How To Survive as a Villain - Chapter 194: Chasing.

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“Baby, you don’t know, when you look at me with contempt, I’m already sinking into hell.”
-Paranoid male lead

Hearts on fire, unceasing until death.

As a swan demon with a lucky buff, when Gù Yú decided to be a flower on the high mountain ridge, she was destined to attract many people.

First World: Starring as the rich and powerful female villain ( Fiancé and male leads are all begging me but nope )

Second World: Starring as the Entertainment Circle Queen (Gentle Film Emperor and Reborn Villain President step by step paranoid for me)

The Third World: Starring as the Young Empress Dowager (Regent and the New Emperor)

Fourth World: Starring as the Goddess in the campus novel (Childhood friend and school grass daily battle)

*Rejection system

- Description from Novelupdates

“I am not a god; I'm just a worker who leaves on time.”“I will help you as much as I can during work hours, but after I clock out… you’re on your own.”Workplace + Agriculture + Science Popularization + Deity + a little romance. Probably~ haha

“Your Majesty, someone cursed the Imperial Concubine to be a demon star.”

“Cut his tongue and feed it to dogs.” A certain King said in a light and gentle manner.

“Your Majesty, someone’s hand accidentally bumped into the Imperial Concubine.”

“Chop his hand and feed it to wolves.” In an indifferent manner, a certain King said possessively.

“Your Majesty, someone said that the Imperial Concubine ran away.”

“Ran away?” A certain King’s sharp eyes narrowed, then said with a sneer: “It’s best if she doesn’t get caught by this King, otherwise this King will let her become aware of what ‘wanting to stop but can’t’ means**.

A modern era crossed over to become a wolf-girl. She originally believed that she could dance around with wolves, and in the end she truly did, but this ‘wolf’ was one of those wolves. He was a perverted wolf!!

- Description from Novelupdates

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.