MTL - E Mei - Chapter 490 Dying

Reincarnated into a Dating-Sim sounds fun? But what if you have never heard about that “World of Myst” game? And that is exactly what happened to Sam Roland. Poor Sam with only basic-dating experience, had no idea he was supposed to “capture” the women he is hiding from.

Wang Yi was reborn into a world that swallowed the starry sky. After eighteen years of ordinary and extraordinary, he finally met the conditions on the eve of graduation from high school, activated his own golden finger, and signed in for the first time.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in, signing in for the first time, and signing in to the earth, special rewards will be given to reward the first karma of the Nine Tribulations Secret Code! 】

[Your genetic level has increased three times! 】

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In every world, there is no shortage of vicious cannon fodder.
They are arrogant, dandy, gloomy, and sick. They are the stepping stones of the protagonists and the sublimation agents of their emotions.
And Shi Jingge became such a vicious cannon fodder.
In the world of the entertainment industry, he is a playful young master who is playful and playful;
In the world of cultivating immortals, he is a ruthless elder brother who kills people and seizes treasures;
In the Western fantasy world, he is the holy son of light who abuses spirit beasts;
After Shi Jingge passed through, people were surprised to find that it was different from what they had imagined——
The young master is obviously innocent and cute, and he protects one talented idol after another!
The big brother who is not good at words quietly sent back one piece of spiritual weapon, each one is a treasure!
The Holy Son guards the entire continent alone in the dark, and he is covered with bruises every day without saying a word. He should be the faith of the entire continent! the
Shi Jingge: You may not believe it.
Shi Jingge: In the beginning, I just didn’t want to die so badly.
But in this world, who is willing to hurt him?
He is the light, he is the faith, he is the only one.
Read the guide:
1. I improved the stalk and modified the copy. The first version of the copy was released in 2019 and revised on November 26, 2020
2. Su Shuang is silly and sweet, a real thief Su thief Su thief Su, 1V1
3. Read the article harmoniously, discuss it friendly, don’t tell me if you abandon the article, thank you

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Shi Jingge, Wen Xusheng ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: He is light, he is faith, and he is the only one.
Conception: Even if you are in the mud, you must go forward to the bright world, and one day, you will walk with the light

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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.