Shocking World War Emperor - Chapter 904: Divine Artifact’s Whereabouts

[Be warned fellow Daoist, you are in an unsafe zone where boneage below the 18, shall not walk on. If your Dao Heart is weak, turn around and leave. ][Not typical villain novel + No pure wish fulfillment + Highly cinematic action. ]***Wang Tianmo gets reincarnated into the body of a trash, simp, beta villain—who would hand over all his resources to the heroine, only for her to choose the chosen son of density and leave him, causing his inner demon to take over.However, the Current Tianmo, now equipped with a mysterious system that has gained ego after READING stories i.e became a profound reader, and multiple blessings, is now on the hunt for protagonists. What's more, he literally has infinite wealth and unlimited resources provided by the system.However, what do you mean by heaven isn't a passive player but an active player?! Heaven actively plays the role of strengthening the protagonist and protects them!?... Damn, plot armor can't be that necessary, can it?!Saving those chosen ones no matter what?! What kind of concept is this?! Just because someone changed their destiny, heaven sent a backup?! Holy shit.**Note: Killing protagonists will be a little hard. Mc is Evil as he will actively hunt all peerless treasure and in the process, he will wipe out clans, families, bloodlines, sects, etc.This isn't outright omnipotent Mc... Mc has a special ability which allows him to steal the abilities of the protagonist after beating them senseless or killing them, so, after a long run, he will have multiple cheats and systems function—100X rebate, Auto-cultivation, world hopping, clan building benefits, family building benefits, etc.It is a strong to very strong realm quickly based on age setting but not the world setting. Don't be disappointed by an early loss, because, how can a new cultivator fight against nascent souls realm cultivators that have lived for 3000 years?..In short, Mc gets all the cheats and systems as you can imagine by beating the protagonists but beating them is hard...This is also a slow-paced novel but I can guarantee profound smut. The majesty of Dual cultivation shall shake the nine heavens and even corrupt the powerful saint, with a mere chant.Here are tags:Eastern ( mostly Asian concept), Xiuxian, Xianxia, Xuanhuan, Slow pace, Dual cultivation, Clan building, sect building, family building, complex family relationship-mc kills his own beother, Smart characters, Manipulative characters, decent female leads, smart female leads, Green-tea female leads, NETORI, smart side characters, Talented MC, multiple cheats, protagonist-hunting, Multiple worlds, magic, cultivation, world traveling, best taming, female lead taming, Cold Mc, Manipulative Mc, Villainious Mc, Evil Mc, No-love at first sight, slow burn feelings, Highly Cultured Dual Cultivation, early pregnancy (I mean why not?).No Yuri, No Netorare.Fully Cultural. Peak. GOATed. Unfiltered.Discord: https://discord.gg/ET9PCUKsUq( Highly uncensored images on discord. )

“Failed writer. Failed hunter. Failed at life.”Aiden Jus had heard it all before. At twenty-eight, he was a walking reminder of what happened when you failed your mana awakening and spent thirteen years chasing a dream that would never come true. No powers. No future. Just a cramped flat in the UK and a lifetime of rejection letters from publishers who never bothered to read past the first page.But the day Aiden decided to give up on writing—the day he was ready to finally accept a soul-crushing desk job at an editing firm—everything changed.*[You have been chosen by Nabu, God of Literacy and Scribes]**[Skill Acquired: Narrative Embodiment (Divine-Rank)]*The ancient Mesopotamian deity offered Aiden something unprecedented: the power to physically enter any story he writes and gain real abilities from the fictional worlds he creates.*[You have mastered Celestial Blade Art - Skill permanently acquired]**[You have learned Tier-9 Spell: Void Severance - Spell permanently acquired]*Every sword technique mastered, every spell learned, every power gained inside his stories becomes permanently his in the real world. But so does every death trap, overpowered villain, and narrative cruelty he carelessly wrote in moments of frustration.Suddenly, Aiden isn't just a failed writer anymore. While other awakened humans rely on mana cores and dungeon raids, Aiden's strength comes from the worlds born from his imagination—a power that operates outside the traditional hunter system entirely.As rival gods compete for powerful human contractors and ancient ruins promise unimaginable treasures, Aiden must survive the deadly fictional universes he created while building his reputation in a society that once dismissed him as worthless.**From the typewriter to the battlefield, Aiden Jus will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword—as long as you're willing to live through every word you write.**

Shiao Yi is an 18 years old boy from a war-torn future, he is badly injured while escaping his enemies and wakes up in a strange, old-fashioned world with no technology—only magic, swords, and monsters.He’s saved by a kind but mysterious knight named Dominic and taken to a stone fortress where people think he’s just a lost child.As he heals and tries to hide who he really is, Shiao Yi slowly realizes he may have ended up in another world.With no idea how he got there or if he can ever return, he must learn to survive, understand magic, and figure out if this strange new place could be his chance to live a real life—for the first time ever.

“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.