Absolute Sword Sense - Chapter 309

Yuan Jia died early, and only after meeting the system did he know that his younger brother was the male lead, and he was the male lead’s cannon fodder brother.
Even if he is more talented than the male protagonist, how can he be more powerful than the male protagonist as a supporting role?
So he suffered a plot kill.
His business empire will be inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
The connections he made will be inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
The marriage date he set was inherited by the male protagonist’s younger brother…
And he is just the older brother who died young in the memory of the male protagonist. Take it out and remember it when you need it, and forget it when you don’t need it.​​
Yuan Jia’s goal is to work hard to live longer than the male protagonist’s younger brother.
As long as he doesn’t die, the male protagonist will always be just a younger brother.
World 01: [There is no eldest son of Houfu who died of illness] √
World 02: [There is no giant president who died in an air crash] √
World 03: [Nongmen Tianjiao who did not fall into the water] √
World 04: [Founding Emperor who was not robbed and killed] √
World 05: [There is no school god who died in a car accident] √
World 06: [Prince who was not deposed and poisoned] √
World 07: [There is no brother who accidentally fell off a cliff and died] √
World 08: [The true biography that was not plotted by the younger brother] √
World 09: [Cousin without plundering ability] √
World 10: [A powerful minister who was not framed for treason] √
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2. Whether Yuanjia wants to marry and have children depends on the situation.
3. There are many kinds of male protagonists and younger brothers, there are dark villain male protagonists, and there are decent male protagonists of Guang Zhengwei…
4. Various types of routines, please pay attention.

Content Labels: System Fast Passing Through Books Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yuan Jia ┃ Supporting role: Pre-received new articles “White Eyed Wolf, I Don’t Love You [Quick Cross]”, “I am a gentleman of the male/female host [Quick Cross]” click into the column to see! ┃ Other:
One sentence introduction: I am not dead, the male protagonist will always be a younger brother!
Purpose: The protagonist must fight for his life with the sky and live a wonderful life.

- Description from novelbuddy

The Saint: “Bro Yi, Can you make me your servant?

Yi Feng: “What? A Saint like you wants to become my servant. Do you have any shame?

The Saint: “My sister is very beautiful”

Yi Feng (His eyes is glowing): Little Saint, you can follow me from now. All right, remember to tell your sister to come!

The King: “Yi Feng! Your bastard, what are you doing?

Yi Feng: My bad! My bad! My king, I just want to stroll in this harem a little bit. Who knows those girls have been following me like that?

- Description from Novelupdates

One day, spatial tunnels opened in the very fabric of reality, connecting Earth to a planet that came to be known as Xavier, a planet that has a lot of deserted settlements belonging to the civilization that lived on this planet before we started exploring it.

Each settlement not only hides a secret of its own but also treasures, knowledge, and unthinkable technologies.

In this new world, magicians rule the world and make the rules.

They are those who can contain magic energy, an energy source present in Xavier, in their bodies.

This energy is used to mainly empower supernatural cells.

One can get them by consuming evolution materials.

These supernatural cells suck magic energy to manifest one's superpower in the real world.

Elliot, once the son of magicians in the channel opening stage, now lives the life of an orphaned and poor boy.

Elliot is the weakest magician to ever exist in the world, a world where the strong are respected and the weak are disdained.

With the death of his parents, the ones who used to look down on his has no reason to control their feeling.

With a dim fate ahead of him, he grits his teeth and silently moves on to the day the light of glory shines on him, setting him apart from others in a single day, letting him taste what it means to be God!

“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.