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Do I Have To Be The Villain?

'Do I Have To be The Villain?' Lei, now Zhao Laohu, couldn't help but ask himself that question on numerous occasions. Cultivation and the pursuit of Martial Arts are the only ways of getting stronger in the World he was Reincarnated in. After taking over the Young Master's body, a new life begins, completely different from the previous one. Fortunately for him, the System given to him by the Goddess allows him to grow stronger and purchase powerful techniques by expending Villain Points gained by performing evil acts. Unfortunately for him, the System shackles his growth when it comes to the traditional ways of Cultivation and training. 'Enemies are coming for me because of what this Zhao Laohu did in the past. I need to grow stronger to survive but... To do this, I must rely on the System and commit evil... Which will, in turn, give birth to more enemies aiming for my neck.' Indeed, a conundrum. And that's without even counting the Hero destined to end the Villain's life. 'Tsk. Once again, I can't help but ask myself...' Do I Have To Be The Villain? Watch a master manipulator, actor, and liar do everything in his power and use everything he can as tools, whether foes or allies, for the sake of his goal.

Adam_K47xx · Fantasy
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83 Chs

Martial Artist Path

'Took a while to find it...' The Young Master thought to himself as he walked in.

Zhao Laohu was glad to walk in for more than one reason. One of those reasons, and a rather important one, was that he could finally escape from the pesky and irritating sun that was shining high above. It was noon.

Upon walking in, Zhao couldn't help but nod.

Just as the name suggested, it was indeed Grand.

'The Grand Library. I'll probably end up spending a lot of time here...'

 There were countless shelves and books, as well as tables and chairs. 

Numerous Martial Artists filled those chairs, their noses plunged into the books they held.

Focused, they seldom stood up.

'Mmm... The right arm and right leg remain in front. Move the left arm thirty degrees to the left, rotate the...' The Martial Artist scratched his head, and pushed his chair back. 'I can't picture it quite right-'