The Rising Phoenix - Chapter 127: There Is An Array Here

Thrown back into the fragile body of her 15 year old self after a near death experience, Nnenna wakes up in a cold and loveless household, an adopted child meant only to keep the true child company.Rejected, ignored, and treated like a shadow, she had once quietly accepted her fate. But this time, things are different.Armed with a mysterious Love System, Nnenna gains the power to turn hate into love, one mission at a time all over the world.From mending broken friendships to healing hearts torn by betrayal, she earns “Good Points” that slowly transform the world around her.Yet, as her actions ripple outward, so do the echoes of her past life. Forgotten secrets resurface, her true origins, her parents' fates, and the shocking truth about those she left behind.Along her journey, two figures emerge from the haze of her past and present, a soul she thought she had lost forever and another who had been by her side all along.Both bring the promise of love, but will either of them earn her heart when she finally learns to love herself?With every mission, Nnenna discovers that love is a powerful force, not just for others but for the girl she’s becoming. But what happens when the cost of love threatens the second chance she’s fought so hard to build?

After being reborn, Xia You accompanies a god-like cheater and a chip space, accidentally stepping into the 'Infinite Military Road'.On the peak journey, she realizes that the nightmare of the apocalypse has already arrived.Everything begins anew, and former comrades in arms return.The military road is infinite, the glory is infinite, I am the queen of the military road!**The half-new work 'Rebirth Space Farming' is being updated twice steadily, welcome to watch**

Just before being summoned to another world, the protagonist’s summoning medium was secretly swapped by someone. As a result, he was not summoned as the “Holy King” but instead as the “Sex King.”The magic he can use includes water magic in the form of lotion, fire magic as candle wax, and his summoned beasts include a wooden horse used for punishment…Branded as “vulgar,” “useless,” and “filthy,” he is rejected, has his engagement annulled, and is ultimately exiled. However, the one who picks him up is a princess from a nation where the sex industry is legal.Using his modern knowledge, the protagonist begins rebuilding the nearly bankrupt sex kingdom. He introduces new fashion trends unknown to this medieval world and uses his authority as the Sex King to subjugate the girls. He then establishes modern sex service techniques.The protagonist's method of leveling up is through intimacy with his heroines (his concubine maids). The more intimate he gets, the stronger he becomes, and the wealthier the kingdom grows.However, the surrounding great powers will not stand idly by and allow a flourishing nation full of women. Thus, the flames of war are ignited.Utilizing his creativity, adaptability, and cunning, the protagonist repurposes his sex-related magic for military applications and overwhelms his enemies.As he gradually awakens to the path of conquest, he begins walking the road of a ruthless emperor. However, by his side is always a heroine, a celestial beauty who keeps his heart from straying too far…

“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.