MTL - God Of Slaughter - Chapter 1511 Natural space barrier

The strong are lonesome. Overcoming the loneliness pushes you to stand invincible at the top.

Pro-disciple of the Shaolin Temple on earth, Huang Xiaolong was reborn into a Martial Spirit world, carrying Hua Xia’s secret knowledge, the Body Metamorphose Scripture. In a Martial Spirit world, only those with Martial Spirit are able to train in battle qi and become a warrior. Huang Xiaolong born with a heaven-defying rare Martial Spirit was mistakenly taken for common variant Martial Spirit during the awakening ceremony conducted by the tribe and thus sidelined. However, Huang Xiaolong with his common “variant” Martial Spirit again, and again displayed unnatural talent, defeating geniuses, shocking the clan and the entire Martial Spirit World

Suddenly Trending, Dominating Tiktok!The Princess of the Great Qi Dynasty is reborn as a third-rate modern small-time celebrity, going from being hated by the whole internet to being chased by everyone.Everyone loves the Princess!Gu Nanyan was the Princess of the Great Qi Dynasty, holding the imperial jade seal and commanding the vast empire.After reincarnating, she unexpectedly became the abandoned wife of a wealthy family, a third-rate small-time celebrity hated by the entire internet.Her husband doesn't love her, her mother-in-law loathes her, her sister-in-law causes trouble, and netizens viciously insult her...Gu Nanyan's beautiful brow furrows as her aura becomes imposing: “How could this be? You are all my subjects, yet you dare to bully the Princess!”Gu Nanyan had replaced her sister in marrying into the wealthy family, and everyone expected her to be a laughingstock.But the result was:The CEO doted on Gu Nanyan;The mother-in-law cooked nutritious meals for Gu Nanyan;The sister-in-law followed Gu Nanyan around, full of admiration;Her love rivals showered Gu Nanyan with gifts;...Even the netizens who used to hate Gu Nanyan now kneel before her, calling out: “Long live the Princess!” The CEO is so troubled, why does everyone love his wife?OnGoingThe Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and DaughterCompletedReplacing Sister to Marry into a Wealthy FamilyOnGoingAfter Reincarnating into Ancient Times, She Bound a Express Delivery SystemCompletedThis Girl Wins Three Hundred Million Dollars

“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.

I’ve become the time-stop breeding uncle from an erot*c game.But the situation is completely f*cked up, so I saved the world first.Before I knew it, people around me were praising me as a hero.…..I don’t give a f*ck about being a hero, I just want to retire. f*ck.