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The Villain's Side Of the Story In The New Plot

I find myself in an unexpected role - the villain. It's a realization that dawns upon me, and I must admit, I never saw myself as the hero. Deep down, I carried a sense of responsibility for the resentment and animosity people harboured towards me. Perhaps I truly wasn't as kind or benevolent as the protagonist. Yet, I can't fully embrace the label of a villain. It perplexes me to awaken one day and comprehend that everyone else, including those I was prepared to protect at the cost of my own life, perceives me as such. To add to the weight of this revelation, fate has bestowed upon me an immense burden—the task of saving humanity itself. The irony is not lost on me. As a villain, it is not my duty to preserve the world. However, to whom should I entrust this responsibility? Should I leave it to the protagonist, whose primary pursuit seems to be amassing a personal harem under the guise of luring beauty? The very hero who possessed the most potent cheat codes yet failed to fulfil his duty in the end. This same hero seeks to safeguard our enemies simply because they currently reside in a state of peace. Ah, the mere thought of that hypocrite, convincing himself that he desires control to protect the innocent, ignites a fire within me. Sighing deeply, I come to a resolution. Yes, I will undertake the task of saving this chaotic world, but I will do it on my terms. Those who dare cross my path shall soon comprehend why the world itself deems me a villain. [This revised novel, a departure from my debut "The Villain Side of the Novel," introduces an alternate plotline where Fray persists in the struggle for the throne. The narrative unfolds on a previously unexplored continent, a departure from the original setting, providing a fresh and intriguing starting point.]

Fri123 · Fantasy
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77 Chs

Anouncing The War

As night descended upon Iskar City, a deceptive calm veiled the impending massacres unfolding within its shadows. Within one of the grand mansions, appearing serene at a glance, a closer inspection revealed an unsettling stillness.

Lifeless bodies of guards, servants, and knights lay strewn across the premises, while ominous silhouettes stealthily navigated the mansion's corridors.

In the opulent main bedroom, an elderly man lay in a deep slumber, flanked by three young women. The tranquillity of the room masked a chilling reality.

Abruptly, the elderly man awoke to a frigid sensation on his skin – a cold metal pressed against his throat. Panic gripped him as he confronted a dark figure, only the piercing eyes visible above a raised sword.

"...!!" A scream died in the old man's throat as the blade swiftly severed through his thick neck, unleashing a torrent of blood that stained the surroundings.