Wasteland Development Diary - Chapter 82 - 83 Time to Burst Gold Coins!

Alex was an ordinary person with the dream of one day being transmigrated to a magical world.

But what he didn't expect is that he would be transmigrated to a world much more than that, a world he knew very well, but instead of being given a system that would empower him, he was given a system that allowed him to make games, and the more people played, the more powers he would get.

Tony Stark: I hate this! I can do in real life everything this Watch Dogs guy does, but why can't I stop playing?

Hulk: HULK HATES DARK SOULS!!! HULK SMASH DARK SOUS ARRRHHHHGGG!!!

Nick Fury: If any agent can't complete the Hitman game by next week, that agent will be fired from the Shield!

A world of superheroes, but who controls everything is "only" a game developer.

“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.

Ma Ran has a special ability [Roleplay]. He could create a persona and once there are enough people believing it, he could obtain the role's ability.A while ago, he convinced a large part of humans that he can restart the timeline at the moment Earth was destroyed.

“You're meant to be the fated mate of the Alpha Triplets.”NO WAY.She’s just a human. Weak. Unwanted.Humans don’t have mates, right? And they definitely don’t get picked by the Moon Goddess.Or so she thought.Hazel’s been treated like dirt her whole life—stuck as a human in a powerful wolf family, looked down on by her pack, hated by her own blood, and pushed around by those who were supposed to have her back. She’s the pack’s dirty little secret.But then, something crazy happens.She gets named the Moon Chosen—the sacred mate of not one, but three Alpha brothers: the fierce triplets destined to lead.And that’s just the start of Hazel’s wild ride because she wasn’t meant to be weak. She was born to take charge and Rule...Get ready to see her journey unfold!