Overlord: Welcome the Birth of the King - Chapter 77: Divergent Techniques, Magic Accumulation, and Understanding Magic Acquisition

Love watched helplessly as her husband Sima Chao married the princess to fulfill his ambition, and she couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

Sima Chao hugged her into his arms and coaxed softly: “Afu, you are the only one in my heart. If you can stay in the country, I will definitely set you right.”

Love believed him because she was obsessed with him.

It wasn’t until Sima Chao was worried about his princess wife who was about to enter the house that he killed her flesh and blood with his own hands. Only then did Love realize how much sincerity a person who was cruel to his own children could have towards her.

It’s just that he is lying and she is obsessed with it.

Love finally saw clearly the person next to her. She was completely heartbroken and died in despair the day before Sima Chao married the princess in glory.

Starting over, Love decided not to make the same mistakes again, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the whole house was filled with joy, and she actually returned to her wedding night with Sima Chao.

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Sima Chao, a great hero of a generation, fought against the princes and unified the world, which was his lifelong ambition. For this reason, he did not hesitate to let down his beloved.

He thought: If she could live in the world, he would give her the highest status in the world, and it would not be too late to slowly repay the deep love he owed her.

As everyone knows, if you miss it, it will be difficult to get it back. When he turned back to her, she had already turned away.

He won the world and had everything, but he only lost her.

When Sima Chao saw her smiling broadly at the man beside her, he finally became anxious, his eyes turned red, and he regretted it.

Overhead, imitating the Wei and Jin Dynasties

Chasing Wife Article; Double C, 1V1

- Description from novelbuddy

One morning, after being bound to the system, MC started his routine of always being captured/ attacked by the ML.

It doesn’t matter if he transmigrated into the ML’s little brother (TN: Here I think brother disciple) or master or opponent, but in the end he is still forcibly taken by the ML.

After transmigrating to many worlds:

MC: Come out system!!! The heck?! Why do these MLs not love their female goddesses, but insist on doing it with me! Aaaaahh!!!

System: …. __(:3」∠)_ Don’t ask me, I also don’t know.

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.

“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.