The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor - Chapter 12 – Green Jade Tofu

Introduction: Su Muge, a God’s favored girl in the medical community, became an ugly girl due to time-space travel. Her father disliked her and her mother was too cowardly to protect her! Xia Houmo, a lonely wolf who was haughty and ever triumphant in battlefield, was asked by the emperor to marry a useless and ugly girl! On their wedding day, there was an assassin and he took her as a shield, as a result, she was wounded. Su Muge smiled slightly with crimson eyes, “Xia Houmo, I owed you, and I pay you now.” Seeing her red blood, his heart hurt… “Su Muge, you owed me too much and you must pay me birth after birth!” The heroine was not beautiful and not omnipotent, but she had golden light and magic hand.

An unexpected transmigration and upon opening her eyes, she encountered a sleazy man trying to take advantage. Considering Su Yu was the heir of medical studies, proficient in multiple martial arts. How could she endure such a great shame? Just as she was about to show some of her moves, someone heroically came to her rescue, though he was somewhat disabled, his good looks were undeniable.With nowhere else to go, Su Yu naturally had to offer herself in return. It was just a limp, and it happened to be her specialty.Watch how she heals her handsome husband and together with her family, happily engages in farming and grows wealthy...

What would happen if you found yourself in One Piece as a Side character ?What would you do if your cheats were not actual cheats, instead you got scientific knowledge. Would you accept your life as a side character? Would you stay low key and mind your own business? Or would you throw yourself into the plot and change it to your benefit? This is a story about a man that had those options.Blerd finds himself in one of his favourite animes , One Piece. If you seen an add offering transmigration services to other worlds don't click it! At best it's spam at worst it's real. Some things are better as a work of fiction. Why? Smart Isekai is an ad that has you choose an anime world and challenge it with No golden fingers no quick power ups. You have to use you brain to think of creative ways you can challenge the world with no cheats but as a Native. I chose to challenge the world of One Piece. Now I am really in One Piece how the heck am I gonna survive ?

“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.