The Villain Who Fell In Love - Chapter 114: The Feast II

I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

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Naoki's big brother revealed that he is an infinite regressor. He broke the cycle and came to Earth to guide him to the world where he is destined to rule. He also revealed a prophecy, that Naoki is the destined one.After that, Naoki reincarnated as Aether von Noctvain, heir to one of the Seven Great Families of the Empire.However, as he begins to uncover hidden truths, he discovers that the prophecy was a lie, crafted by Celestial beings who feared his brother's power.Enraged, he vowed to avenge his brother. Even as a mere mortal, he killed a demi-god. As punishment for killing a celestial being, his mana was sealed.Soon after, his own companions betrayed him. The entire world turned against him, branding him a heretic who rebelled against divinity.They even killed his family and his fiancée.Through an ancient relic, Aether is sent back in time. This time, he will make everyone pay, He will strip their skin away with cruelty, fueled by madness.“I swear, I will raise those I cherish to heights no god can reach and drag every traitor screaming into hell,Even if it drives me past the edge of madness.”Let vengeance walk beside insanity.Let sanity shatter.The gods spoke of salvation, but offered only chains. butThey miscalculated one thing:Aether von Noctvain does not beg fate.He is the hand that will make fate bleed.

If mercy and kindness can't save the world, then this time, I choose violence. I was reborn in death, like sin under the blazing sun.——Ethan ColeHuff... What’s going on?There’s a flight attendant with a D-cup sleeping next to me!?Did I really get reborn!?Back to fifteen days before the zombie apocalypse game starts!?[Ding! Congratulations, lucky one! You’ve been granted a one-time chance to be reborn, along with a spatial storage ring!][Ding! Please choose: Join the humans or the zombies?]A cheat ability, and a storage ring!?If I choose to be human, I can stockpile supplies, hang out with different women in a safehouse... Isn’t this the perfect start for a post-apocalyptic hero?“So this time, I choose... zombies!”God: “Idiot!!! If I’d known, I would’ve given this rebirth chance to someone else!”

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.