The Gate Of Good Fortune - Chapter 0185 – Tenaciously staking it all

Tao Ti was the daughter of Taotie and the mount of War God, who bravely sacrificed herself to save War God. War God collected her soul fragments and sent them into reincarnation.Taotie, a Fierce Beast, feeds on Evil Spirit, resentment, and misfortune.The reincarnated little Tao Ti was switched by a maid and sold to the mountains, where she faced daily struggles of hunger and inadequate clothing.Fortunately, a variety show entered the village and filmed little Tao Ti, causing a sensation in the comments section~【Such a cute human cub, don't block her from the camera, I want to watch!】【The show crew should give her more screen time, poor little thing!】【Isn't she much more beautiful than a female star?】A talent agency quickly came to sign her, but her real elder brother, a big shot, rushed over to take her home!She not only exploded in popularity in the entertainment industry but also became the beloved darling of a wealthy family!

I found myself inside the bleak BL novel Silence, where both the protagonist and the antagonist perish. And I became the oppressed omega, Seo Heemin, who tries to escape, ends up breaking his ankle, and even suffers a miscarriage. As expected, as soon as I come to my senses, I am sold to Cha Yiheon, who harbors a deep grudge against the original protagonist. “Why don’t you hit me?” “…Do you want to be hit?” Fortunately, he is a revenge-driven character who loves Seo Heemin dearly. To return to reality, I have to gently seduce him and achieve a happy ending. *** “Hyung, it’s Heemin.” —…Where are you now? Are you crazy enough to want to die? The raw emotion of his anger was palpable. His rage was at its peak, more intense than ever. But, as I had expected this reaction, I calmly responded to him. “I’ll be done with my appointment in an hour, so come pick me up. Let’s go on a date at our lake park.”

“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.

[Nakseong High School, the heads of 300 people exploded!] Lee Joon, an ordinary high school student.During the entrance ceremony, he was caught up in a strange phenomenon and died.[You have died.] [Restarting from checkpoint.] [Loading…] And then a message appeared before his eyes.『Welcome to Nakseong High School that is full of mysteries and secrets.Uncover the dark secrets hidden around the school, or fight against urban legends and myths to earn points and unlock special abilities.Then, gather companions and stop the resurrection of the demon king before you graduate.The world is in your hands.』