcastic smile.“Fall in love? My frozen heart won't melt for you,” She sneered as the two guards that pushed her down to the floor forced her to lower her head.“Then let's play a game, shall we? If you lose you are mine.”Emelia laughed pathetically then answered, “No matter what challenge you bring to me I will overcome it.”The black-haired man is named, Elliot Lucius Renaud. The current and youngest emperor of the Vivan Empire. Who fell in love with the princess of the Redodel Empire.The platinum blonde girl is named, Emelia Louis Beaumont the princess of the fallen empire. Who eventually fell in love with the Vivan Empire's emperor, Elliot.Is it fate or coincidence that brought them together?========================================Cover Art commissioned from: @laylee_hiuJoin my server: https://discord.gg/SSvspaDbB2NOTE:EDITING WILL COME ONCE THE BOOK IS COMPLETEDNO STEALING OF THE ART. IT BELONGS TO ME

High schooler Shinozaki Yuuta was just your average Japanese teen: addicted to absurdly overpowered mobile games, dodging homework, and secretly hiding a stash of very questionable dating sims. But one fateful afternoon, while grinding an infinite-wave mage survival game and crossing the street at the same time (bad combo), Yuuta meets his doom via Tokyo’s most notorious killer: Truck-kun.Next thing he knows, he’s been reincarnated... as a frog.Not just any frog—a pathetic, squishy, level-one mage frog, plopped into a terrifying world swarming with endless monsters. But the rules of the game he was playing are applyed: each time he levels up, he gets to choose one out of three magic spells, and if he picks the same spell eight times... it evolves into something absurdly, comically overpowered.After dying once, Yuuta respawns in a mysterious black space where coins droped by the killed monsters becomes a currency, where he can buy powerful frog evolutions and ancient magical artifacts. Driven by pure confidence of his ability to respawn and a desire to avoid ever dying again, Yuuta goes on a rampage, fighting monsters like a maniac until he becomes an unstoppable, world-ending, spell-flinging frog king.Bored out of his mind centuries later, he receives a strange message:> A summoner is calling. Will you accept?Curious—and desperate for entertainment—he says yes.Now summoned into a world of beast tamers and summoners, Yuuta finds himself contracted to a weak bullied boy who dreams of revenge to those who bullied him and build a harem. But Yuuta, robbed of his humanity (and a certain important organ), has no intention of helping his summoner chase girls or vengeance. What follows is a chaotic, comedy-packed adventure full of misunderstandings, magical mayhem, and the slow, reluctant bond between a horny thirsty frog (who wants to turn back into a human) and a revenge- harem obsessed kid.Magic. Monsters. Madness. Waifus. And one very pissed-off frog for not having his manhood.