The Outergod's Avatar - Chapter 15: A Sky of Endless Dreams

Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration!

In a world ruled filled with runes, Matt is reborn at the lowest rung of society after being sold off by his family.But Matt is no stranger to politics and power. Once a soldier and a cunning leader who bent entire nations to his will, death could not erase his sins—or rather his ambition.This new world is far from simple.Yet, Matt carries more than memories of his past life—he wields powers so extraordinary that they could turn kings into beggars and saints into monsters.But with great power comes an unsettling truth.As cryptic messages flood his vision—_____________[ You have obtained the Divine ability- Cursed Re… ][ You have obtained the Divine ability- Demonix Blo… ]...[ Would you like to tranform your rune into... ]...[ You have slained the Slug win... ][ You gained... ]_____________And with each surge of his newfound abilities, a disturbing realization takes hold: Matt is no longer certain he’s even human.What has he become—a monster, a weapon, or something far more terrifying?Something vast, unknowable, and merciless stirs in the shadows, pulling the strings of fate. Caught in its game, Matt must decide whether to embrace this power or risk being consumed by it.In a realm where deceit rules, strength speaks, and the line between salvation and damnation is razor-thin, Matt must decide what it means to live, to fight, and to survive.******My talent grow infinitely.I grow stronger even as I sleep, what's considered best for others is the least for me.I can stack skill infinitely._____________The main character of this novel is slightly based on Fang Yuan. Though, he will have a borderline.This will have Talent awakening, some mystery, Op abilities, beast mastery and a lot more...For faster updates, show your support.Read my review for more details...

Working hard and living frugally, Wen Qian accidentally obtained Spatial abilities, followed by dreams about natural disasters. So instead of buying an apartment, she stocked up on supplies, changing from a city office worker into a countryside food blogger. Then, Wen Qian noticed that reports of disasters around the world were on the rise…

“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.