Temple of the Demon Lord of Wishes - Chapter 111: The Cruelest Act (5)

Born with peerless talent, profound looks, and unfathomable strength, Young Master Zhao woke up one day and chose violence.---Greetings, Fellow Daoists.This ancient scripture records the rise of a new Immortal Venerable. The one who defied fate, defiled heaven, and dominated all under the Nine Skies.They called him mad.They said he was courting death.But Young Master Zhao simply smiled and turned the heavens into his mount.From arrogant Ye Chen to the invincible Yang Kai, every so-called Son of Qi was but an insect crushed beneath his foot, stripped of destiny, reduced to stepping stone for his cultivation path.In a realm where the strong seize fate and the weak become dust, he was born with everything.While others pondered why the sun followed them, he was already a Holy Realm powerhouse, tearing through sacred mountains and enslaving ancient dragons with a single flick of his sleeve.From holy maidens to dragon priestesses,From Eastern princesses to Western empresses,From Northern jade maidens to Southern mature elders.One might count the stars in the heavens,But not the names in his harem scroll.If Fellow Daoists still do not know the difference between heaven and earth, then this scripture shall enlighten thou.---⚠️ BE WARNED, FELLOW DAOISTS! ⚠️This is no ordinary scripture. Reading further may shake your Dao heart, weaken your spirit veins, and send your cultivation into irreversible Qi Deviation.Those beneath the bone age of 18 must avert their eyes, lest they be pulled into a forbidden dual-cultivation realm with no escape.This scripture contains a potent fusion of Yin and Yang, Male and Female, light and Dark.A sacred technique long prohibited by the righteous heavens!Only those with profound Dao harmony may begin to comprehend its lewd profundity.---To the Young Masters of prestigious orthodoxy clans, wise sages & hermits, divine emperors, immortal venerables, great elders, profound sect masters, and even the all-knowing constellations:Support this rebellious scripture against the heavens by donating your Power Stones and Spirit Stones generously,And let the Lewd Dao rise once more!It's the fated time for us, the Lewd scholars, Cultured Daoists, Lustful Sages, sinister constellations, debauched emperors and horny Young Masters to stand against the righteous heavens and obtain the true Cultured enlightenment that has been suppressed since the dawn of time.For Lustful Dao!!!The Dao creator: LewdScholar

“Can’t I properly read stallion novels anymore!”

Shen Yuan transmigrated into someone who’d tormented the young male lead almost to death, the scum villain Shen Qingqiu.

It must be known, the original Shen Qingqiu ended up being carved alive by his disciple, Luo Binghe, into a human stick, a human stick!

Ten thousand “fuck your moms” rampaged through Shen Qingqiu’s heart:

“It’s not that I don’t want to cling to the male lead’s thighs, but who made him so fucking black. The type who seeks thousand-fold retribution!”

Why have all the female lead’s scenes been forcibly given to him.

Why, as a scum villain, does he need to constantly sacrifice himself, blocking knife and gun for the protagonist!

Shen Qingqiu: “…I think I can still save him, one more time.”

A gong who starts as a loyal dog of a small white flower, and ends up as a blackened, mental case of a maiden X a refined scum villain of a tsukkomi-holic shou

This is actually a dogblood story about a master-disciple pair never doing honest work, fighting monsters, and engaging in romance.

It’s also a story where the villain personally witnesses how the male lead transforms from a little sheep of a white lotus into a dark tyrant O(∩_∩)O~

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The Empire's forces retreated in desperation—trampled by faceless horrors bringing darkness and death to these once beautiful lands.Only the most courageous stood in defiance, forming a last defence to buy the people time to flee—fighting until the final embers of hope burned out.A man stands with a silver sword, like a beacon of hope to those around him. He roared with all his might drawing his blade against the overwhelming enemy!“You face Lancelot, Sword of the Empire! ”These horrors tested the Lord's grit and loyalty in the final moments.“Should my blade break, I will use my body!”The knights had fallen, broken swords for their tombstones, and lords fled, betraying the Empire to survive.“If my body breaks, I'll use my Soul!”Lancelot, the sword of the Empire, fought alone.All hope seemed lost.“And if my Soul fails...”What could a single man and his army do?He fights against the dark tide, blade in hand, heart on sleeve.“I will sell myself to the devil for revenge!”But he was too weak, too fragile.The last Lord of humanity stood against the enemy.Lancelot was a master of the sword, a mortal, neither a God nor a Saint.Miracles were beyond his reach.Now only a broken man impaled on his own destroyed throne.His blade shattered—now, like rose petals, it was scattered across the charred ground.Lancelot's soul was fated for the abyss as the light faded from his eyes.His last ounce of resistance used staring at the man who betrayed the Empire.Now with only the desire to kill, crush and seek revenge smouldering inside him.Now unwilling to die and desperate to fight once again.He desired to fight for the people who supported him.Lancelot refused to surrender, to fall like this.As quietly in the abyss, a voice whispered to him.It tried to entice the Lord, ignite his desire to win and fight again.“If given a second chance, to relive your life with a different choice... Would you Accept?”Blood gathered in his throat, forcing him to reply in his mind.A frail and broken voice'There is no reason to ask, of course!'“No matter the cost?”'Even if I were to lose everything...''If my people can live on. I would sacrifice everything I have!'“You will no longer be the same, a monster, twisted and vicious.”“Will you still accept?”The Lord's heart ached, taking great pride in his humanity.To lose that caused his mind to falter.Finally, out of power, unable to speak or reply with a trembling arm.Lancelot reached out.Towards the raspy voice.Towards the abyss.Towards a new future.[So you would accept after all...]'I must accept.''I must stand tall.''I must not break.''Because...''I am the Lord of humanity![Nay, you are the king of demons]

As the final dragon lay defeated, Aaran stared at the sky while the rest celebrated.[Awaiting the gods’ response...]He clenched his fists, his heart pounding. A shred of hope flickered in his eyes, only to be extinguished like always.[The attained outcome was deemed unsatisfactory.]Aaran had seen the message for the twentieth time. He had become the gods’ plaything in their desire to witness the “perfect ending”.He regressed once again, but this time as a toddler and charm being the only stat he had.But something was amiss. The world he remembered had changed. Powers that did not exist before had taken hold of the world.Tired of following the traditional route, Aaran chose to fight darkness with darkness… as the gods’ chosen necromancer!