MTL - For a Prosperous World - Chapter 5 : On the Cultivation of a Reckless Man

After being a young master for more than ten years, he was reborn overnight became a ger who had nothing. This ger was still a lunatic!

Crazy people were hated in the tribe! He was also bullied and robbed! In the end, he was forcibly betrothed to a beastman that he didn’t even recognize.

After accepting the facts tremblingly, Wang Jin began to use the golden finger to reverse the adversity.

Being disliked by others and then becoming everyone’s favorite, snatching back everything that was robbed, as for… the beastman who was forced to marry…

Wang Jin looked at the man who had been standing by his side, and the man felt his gaze, looking back at Wang Jin, his indifferent eyes suddenly became warmer. He stretched out his hand and clasped Wang Jin’s ten fingers tightly, and said softly: “In this life, I only want you alone, no matter whether you are a little lunatic or not.

Wang Jin’s heart skipped a beat.

Forget it, this man… is quite interesting, so let’s keep him!

Years later, Wang Jin was pregnant with a big belly, gnashing his teeth with hatred when he saw the gentle and flattering man in front of him.

We agreed to only be together, and never get pregnant!

A man’s mouth, except for himself, was a deceiving ghost!

- Description from Novelupdates

Zhen Zhen was reborn in the forest area in the 1960s with a drop of the blood of the ancient gods. The awakening of the blood of the gods not only gave Zhen Zhen one power after another, but also made her the most favored little lucky star in the family!

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From infancy to maturity, what Ye Zhou dislikes the most was “two”.

The reasons were: he was ranked second at home, he had been forever ranked second at school, no matter how diligently he worked and tried, he couldn’t shake off that “second” curse. What was more exasperating was that, at University, not only was he ranked second, but even his appearance that he was proud of had to be classified as second best!

Why can’t I obtain the first place!

The eternal second will rise!

Then, Ye Zhou, after his vigorous efforts finally rises and the result was… the first became his boyfriend.

This is the story of a man who has been forced to be “second” and how he became the first, most popular.

- Description from Novelupdates

“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.