Awakened: SSS Ranked Soul king - Chapter 59: Pin down a mythic beast

When a person dies, they either die light as a feather (aka unimportant) or heavy as Mt. Tai (aka very important).

An unknown disciple from a small sect battling against the strongest in the cultivation world! The long journey working at cultivation, the realization of destiny and the chance to reach the apex of the world.

The girl who transmigrated threw four-year-old Yu into a snowy mountain in order to change her fate. Fortunately, kind-hearted people took the young girl in. The Wang family was poor, sick, disabled and indebted, But from start to end, they pampered her like a precious jewel. Everyone said that the Wang family picked up a money-losing burden. Sooner or later, they would all end up badly together! Unexpectedly, this little precious doll was a small blessing. Little Yu took out her little pocket and smiled sweetly. Portable spatial pocket, the best spiritual spring, spiritual measurement mouse…

Anything they wanted, Yu had it! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. This small blessing was incredible. Not only was she a farming expert, but she was also great at business. She even opened a school, sea trade, established a prestigious kindergarten, and even gained the favor of all the staff! Watch as the small, pampered blessing turns the table around and brings her family to the pinnacle of life! The transmigrated girl and the villains were dumbfounded. It looks like they were the ones who missed out on getting the person with a cheat!

“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.