Simulation Towards Immortality In A Group Chat - Chapter 1241 - 314: Epic Battle with the Semi-Demon Emperor! The Third Four-Digit Talent!_4

Waking up with a hangover, Zhang Tuohai found he had entered a game called Road Survival.

One person, one car, searching for supplies on the road with no end in sight, struggling to survive.

In this game, crises were aplenty and many people had perished because of the search for supplies.

Zhang Tuohai found that he had bound to the hint system.

Stop! There is a level 4 material box hanging from the treetops on the side of the road with an RV upgrade blueprint inside.]

While everyone was still careful and had difficulty surviving, Zhang Tuohai could already drive his RV and eat hot pot.

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Reincarnated into a Dating-Sim sounds fun? But what if you have never heard about that “World of Myst” game? And that is exactly what happened to Sam Roland. Poor Sam with only basic-dating experience, had no idea he was supposed to “capture” the women he is hiding from.

[Ding!] [The Milf Hunting System is online] [Seducing and conquering older women would be made possible with this system] [Isn’t that exciting host?] This was the notification Jay received after dying and transmigrating into the body of a 17-year-old boy named Ryan. He considered life to be meaningless and boring while he was still on earth. Then he died in an unexpected way after getting hit by a truck. Thinking that was his end, he was completely wrong. After meeting with a certain god, he got transmigrated into a world where powers, magical beasts, and so on exist. But things would be different in this world, life wouldn’t be that boring anymore because he has a task now...seducing and conquering milfs. Armed with the milf hunting system, he’d be able to conquer a lot of milfs, benefit from conquering them, and become stronger in the process. Follow him through his journey...

“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.