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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · Fantasy
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258 Chs

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Without a second thought, Iyana stormed past her tearful stepmother. Carolina's pathetic display of tears and pleas slid off her like rain on a storm-worn stone—she wouldn't let those crocodile tears distract her. 

Sienna was here. She could feel it in her bones. Carolina's feeble attempt at winning sympathy was nothing more than a whisper in a hurricane.

Iyana's steps faltered just a fraction as she reached the door to Sienna's room. Her hand hovered over the doorknob, but only for a heartbeat. Doubt was a luxury she couldn't afford. She shoved the door open, the creak of the hinges slicing through the silence like a blade.

The room was empty.

Iyana's frustration surged as she scanned the room, her gaze finally landing on a single object that demanded her attention—a torn envelope, lying brazenly on the vanity, like a trap waiting to be sprung.