MTL - I Became the Cannon Fodder In the Novels of Female Cultivators - Chapter 274 This is really a big "opportunity"! so send you

(A world is 40~50 chapters long, wear slowly)
An Yinong died young, and a system came to him: Our goal is to torture the mind and body, and make the scumbag crematorium!
An Yinong: Rejected.
The first world: the modern entertainment circle (overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he has gone to the chasing dream music scene, and the scumbag, the scumbag’s Bai Yueguang, and the scumbag’s enemy are all chasing, but none of them have caught up.
system:……
The Second World: Ancient Paranormal (Overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he went to the imperial examination to help the poor, and took the path of the scumbag, leaving the scumbag with nowhere to go.
system:……
The Third World: Era Harbor City (Overhead) has been completed.
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he opened two vests to draw comics, and the two vests are falling in love and killing each other.
system:……
The Fourth World: Interstellar Zerg (Alternate) Completed
System: Has the host done the task obediently?
No, he awakened to become the ‘Queen’ during the live broadcast of Survival, and the higher Zerg were crying and shouting to tear themselves into pieces to feed the ‘Queen’.
system:……
The Fifth World: Reiki Recovery (Overhead) has been completed.
System: After kicking the boss, did the host do the task obediently?
No, he’s trying to be a mediocre pet groomer in a world full of mutants.
An Yinong (shou), who is conscientious in his career, & Han Yu (attack), who is conscientious in love, two-way arrows, 1V1.
1, the main subject, micro-people fans.
2. Relaxed and cool writing, the main plot is supplemented by feelings.
3. The first small world ending is be, and then all he. (The unacceptable little angel is cautious)
4. Daily change.

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- Description from novelbuddy

# SCANDALOUS GIRLFRIENDZhou Yun was just a newly debuted actress, but because she happened to stay in the same hotel as the top male celebrity, Song Chi, she became “Song Chi's underground girlfriend” that the entire nation had their eyes on. She was now trending on the internet.“She's taking advantage of my big brother's popularity!”“My big brother would never fall for a woman like her!”“Zhou Yun, you should get out of showbiz!”…There were curses all around. Facing such an undeserving calamity, Zhou Yun had a hard time saying anything.At this moment, a stranger suddenly sent her a friend request.He asked, “I heard that you're my girlfriend?”“Who are you?” Zhou Yun asked.He replied, “Song Chi.”

In a world where ferocious monsters and dangerous Gate are an everyday occurrence, only the strongest survive.The weak, as always, are sacrificed for the greater good.Jeremy is one of them. Betrayed, discarded, and condemned to death, he seems destined for certain doom.But fate is always unpredictable, and the choices of some never unfold as expected.“I'm not a monster, I swear,” he said, turning around with a grin. “They are the real monsters.”A wave of disgusted stares hit him from all directions.“Okay, maybe they're not monsters… maybe they're worse,” he added, nodding seriously. “But me? Nah. I'm the exception.”And then it wasn’t just the humans looking at him with disdain.Even the so-called “monsters” behind him were staring in silence, their eyes fixed on him with what could only be described as mild offense—like their master's behavior had somehow embarrassed them.Not that they could—or would—kill him over it. Probably.The novel contains some violent scenes. They are skippable and do not affect the reading experience. However, I feel it's important to mention it.Additionally, the novel will have a sarcastic tone and won't be too serious.#Undead#Necromancer#Summons#Skeleton

“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.