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A Villain Reborn

Betrayed, manipulated, and left to die by the one person he trusted, Ethan Cross thought his life of violence had finally come to an end. But fate had different plans. When he awakens in a new world as Valen Aetheris, the sole heir to one of the most powerful noble family in the empire, Ethan is given a second chance. This time, however, he won’t just survive—he will dominate. In this world of mana, ancient bloodlines, and mythical power, Valen’s new life offers him access to unimaginable wealth and influence. But in a world where fate favors the "protagonists," heroes destined to rise, Valen chooses a darker path: to drain their power, steal their destinies, and shape the world for himself. Armed with knowledge of the world's future from a novel he once read, and guided by a mysterious system that rewards him for hunting down the so-called “children of destiny,” Valen begins his calculated ascent to absolute supremacy. He trusts no one but himself, and his cold, ruthless methods ensure that nothing—and no one—will stand in his way. But as the line between hero and villain blurs, the stakes grow higher. To claim his throne over all creation, Valen will have to face not just the protagonists of this world, but the heavens themselves. (A/N: It’s my first time writing a novel although not perfect but try first 15 chapters and I assure you, that you will love it.)

Divine_Blood_Lord · Fantasy
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92 Chs

Breaking the Ritual

The Grand Assembly Hall loomed in front of them, the towering stone walls silhouetted in the darkened sky. Valen's gaze swept over the hall, taking in the flickering shadows and ominous energy pulsing through the air. His core team—Aylara, Lian, and Kael—flanked him, each silently awaiting his command.

"Everyone in position?" he asked, voice low but steady.

Aylara nodded, her eyes narrowed in concentration. "The wards are set. They should be strong enough to weaken the Black Vow's magic and give us an advantage."

Lian and Kael exchanged glances, each gripping their weapons with quiet determination. Kael's knuckles whitened around the hilt of his blade as he surveyed the darkened hall, his usual levity replaced with uncharacteristic tension.