MTL - Trafford’s Trading Club - Chapter 2822 There is a witch

Shenlu, a mysterious game that descended on Bluestar 20 years ago.

Only one million places are open each month.

Once you become a player, you can gain extraordinary power and become a superior person.

……

Ling Yi awakens the super mutation system.

From consumables to artifacts, they are all his mutant objects!

Once the mutation potential reaches perfection, multiple abilities comparable to golden fingers can be mutated!

Mutate the talent of lucky +1 to get the golden finger – the probability is reversed!

The original 10% probability flipped to 90%!

A 0.1% shipment rate is 99.9% for him!

Mutate the Eye of True Sight to get the Golden Finger – the Eye of True Sight!

Not only invisible units can be seen, but hidden information of items can also be seen!

In addition to these, there are “Malicious Appearances” that can turn other people’s malice into voiceovers, and “Intelligence Aura” that continuously reduces the enemy’s intelligence…

One year later.

Ling Yi, who holds honorary titles such as “The Fastest Leveling Speed ​​Holder in History”, “The First Full-Level Player”, and “The World’s Strongest Man”, reluctantly said, “Actually, when faced with an unknown number of interviews, I’m just a normal person…”

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Food blogger, Qin Zhenzhen, transmigrated into a novel and became a young chubby girl who forcibly married a handsome guy. The handsome guy was truly attractive, but he was the villain in the novel. He was sinister and vicious, and everyone in his family was cannon fodder.She couldn't afford to mess with him. With that in mind, she hurriedly approached him and asked for a divorce.The handsome man narrowed his eyes. “Do you want a peaceful divorce? Fat chance!”Since a peaceful divorce was impossible, she'd have to change the storyline.At first, she thought this was going to be a difficult journey with many obstacles. However, it turned out to be a smooth ride, and she unexpectedly became pampered by everyone around her.People were born kind. The supposed villain, who didn't experience all those terrible things in the novel, could actually have a positive outlook in life.“I'm capable of getting rid of all feelings of jealousy and dissatisfaction. I can also lead a family to the path of wealth. Meanwhile, I also managed to conquer a man who only wanted to take revenge on me from the very beginning,” the female lead said.“I'm all about scheming and strategies. Anyone who messes with me will die, and anyone who bullies me will also die. As for the woman who both messed with me and bullied me, I'll punish her by making her stay with me for the rest of our lives,” the male lead said.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

“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.