MTL - The Leisurely Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-law - Chapter 101 childish talk

In 2120, the level of human science and technology has once again reached a new level.

The birth of a new race, the virtual metaverse world that can make consciousness immortal, the freezing technology that can use time to fight against terminal illness, and the brand-new capital arena… Dazzlingly appeared before the eyes of the natives of the earth.

How can humans and AI coexist? Which one is more dignified, life by idling or natural death?

Confusion, confrontation, venting, and shouting seem to have become the norm… On Zhang Yunxi’s eighteenth birthday, his whole family was killed by a nanny. He came to a place called Qingshan Theological Seminary full of doubts.

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The Hero of Light that saves the world.The Demon King that plunges the world of darkness.Which one will you be?“I'm both and the Great Sage, the Barbarian King, and everyone else while I'm at it!”

Luciel strived to survive in a world that was suddenly plunged into chaos by monsters. Unfortunately, the base he was staying at didn’t survive the monster tide. So, after surviving in such a world for 7 years, he died.Luciel thought he had died, but when he opened his eyes, he was met with peaceful modern scenery.After looking around, Luciel laughed with joy and said, “Ha ha ha. I can finally enjoy such peaceful scenery again! No more eating expired food! No more sleeping in the open space! And there is no need to fight daily! To whomever brought me here, thank you very much. I will enjoy this life to the fullest!”He also woke up in the body of a male model who had just signed to be the contract lover of their boss.“Hmm, $5 million and a house in the capital as a separation fee, and $100,000 as an allowance every month. The boss also has a handsome face. Ok, no problem!”Luciel did enjoy his peaceful life for a few weeks, but afterwards he found out that the world he was in was the apocalyptic novel he read in his past life.He didn’t want to live in the same way as his past life, so knowing that he was the lover of the protagonist who died in the first chapter because he ran away, he decided to stay and rely on the protagonist.Luciel just wanted to rely on the protagonist to have a better life in the upcoming zombie apocalypse. However, he was forced to deal with the people flocking around to rely on the protagonist, and he was even forced to fight again just to save him.“Hey! I just want to rely on you! Why do I need to deal with a lot of things?”“It’s not my fault that some things happened.”“What did you say?”“Don’t stare at me with such a cold look. Don’t worry; you can continue to relax and just rely on me. You don’t need to care about anything else, as long as you care about me!”“Huh? Are you still dreaming?”

“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.