The Accidental Mage: Awakening of the Ordinary - Chapter 14: Student Council

Year 2099, the world as we know it now advanced in technology. Learning has become easier, and so is transportation. But in this new advanced world there is undoubtedly problems, beings who want to use the new technology to bring chaos and strife to humanity. Xander, a 17 year old normal High school boy buys a new MMORPG game and through it, he improves his skills in all aspects. He lived a normal life until one day when his father, who abandoned him and his mother for a year came back, claiming to be the leader of a group of super humans. This was the day Xander’s life changed. He was told he will get a power to stop the enemy but what will it be? Is he even ready to take on such a responsibility? Nobody knew that this enemy group were in charge of G. CO, the creators of League of Guardians virtual MMORPG game. What they plan to use the game to accomplish was... absurd... but anyway, read to find out. Let’s Follow Xander on his journey as he becomes the strongest Super human and save humanity from doom. ... [You have killed level 51 reaper] [Do you wish to demonify, level 51 reaper?] “Yes.” [You have created a new demon, Lich] The ability to create demons from dead creatures. With this power he shall defeat his enemies and get his peaceful life back.

In a time when the Divine Prefectures of the East Sea were in great disarray, Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great appeared to save the day. Under their rule, the prefectures united and all nations as well as their kings have been controlled. However, the legend of these two great heroes becomes altered when Emperor Ye Qing’s name is wiped from the history books after his sudden death. All statues and images of him were destroyed and his name a taboo. Only the legend of Donghuang the Great shall live on.

Fifteen years later, a young man by the name of Ye Futian begins his journey in search for his true identity. The legend of Futian was going to be one for the history books.

Miss Witch's 'warm' daily life in the Cyber Interstellar Era, occasionally epic and impassioned.————She was a timid girl who grew up in the cyber metropolis.She was a crying child trudging through the mud.She was a Legendary star admired by the vulgar masses for her transcendence.She was a dark songstress who brought sorrow and tears to the world.She was a cold-hearted Witch who could not speak of false hope.She was a bloodstained Angel singing the finale...

“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.