MTL - Quick Transmigration As A Cannon Fodder To Be The Winner In Life - v2 Chapter 124 The spurned omega17

# SCANDALOUS GIRLFRIENDZhou Yun was just a newly debuted actress, but because she happened to stay in the same hotel as the top male celebrity, Song Chi, she became “Song Chi's underground girlfriend” that the entire nation had their eyes on. She was now trending on the internet.“She's taking advantage of my big brother's popularity!”“My big brother would never fall for a woman like her!”“Zhou Yun, you should get out of showbiz!”…There were curses all around. Facing such an undeserving calamity, Zhou Yun had a hard time saying anything.At this moment, a stranger suddenly sent her a friend request.He asked, “I heard that you're my girlfriend?”“Who are you?” Zhou Yun asked.He replied, “Song Chi.”

What would you do if you were transported to an academy where becoming immortal was possible? Where magic spells and swordsmanship were your courses and fighting zombies and wars were your exams? Dawn Academy was no ordinary learning institution and Xiao Lin was about to find out how mysterious and exciting this magical academy really was.

Leon, an ordinary man, meets his untimely death only to be reincarnated in a mysterious realm where colossal towers reach beyond the sky. In this world, individuals climb these towers to gain power, wealth, and ultimately, godhood upon reaching the highest level. Each floor is a trial of increasing danger, filled with magical beasts, traps, and rivals. However, Leon is granted a special cheat ability: the Super Charity System.The Super Charity System allows Leon to receive incredible rewards for any charitable act he performs. Whether it's offering aid to struggling climbers, donating resources, or saving someone’s life, the system exponentially multiplies his gains in return, bestowing him with rare artifacts, strength, abilities, and many more.As Leon progresses through the tower, his rapid growth and benevolent acts draw attention. Some revere him as a hero, while others plot to use his generosity for their own gain. But as he ascends, Leon faces a profound question: in a world where power is everything, will he stay true to his charitable heart, or be tempted to exploit the system for himself?****It will be R-18, you all have been warned and invited *cough*I meant warned.

“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.