MTL - Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here - Chapter 143 Governor and the Queen Mother 6

When college student Heather returns to her childhood sanctuary—her aunt's house—she never expects to find herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. Tasked with caring for her aunt's newborn, she's transported back to the summers of her youth, where laughter and secrets filled the halls. But what she didn't anticipate was the rekindling of an old flame: her childhood best friend, now a renowned singer.As Heather and her childhood confidant navigate the complexities of adulthood, their undeniable chemistry simmers beneath the surface. Yet, fate has other plans. A new suitor captures Heather's heart, leading her into a relationship that feels right but lacks the spark of true connection.When circumstances tear Heather and her childhood friend apart, misunderstandings and heartache follow. Years pass, and destiny reunites them at a wedding. But the joy of reunion turns to shock when Rhys discovers Heather harbors a secret: amnesia has stolen her memories, replacing them with a life he never imagined. Engaged to another, with children of her own, Heather seems lost to him forever.As they confront the painful truths of their past and the bittersweet reality of their present, Heather and Rhys must decide if love can transcend the boundaries of time, memory, and circumstance. Will they reclaim what was lost, or will they be forever bound by the threads of fate?

[1v1 Shuangjie, hypnotism, koi, group pet]

Gu Yang, who had just inherited hundreds of millions of fortune, passed through the book, and became a fake daughter in the book who occupied the magpie’s nest and ended up miserable.

At the beginning, he framed the real daughter-in-law and forced the villain to be a blood bank. The decent villain offended all over again.

In order to get to the end, Gu Yang resolutely draws boundaries with the top members of the Gu family, apologizes to the heroine, replenishes blood for the villain, and lives on his own without risking death.

However–

Gu’s father and mother: “No matter what, Yangyang is the daughter of my Gu family! Gu’s group also has Yangyang’s share!”

Younger brother Gu Pei: “I only have one older sister, Gu Yang! Sis, I’ll give you everything from the Gu family!”

The hostess Gu Jin: “What is the Gu family? If you want ten Gu families, my sister can get them for you.”

The villain Feng Jue: “My blood, my people, and everything about me are yours.”

…………

The Jincheng wealthy family said in private, “The Gu family is all stupid, and the fake daughter is still a treasure.”

Until one day, the Gu family became the richest man in Jincheng and the leader in the industry.

Everyone is sour.

Hearing that Gu Yang hangs out with mental illness all day long, netizens ridiculed: “Is this also a mental illness?”

Big names from all walks of life stood up one after another: “I am her patient.”

Huaguo Psychiatric Association and Psychological Association: “That is our president.”

The whole network exploded.

…

Gu Yang felt that the little blood bank was good-looking and pitiful, she should treat him better and compensate him more.

Until one day, little pitiful pressed her against the corner: “Did you hypnotize me? My mind is full of you.”

Only later did she know that she was tossing and turning in the world, but he had been waiting for her.

- Description from novelbuddy

In The Kingdom of Elves, the War of Gods 1000 years ago caused the fall of the World Tree. In a world where true gods rule, the fall of the elven civilization came soon after.

A 1000 years has passed, the new World Tree is now reborn.

Eve Euktrahill, the Mother of Nature, the Goddess of Life, the Great Ruler of Elves. Armed with the ability to connect to the Internet on the blue planet, She(祂, a pronoun used for god) now must rely on players from the blue planet to help her goal of reviving the past glory of the elves and the World Tree.

“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.