Necromancer: Kingdom Building with My Legion of Undead Knights - Chapter 27: Leaving the High Ground

Makoto Kenji, an overworked underpaid loser, was suddenly transported to another world along with a few of his co-workers.arriving in the new world. they were brought to save the world from the onslaught of the demon king.but while assessing their prowess, they realized that Kenji was an animal tamer, one lesser than a beast tsmer and could only tame dogs and cats and occasionally a few birds.eventually, Kenji was kicked out, though, he was kicked out with a lot of gold on him, so he could easily get by.Eventually once more, Kenji was able to create a life for himself with his regular cooking skills which were like greatness in this world.for the regular dish of rice and curry was powerful enough to make the people of this world increase their rank levels. ( Under classes, there are ranks, and under ranks, there are six levels)But even with the fame and money he gad acquired, Kenji eventually got bored and decided to become an adventurer!but on his first quest, something happened to him. something that would change his entire life and the faith of this world.

Transmigrating to the Cultivation World, Chu Ning, who was born with mediocre talent as a mortal, could only start as the most laborious and exhausting Servant Disciple.When Cultivating the most basic Nine Tigers Body Refining Art, he unexpectedly refreshed the talent [Yin Wood Spirit Body]:1. Greatly increases the cultivation speed of Wood Attribute Cultivation Technique and Spells;2. The cultivated Wood Attribute Cultivation Technique can shield from prying, freely revealing the strength of Magical Power.Seeing this talent, Chu Ning decisively chose to become a Servant Disciple cultivating Spirit Plants, preparing to develop steadily and survive until immortality.However, he discovered that his talent was still refreshing.

“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.

In the ancient times when gods and demons ruled the world, countless legacies were left behind.Young Qin Chen acquired the Supreme Devouring Scripture, which allowed him to consume the heritages of gods and demons, comprehend thousands of magical laws, and become a supreme sovereign.The day when my Devouring God clan returns, will be the day that these myriad worlds tremble!