Zombie Cultivation Across Worlds - Chapter 80 – I’ve long witnessed the terror of an immortal

Soul System Online...][Vengeful Spirit Detected]Zero was once a legend a warrior feared and respected across the land, an SSS-ranked hero at the peak of power. But even the strongest are not immune to betrayal. His so-called allies turned against him, casting him into oblivion. Now, he lingers as a vengeful spirit, unable to move on, his legend seemingly forgotten.But fate isn’t done with him yet.When a mysterious boy with the rare ability to see and communicate with spirits crosses his path, Zero sees a chance for revenge and maybe even redemption. Armed with the enigmatic Soul System, he will carve a new path, defying death itself.The world thinks it has seen the last of him. They couldn’t be more wrong.The SSS-Ranked Troublemaker has returned. And this time, nothing will stop him.

Born with RH-null blood group, living among the extraordinary vampires, who could perform wonderful feats and possessed magic...Kayden was simply an incapable vampire!

On the halloween night in his school, Kayden explored the biggest perk which came with his incubus blood!

“So, I can charm girls and make them yearn for my touch!? From where should I start now?”

Pairing up with his succubus partner he was determined to find the cause of his mutations. Until unnatural murders occurred from his wrong touches!

Intimacy, blood, life force, he has all the options to stand atop of everyone. Unbeknownst to him that his peculiar blood is desired by all the existing races, as powerful elixir!

This is a vast and powerful wizarding world community, where powerful wizards wantonly capture gods, conquer planes, and reshape civilizations.Upon entering this world, Lynn realized that knowledge is power, and power is truth. On the path of seeking truth, he will always remains a humble apprentice.

“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.