Ryn of Avonside - 113: Equalizer

Sabrina Jewel found out she was pregnant after so many pregnancy tests. The same day, her husband, the powerful President of Jewels Group of Companies in NY city, Robin Jewel, brought another woman home after Sabrina had endured his escapades with ceaseless women and tried to be a good wife.“What? After all the sperm, you could not for once be pregnant. Not even a miscarriage. She did your job for you,” Robin pinned the blame on Sabrina.Sabrina’s world crumbled right before her eyes. She left her family for this idiot but not anymore. His father knew who she was but Robin never took the pain to even research about her throughout their three years of marriage. Since he got another woman pregnant, she was done for good.“I have had enough, Robin. It’s either she leaves or I leave….”

Ji Han, who was worried about his sister’s medical expenses, accidentally bound a money-making game.

The monsters in the other world, the puzzles in the film and television world, and the forbidden tombs in the legendary world.

Your game is too scary (love)!

What? 50,000 for completing the task? Kill a monster and give 30,000?

As an ordinary person, Ji Han shivered in the game, doing his best to complete the task to grab the head and get the much-needed monetary reward.

But in the eyes of others, he is the strongest alien warrior.

“Captain, the 10th team is really empty, they actually found a cowardly ordinary person.”

“Fart! All the monsters in the other world were killed by him alone. You fucking call this a cowardly ordinary person?”

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Seventeen years ago, the Su family held the wrong child!

The fake daughter-in-law occupies the magpie’s nest and robs the loved ones and fiancé that should belong to the real daughter.

The real daughter has left her hometown, the phoenix that has landed is not as good as a chicken, and she is so poor that she does not have a mobile phone.

As soon as this gossip came out, everyone in City B was waiting for the real palace fight drama.

Surprisingly, the true and false daughters who were supposed to fight to the death actually joined forces!

It’s so outrageous!
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The real daughter, Su Yunshao, is a celestial master. He plays cats and dogs in the countryside, casts out ghosts and farms. Don’t be too hilarious.
On that day, the biological parents and King Yama came to the door.
Dad Su: “You have suffered.”
Su Ma: “Go home with your parents!”
Hades: “This king has finally found you! It’s a ghost!”
Su Yunshao: ? ? ?
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The fake daughter Su Yiyi has a school system, study hard, and have everything.
She wants to buy whitening pills for her mother, hair growth cream for her father, and repair liquid for her brother.
However, in the system’s daily grand platform, the points for reading books, doing questions, and writing papers are pitifully small, but the good things in the mall are expensive.
On that day, the real daughter came back, and the system burst into the trenches.
Su Yunshao entered the experimental class, points +300
Top ten in Su Yunshao’s class, points +800
Su Yunshao’s top ten grades, points +2000
The fake daughter looked at the real daughter with eyes like the savior: “Sister, let’s take the Qingbei exam together! Do you like the Department of Physics or the Department of Chemistry?”
Su Yunshao: “…” The ghost’s hand trembled slightly.

1. The main family and career.
2. True and false daughters join forces, not infighting.

Content tags: Rebirth of a wealthy family Strong women
Search keywords: Protagonist: Su Yunshao ┃ Supporting role: “My Escape Live Streaming Craving All Stars” to learn ┃ Others: “Danxiu Returns to Modernity [Food]” to learn
One sentence introduction: Why do women make it difficult for women
Concept: family harmony, common progress

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“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.