Supreme Archer: Taking The Game's Weakest Class To The Top - Chapter 259: The International Tournament (19)

Warning!: Blood pumping battles, Gore, dark themes and Comedy that will crack your ribs!~[System Synchronization Complete!]~[Listen up Host!][Step 1: Get princesses][Step 2: Train them to use their abilities][Step 3: Receive 10x returns!]Wise was a regular pawn shop owner, not the extra scammy type, just the regular scammy type.That was until he was suddenly run over by a derailed train…The good news? He was reborn.The catch? He was not the hero, he was not the extra, he was not the knight. No, he was reborn as a legendary Dragon.A big bad Princess kidnapping Dragon.The last of the SkyFire bloodline.Ding![New Mission!][Obtain your very first princess!][Reward: Skill Draconic Breath]Ding![Princess Esme has advanced to level 10!][Host shall receive 10x Experience!]Ding![Princess Lenora has learned a new skill, Wind Surge!][Host shall receive 10x benefits!][New skill, Ancestral Tempest of Ruin]Wise soon discovers that there are secrets shrouded in his Draconic memories, conspiracies best left unsaid and foes too powerful to fathom…But with a smile on his face and an arsenal of OP skills by his side, he will not only prevail, but defy the powers of this new world.Read as Wise raises regular palace princesses to country level threats, all while reaping 10x the benefits!•••Note, this novel contains Intense Battles and an Antihero MC.Additional tags: Action, Comedy, Dark, Gore, Dragons, Princess, Demons and Demon Lords, Elf, Monsters, War, No Yuri, multiple races.There will also be slice of life moments.Consider reading the author’s review if you still haven’t decided to read this novel.

Traveling to the fully virtual game “Stone of Creation”.This is no longer a game, but has become reality.Life is no longer a health bar.Power is no longer Skills.The body is no longer data.Since the game has become a real Otherworld, transform this game Otherworld into an Otherworld game world.Datafication, initiate![Personal Panel][Skills Level][Dungeon Instances]Step by step, create them all!

The pessimistic and negative daughter of a concubine living in the ancient times thought – since life is so difficult, why should one invest serious effort in struggling to live?

The life of an ancient noble woman is often determined and controlled by her family. Moreover, one’s actions often implicate one’s entire family – thus, it is fairly common to see an unexpected calamity result in suffering borne by one’s whole family. Managing to live a good and successful life while retaining one’s dignity is simply too difficult to achieve.

Ah, living in the ancient times is simply too dangerous – we should all just sleep till we die.

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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.