Patch of Druid - Chapter 35 – Wrath

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.

“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.

Wen Qiao had transmigrated into a book, becoming a notorious, brainless, and easily replaceable vase-like minor celebrity.The worst part was that the first scene she entered was literally a path to disaster; at her own engagement party, she was plotting to seduce the male lead into an irrevocable situation, not to mention that she wanted to break off her engagement with her wealthy, handsome fiancé!Wen Qiao stated, “This cannon fodder script must be changed!”Thus, netizens saw a dramatic transformation in Wen Qiao, who previously had been utterly lovesick and only chased after a man. She became a living, breathing person who aggressively won awards until her hands were sore.Moreover, she had a group of men chasing after her.At the height of her career, Wen Qiao suddenly went public with her sweet relationship with a business tycoon.At the award ceremony, when reporters asked if she planned to marry.Wen Qiao, holding her trophy, had an answer that turned heads, “No, why would I give up the whole forest for one tree?”A couple of days later, Wen Qiao posted a photo of her marriage certificate online with the caption—From now on, I'm Mrs. Fu.Netizens: Didn't you say no marriage?The super-topic about “Wen Ji and Qi Wu,” a couple made popular by a variety show, disappeared overnight.Netizens: ?? Where's my shipped couple?Fu Jinghen: I took care of it.

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