I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl - Chapter 72 – A Call from Hell

[Power System has beautiful Waifus as his spirits.]

[Read for the great plot and a perfect HAREM. There will be SMUT chapters only when required. The protagonist isn't Naive and treats his woman with care.]

[Read only if you want a great plot, sweet romance, a perfect harem, and good smut without any forced development.]

[Story would make sense as you progress I have avoided info dump and explained in a natural way to answer each question through the characters.]

*Ding!*

[Dual Cultivation System installed]

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Yue Yan Gets kidnapped by the goddess on his sweet night with his girlfriend. She asks him to help her on a mission against the XieLong temple but he turns her down.

Later, some mysteries reveal their past and Yue Yan agrees to help her in order to meet his Bing'er again who has also been sent to the new world.

When he transmigrates into the body of Meng Long, he finds out he has a special Physique, the Supreme Yang body that stops his growth in Cultivation unless he Dual-Cultivates with a woman.

Yue Yan's new family had mistreated his predecessor Meng Long so he decides to leave the clan to embark on a new path with his beautiful concubine Xue Rou.

Join Yue Yan AKA Meng Long, in his Journey to reach the pinnacle of the world.

Officer, if I told you this just was a “Healing-type Game,” would you believe me?

I became a scientist for an evil organization.…But I’m too competent.

“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.