MTL - I’ve Led the Villain Astray, How Do I Fix It? - Chapter 390

I used a cheat to devise a character in a game. Upon regaining consciousness after pressing the play button, I discovered myself embodying the character I had crafted, the ‘Priest of Corruption.’ This character was intentionally created with unfavourable statistics and is widely detested! The sole item in my inventory was the withered hand of a woman, yet could it possibly be the hand of a goddess?

Shen Chen starts living a life of unrestrained indulgence since marrying Shi Yu. The most beautiful lovers’ prattle she has ever heard is “I will punish those whom you have offended.”Skit:“A handsome man delivered a parcel to your wife just now, Sir.”The young master acknowledged with a lazy “Mhm.”Half an hour later, all courier companies in the city go belly up.“Your wife has offended someone, Sir.”“Mhm.”Ten minutes later, that person is left to die in a desolate mountain.

Ai Xiao has three identities.
First, Jinjiang Lily Channel is very cold and aggressive;
The second is the brain-disabled fan girl of the ancient goddess Yan Tang;
The third is the S university bully, who is 1.5 meters tall and looks cute wherever he goes.
Later, the goddess Yan added another identity to her.
——Fourth, it is Yan Tang’s cute little girlfriend.
Ai Xiao: You, you let me go!
Goddess Yan lifted her up and kissed: No.

Consume this manual:
1. The author, Jun Mengmeng, can use the collection and comment package/raise (///▽///) to refuse to pick up the list.
2. This article is silly and sweet. Apart from sweetness, it is a pet. It is necessary to adjust the mood. The effect is better when eaten with cookies.
3. There will be guest appearances by Wen Xiaobaihua and his wife next door, but it will not affect the viewing of new readers. (For details, please refer to “[Rebirth] The same table is simply shameless”)

Content tags: A soft spot for sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ai Xiao, Yan Tang ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: Campus, Tianwen

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Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.