MTL - Becoming A Dragon In A Martial Arts World - Chapter 30 Snowy felines spotted

*Celeb: short for celebrity.A dull body, a timid and kind personality.The fat princess who was ostracized, Rubetria Diollus.“Oh my, the princess is at the dessert shop every time I see her. She eats so many sweets, enough to make one’s cheeks burst, no wonder she gets fat.”Princess Lillia, the ‘swan princess’ of the family, was always surrounded by friends, and Rubetria, the ‘ugly duckling’ who was bullied by them, was a loner.“Hey, you idiot. Our princess is angry. Eat it, quickly.”“Puhaha…!”“Oh my god! She really ate that!”Rubetria was tired of the bullying.Then one day, she said,‘I want to live a wonderful life like that woman for just one day.’180 degrees change.

What would you do if you were a Florida Man with OP wizard magic?Zarian Darkrun, a homeless Florida Man, is tired of being a societal reject and ends his earthly ties. He opens a portal in a busy mall and sends himself, some koi fish, and ten others into another world.Welcome to the Infinita Star System, a universe of epic fantasy and game-like magic. Dungeons? Dragons? Ancient kingdoms and man-eating monsters? It’s all here.Only the powerful can adventure from the lower worlds to the higher worlds of the Star System. Among those few are murderous villains and tyrannical crusaders, each seeking godhood or the empty throne of the Adventurer King.Unlike those egomaniacs, Zarian embraces Infinita for simpler pleasures: making unique friends, learning new spells (or stealing skills), and enjoying every level, stat, quest, food, and magical view. Follow Zarian in his new life as he leads a strong adventurer party and explores the depths of his horrifying and somewhat evil magic.Oh, and keep in mind that his mysterious origins scare the System.There’s a reason he alone is the Honored Outsider.

“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.

The most unlike Slytherin.

There is a saying in the Slytherin common room, “The little wizard who disobeys will be eaten by the Night Stalker.”

He is the master of the stars that shines at Hogwarts, the Night Stalker who is feared by his enemies.

The glory made him the pride of Slytherin.

When the Dark Lord arrived, he said those words,

“Weapons, I need a lot of weapons.”

With a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, everyone would shout for him: “Damn the Sorting Hat, is this Slytherin?”

When the stars return to Hogwarts, John Wick’s light will shine on the entire wizarding world.

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