The Conquerors Path - Chapter 769 - 767-The Story Of A Normal Child(3).

Born crippled with a rare disease, abandoned by his indifferent father, and hated to the core by his half-siblings, Xylen’s life was nothing but a tragedy.His mother died searching for a cure, and the only person who ever cared for him was cruelly taken away.Betrayed. Schemed against. Left with no way out.Lured into playing Fallen Realm Online with the promise of earning money for treatment, he fought desperately, doing nothing but living in the game and failing over and over again—only to be killed by his half-siblings right before completing a crucial quest. His reward stolen. His last hope shattered.With nothing left to lose, he ended his own life in the real world… only to wake up on the day the game was released.Armed with future knowledge, Xylen vows to seize this second chance. He will become stronger. He will protect the only person who ever mattered. And he will make those who wronged him pay.But fate had other plans.Instead of a normal start, he is forced into a demon fief as a baron—with an uncle who wants him dead. If he fails to kill his uncle and defend his land, his character will die, and he will be permanently banned. Worse, he is given a race despised by both NPCs and players—and given a class that should not exist.A mystery, fearsome, and despised character to the world. Feared by gods and demons alike. A walking catastrophe in the making.Yet, the more he learns about his new power, the more he realizes…This is no curse. This is his greatest weapon.And when the world finally learns the truth about Fallen Realm Online?Xylenia will be the name that shakes reality itself.

[Decisive killing! Invincible! No Madonna plot! 】

When a thunderbolt tore through the night and a blood moon descended, the world changed from then on, all beasts evolved, vegetation grew wildly, and wisdom was opened.

In just one night, the whole world fell into bloody chaos. The powerless human beings couldn’t stop the mutated beasts and the plants that started the evolution of Ganoderma lucidum, and countless human beings became their meals.

However, the people with the tattoos were horrified to find that the tattoos on their body surface also revived, giving them incomparably powerful power.

Gu Changqing travels back to the eve of the world’s mutation three years after the world’s mutation.

In his previous life, he was reduced to a low-level laborer because he had no tattoos on his body. Now he has traveled back and survived the troubled times. The first thing he did was to invite the world’s top tattoo masters to engrave the world’s top ten demon tattoos: Rahu, Qilin, White Tiger, Black Dragon, Death, Shura, God, Skeleton, Great Sage, Nezha!

Because he knew that engraving tattoos after the changes in the world would not awaken them and become powerful combat forces.

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“Don’t go near Kassel Academy, you will become unfortunate.” Luo Yin, a legendary C-level student of Kassel Academy, a particularly reliable alchemist, a humanoid Doraemon, and the only normal person in the equipment department, said.

This is the story of a mixed-race with a sloppy bloodline who accidentally acquired the Dragon language analysis system, relied on alchemy and burst livers to survive in the Monster Academy, and was forced to embark on the great cause of dragon slaying.

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The story begins more than a year before Concubine Ming’s admission, and the main characters are Chu Bapo, Ye Sheng, Xia Mi, the vice-principal, the principal, Fingal and so on.

Comedy direction, not abusive, not tragic.

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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.