Hero of Darkness - Chapter 1047 Multiple Realities

Leon, an ordinary man, meets his untimely death only to be reincarnated in a mysterious realm where colossal towers reach beyond the sky. In this world, individuals climb these towers to gain power, wealth, and ultimately, godhood upon reaching the highest level. Each floor is a trial of increasing danger, filled with magical beasts, traps, and rivals. However, Leon is granted a special cheat ability: the Super Charity System.The Super Charity System allows Leon to receive incredible rewards for any charitable act he performs. Whether it's offering aid to struggling climbers, donating resources, or saving someone’s life, the system exponentially multiplies his gains in return, bestowing him with rare artifacts, strength, abilities, and many more.As Leon progresses through the tower, his rapid growth and benevolent acts draw attention. Some revere him as a hero, while others plot to use his generosity for their own gain. But as he ascends, Leon faces a profound question: in a world where power is everything, will he stay true to his charitable heart, or be tempted to exploit the system for himself?****It will be R-18, you all have been warned and invited *cough*I meant warned.

What happens when a 20-year-old ordinary young man transmigrates into America with a daily sign-in system, that gives rewards from most insignificant things like chewing gums, noodles to priceless things like shares of top companies, talents, future news etc...Follow how this young man slowly but step by step conquers the......“Maate! Wait, stop, stop, time out, time out.My goal is to live a leisurely and carefree life. Why should I do the thankless job of conquering the world?Shouldn't I spend that time flirting around with beauties or trying new foods and cultures? ““In my last life, I died as a single dog, and in this life, I finally became a rich 2nd generation and got a system, shouldn't I enjoy it? “Shut up! Stop him, and make him shut up! ahem… so, where we were… Yes!But can he truly achieve his dream of a carefree life amidst the treacherous world of business with high-stakes investment and the dazzling entertainment industry?Witness his rise to legendary status, as he becomes a godfather of investment and a titan of entertainment.He only wanted a carefree life, but how did he end up as the most powerful and richest man in the world?

The protagonist is a guy who is among the stupidest of the stupidest in the school. In this school, your grades can, under the supervision of teachers, take a virtual form to do combat! However, if you leave an examination half way, you get zero marks. A bright and cute girl, Mizuki Himeji, was having a high fever during the examination. Despite her potential to be the second highest scorer in the level, she obtained zero marks for having left due to her illness and is thus allocated to the worst class, class F.

Grades mean almost everything. For Class A, they have a smart-looking teacher, a plasma TV as big as the entire wall as their blackboard, personal laptops, personal air-cons, refrigerators, adjustable seats and all kinds of different appliances. Within the refrigerator, there are all kinds of drinks and snacks. Their ceiling is made of glass, the wall lets them put up high-class drawings and plants.

As for Class F, the worst class… They have Japanese desks and seat paddings. Their blackboard is dirty and there is no chalk even! Someone complains that the legs of his desk are broken, so the teacher asks, “Didn’t we distribute some glue to stick wood together? Glue it back yourself later.” Another one complains that wind is blowing in from the broken window. The teacher says, “I got it. I will apply for plastic bags and invisible glue to fix it later.” There are spider webs everywhere, not a patch of the wall is clean. A unique moldy smell spreads across the entire room; it must be from the old tatamis used to tile the floor. This is the status of class F.

The protagonist feels displeased at such an arrangement, and seeks help from his friends to try to make a change through summoning war!! And they devise all kinds of plans to try to beat the famous class A, intending to get class A’s classroom and equipment if they win!!

“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.