Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge - Chapter 1004 - 594_2

[Sweet romance + Comedy + Marriage before love + Direct approach + Both leads are witty] [Spoiler 1: The son is the male lead’s biological child. If this bothers you, please avoid.] [Spoiler 2: About twenty chapters involve the entertainment industry and reality shows, but it’s just the female lead observing drama! She doesn’t enter the industry herself! If this bothers you, please avoid.]The entire story has a comedic style. The protagonist’s mother won’t appear, and there’s no melodrama between the main couple because others have already used up all the drama!My name is Nian Sui’an, and I’m 25 years old. My parents gave me this name hoping for my safety and well-being year after year, but unfortunately, even this simple wish couldn’t be fulfilled. At 3 AM one day, while I was enjoying a CEO’s passionate love story on a certain green app, my phone knocked me into a strange world. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself as a young stepmother in a CEO world. From then on, the drama runs deep, and integrity becomes a stranger. Send me 50 bucks, and I’ll share my plan to enjoy all this juicy gossip.My name is Gu Junxing. As you can tell from my name, I’m definitely a CEO. However, in the world of CEOs, due to my law-abiding nature and punctual tax payments, I can only be an ordinary entrepreneur. But recently, at the ripe age of 35, I married a 25-year-old young wife, which suddenly earned me a place in the “May-December Romance” section of the “CEO Trending List.”My name is Gu Zhijing. As you can tell from my name, I’m also destined to become a CEO. But right now, I’m only 15 years old, so I’m just an ordinary high school student.

“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.

When Bai Mufan opened his eyes, he found that the whole world had changed!

The concept of men and women in this world is reversed, women are respected, it is normal for women to go out to earn money to support their families, and men even aim to become a househusband in life!

The most frightening thing is that Bai Mufan also found that there is an extra boyboy system in his brain, clamoring all day long to make him the world’s number one boyboy!

Bai Mufan was angry.

“Even if I, Bai Mufan, am ugly and can’t find a wife for the rest of my life, I definitely won’t be a badass!”

- Description from novelbuddy

It all started when a minute before we began morning activities, something suddenly occurred. The floor started shining a dazzling light, the shining expanded in an instant, and 30 classmates, including me, were laying on top of a place we didn’t recognize.