My Atypical Wolf (BL) - Chapter 258

In a world ravaged by ruin, where the land is lifeless, skies are smothered by dust, and sunlight no longer graces the earth, survival is a battle against insurmountable odds. Water is tainted, food is scarce, and mutated creatures lurk at every turn. The remaining humans are caught in the grip of a merciless, dying world.Amidst this desolation, Mu Liang awakens a unique and extraordinary gift: the power to absorb energy and evolve. This ability allows him to transcend the limits of nature, unlocking endless possibilities for the world around him to evolve.A humble sapling, infused with the power of evolution, grows into a towering World Tree that blots out the sky. A small land turtle undergoes an unimaginable transformation, evolving into a mighty, world-bearing creature. A tiny spider? It evolves into a malevolent being, capable of manipulating the threads of fate.With the immense strength of a continent-sized tortoise and the power to command the weather through the World Tree, Mu Liang stands poised to create his own kingdom—a world of limitless evolution, where nothing is beyond his reach.This is the story of a man who, in a shattered world, harnesses the power to rewrite fate itself.

“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.

(This is not a game-related text; please do not criticize if it's not to your liking.)An accident had made Zhou Yuan the only player in the real world.Transcendent, evolution, anomalies, deities, Control Bureau... A whole new world unveiled itself before his eyes.......【——The basic elements that make up our bodies were once evolved in the most dazzling stars in the universe.The iron in our red blood cells comes from the brilliant explosions of supernovae.The zinc in our blood is from the dust ejected by two colliding neutron stars into the cosmos.That trace of copper has even witnessed the death of a white dwarf star.Even the most insignificant cobalt has its origins in nebulae billions of light-years away.We are children of stardust, miracles in the grand universe.】【“Child of Stardust” Player System installation complete, we wish you a pleasant game experience.】

Things were going great for the demon Bael-Sharoth until a little girl summoned him to open a jar of tomato sauce. Now he's trapped in the human world along with his arch nemesis the beautiful and capable Maharet Flameheart. Life isn't easy for a demon in a small town. But at least the parks are hellhound friendly and the werewolf at the local bookshop seems nice enough. Bael and Maharet must find a loving human family to take in this powerful young witch before time runs out or risk being stuck on earth forever.What to expect: A cozy found family romantic comedy in the style of Good Omens and On a Pale Horse.Gruesomely Wholesome. Enemies to Lovers. Strong Male and Female Characters. Loyal Hellhounds. Sassy Hellcats. A happy ending.