Fallout Game Merchant 2.0 - Chapter 8: When life gives you lemons make an A-bomb

Two hundred lifetimes! Two hundred miserable deaths! Leon is a 27-year-old man who experienced a rollercoaster of 200 reincarnations within 180 days. He was so unfortunate that he even died once when he was about to masturbate to hentai! Each death carries the regret of his virginity as he keeps dying without getting a chance to fulfill his only wish…losing his virginity. But his luck finally changes after the 200th death, and he encounters the Goddess of lust, who makes him an offer to be reincarnated with a gift. (Ding! System awakening…) (The super Harem system…) (Ding! The host has seen the secret garden of a heavenly beauty, reward!) (Ding! Mission issued: have sex with the sex mistress!) “All heavenly beauties shall be mine!” Join Leon on his journey to enjoy life to the fullest as a virgin who got his hands on a sex hack, conquering heavenly beauties and even Goddesses! Additional Tags: R-18, HAREM, ACTION, ROMANCE, ADVENTURE, REINCARNATION, SYSTEM, Overpowered Protagonist, ANTIHERO, SMUT

Yan Qing’s sister, who has been sent down to earth, was schemed; designed to be a miserable female character in every life.

To save her younger sister, Yan Qing, a retired quick-transmigrator, full class man, once again set foot on the world shuttle journey to hardcore protect his sister and counterattack scumbags.

And then … ——

The real daughter who was kicked out of the House: sorry, my richest brother came to pick me up.

Abandoned White Moonlight stand-in: sorry, my elder brother said you lost your throne.

Face-slapped cannon fodder female partner: sorry, the country spoils my brother, my brother spoils me!

- Description from Novelupdates

Due to the increasing cases of suicide in the country, the government created a simulator system that was linked with human’s brainwaves, bringing them to transmigrate into thousands of worlds and experienced many aspect of life in order to stimulate the will of living. Only when the willmeter was filled 100% could they finally return back to life.Lu Yizhou. Male. Single. 22 years old. On a certain day, he committed suicide by burying himself in the land of snow. And then, he was pulled into the simulator.666: Welcome, host! Congratulations, you’re the 666th person who joined this project! Host is very lucky to get 666, because 666 is the handsomest, most sensible and most wonderful system!Lu Yizhou: …Can I change the system? You’re noisy.666: QAQLu Yizhou: No matter how many times I transmigrate, my willmeter will not be filled.666: N—No, don’t give up! Host shouldn’t give up QAQ uwaaa, don’t leave 666 alone! You’re my first, my one and only, how can you be so heartless and leave me behind like this?!Lu Yizhou: …why does it sound wrong?Thus, he started to jump from one world to another to save the villain.Lu Yizhou: Why do I have to save the villains?666: Ckckck, Host you’re too innocent! Of course, it’s because they are more awesome than the male lead; richer, powerful, resourceful, domineering and handsome!Lu Yizhou: …it’s only your preferences, is it?666: Host, why don’t you believe 666?! QAQHe thought that he had nothing left to live for. Bringing with him a weary heart and numb body, he sank to the bottom of the abyss only to find…a shining star.*******Beautiful, stoic, dense and unexpectedly naive gong x possessive, spoilt and scheming shou who knew how to use his charmAdditional tags: quick transmigration, fantasy, adventure, comedy, dark, mystery, tragedy, fast paced, seme/gong/top protagonist, love interest fall in love first, yaoi, mature, suicide thoughts, past play a big part, 1 vs 1

“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.