The Rise Of A Porter - Chapter 418 - Land Of The Immortal One (1)

Song Yi found herself transmigrated into a novel, becoming the female protagonist of an old-school Mary Sue story.Gentle, kind, beautiful, and graceful, she was the unattainable ideal in everyone’s heart. The aloof top student fell from his pedestal for her sake, while the reclusive young man fought against his family for her.All of this sounded quite nice, but there was just one problem – this novel had a bad ending!!!

In the shadow of Silver Peak Mountain, the Winter Moon Festival approaches - a party where wolves find their true mates. For 18-year-old Lily Carter, being an omega means living on the edges of pack life, watching others find love while she expects to be paired with another forgotten omega. All her life, she's watched Luna, the Beta's daughter, receive admiration from everyone - especially from the Alpha's triplet boys who will one day lead the pack.But on the night of Lily's 18th birthday, which falls during the festival, her world shatters when her fated mate mark shows - linking her to one of the three powerful brothers. Now Lily must manage jealousy, dangerous pack politics, and her own insecurities as she tries to discover which brother is truly meant for her. As threats emerge from within and outside the pack, Lily discovers hidden strengths that show she's far more than “just an omega.” With three potential mates - the charming diplomat, the fierce warrior, and the thoughtful scholar - Lily's destiny is far greater than anyone could have dreamed.

Having traversed to the game Beast Taming World, Li Cunxu awakens a nurturing talent, the Fertile Pasture.In reality, Li Cunxu has awakened the unique talent [Gift of the Gods], which can grant his pet beasts unlimited growth.[Water Slime——Holy Water Slime——All Things Slime——Chaos Slime][Curse Crow——Curse Crow——Time Curse Divine Crow][Blood Lotus Carp——Blood Lotus Flame Flood Dragon——Blood Lotus Flame Dragon——Crimson Demon God Dragon]

“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.