From Sidekick to Bigshot - Chapter 1431

The most unlike Slytherin.

There is a saying in the Slytherin common room, “The little wizard who disobeys will be eaten by the Night Stalker.”

He is the master of the stars that shines at Hogwarts, the Night Stalker who is feared by his enemies.

The glory made him the pride of Slytherin.

When the Dark Lord arrived, he said those words,

“Weapons, I need a lot of weapons.”

With a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, everyone would shout for him: “Damn the Sorting Hat, is this Slytherin?”

When the stars return to Hogwarts, John Wick’s light will shine on the entire wizarding world.

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【Ensemble + System + Family Culture + No Female Lead + Protagonist Isn't Human!】Patriarch, something's wrong, a member of the clan is injured! Hurry, take them to the Sacred Tree!Patriarch, something's wrong, a clan member's life is hanging by a thread, they're about to die! Hurry, take them to the Sacred Tree!Patriarch, something's wrong, a clan member just passed away! Hurry, take them to the Sacred Tree, we mustn't let the body cool halfway!Reincarnated into a weak locust tree, Noah originally only wanted to bask in the sun every day, gaze at the moon, and live a leisurely life.But many years later, Noah looked down upon all living beings, only to suddenly realize that in this world, all were beneath his roots, within the shade of his tree.And that small family clan from the beginning, at some point, had already grown into a colossal entity.

In order to seize the opportunity, the four-year-old Ayu was thrown into the deep mountain after the blizzard.

Fortunately, kindhearted people took it in.

The Wang family is so poor, sick, disabled, and indebted, but from top to bottom, they dote on her like a jewel.

Everyone said that the Wang family picked up a money-losing item, and sooner or later they would finish the game together!

Unexpectedly, this group pet doll is really a small blessing.

Xiao Ayu took out his small pocket and smiled sweetly: Portable Space, Super Spiritual Spring, Spirit-Testing Treasure Mouse, Ayu has everything you want!

There is revenge for revenge, there is revenge for kindness.

This blessing is incredible. He is not only a small farmer, but also a small business expert. He can also open an academy, open a sea trade, and establish a noble kindergarten. He has earned the favor of all the staff!

Watch the group Chong Fubao turn around and take the family to the pinnacle of life!

The time-travel girl and the villains were dumbfounded: it turned out that they were the ones who missed the golden finger!

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“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.