I Planted Crops Alone After Awakening The Weakest Farmer Job Class - Chapter 458 - : God-Slaying Technique

After three years of marriage, Xia Zimu died on her and Gu Huaixi’s wedding anniversary.

She spent all her ten years of youth chasing him.

However, even though she was hit badly, until he died, he never looked at her.

After living a new life, she resolutely filed for divorce, and finally achieved a positive result with the man who had silently guarded her for ten years.

Seeing her being sweet with others, Gu Huaixi finally went crazy.

“Mumu, I was wrong, turn around and look at me, okay?”

Xia Zimu held Lu Jinghao’s hand, smiling like a flower.

“Sorry, Young Master Gu, I don’t have any place for you in my heart.”

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Gu Qing traveled to the Marvel world, activated the dimensional doll system, and obtained powerful dolls from other worlds.

Summoning Ghost Dance at the start? Wu Miserable and Twelve Ghost Moon.

But this is just the beginning.

The Witch Cult, the Penglei family, the Ten Blades, the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, Akatsuki, Godzilla, the Land of Light…

I don’t know since when, there has been one behind-the-scenes gesture after another in the Marvel world.

The world is dominated by movies, supplemented by comics.

Group number: 927609149

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“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.

Ludwig Heart, the heir to a vast fortune and a life of luxury, craves only one thing: freedom from his gilded cage. But when a plane crash catapults him into a world of magic and danger, he awakens not as the hero he dreamed of, but as a victim in a twisted ritual. Trapped between the ambitions of dark necromancers and the wrath of vengeful gods, Ludwig must navigate a deadly new reality where his life is no longer his own. Stripped of privilege and resurrected as an undead pawn, Ludwig’s fight for survival will determine whether he reclaims his destiny—or becomes a mere footnote in a world of shadows and deceit.