Killed For 100 Years in Hueco Mundo, Aizen Invited Me To Soul Society! - Chapter 7 - 00: Zanpakutō Awakening

One moment, Lucas closed his eyes to sleep. The next, he opened them to find himself not in his bedroom, but in a courtroom.Even more startling, he was in a different body.Lucas was confused, but there was no time to dwell on it.Why?Because....“Your Honour, please sentence him to death!”the prosecutor demanded, looking directly at Lucas, who was seated on the judge's bench.'It seems I have become a judge.' Lucas realized.

Lawyer Tang Fangjing had finally made it through time-travel, only to discover that he was terminally ill, thank goodness for the systemBut he needed to achieve more than two hundred percent completion in order to ensure his own survivalAnd so, an extremely unorthodox lawyer emergedThinking you can just cut off an employee and provide severance pay?Come on, let's calculate the exorbitant overtime pay, including mobile communication after hours as overtime!Property management that does nothing but collect money, thinking about pulling out just like that?Gradually establish a resident's committee, backtrack twenty years of accounts, secure a huge compensation from property management without saying, and also send the property boss to jailWho's shirking responsibility for the unfinished building?Come at it with both administrative and civil lawsuits, make clear whose responsibility it is, whoever needs to go in must go inBeyond that, there are salary disputes, labour service scams...'When you encounter a problem, sending people to jail will naturally solve the problem' — Tang Fangjing

“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.

She, a hidden technology boss, is obsessed with blood and kinship. She died tragically in a previous life and has a new life. She just wants to protect her true relatives!

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?? He, the Emperor of Dark Night, glanced at her inadvertently and caught a glimpse of her stubborn appearance with tears in the corners of her eyes. Since then, he has embarked on the road of pampering the girl, and he will never return!

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But who knows, the Jiaojiao girl in her arms is a real all-around boss.

The boss of the world’s No. 1 chaebol: “Is there any order for Miss An? The little one is willing to help Miss An.”

Dean of the Global Research Institute: “Miss An, I heard that you like the sea, I bought ten islands for you…”

The world’s number one hacker: “What? Someone bullied my boss? Hehe, courting death!”

The world’s first medical doctor: “Miss An, do I have the honor to come to your twentieth birthday party?”

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When luxury cars came to the capital and the big guys lined up to greet the girls of the An family, the world shook, and the whole world was shocked!

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