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Villain : Conquest

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis: When I was alive, I was just another name on a serial killer's twisted list—who targeted mens of culture. Death should have been the end. But instead, I woke up in the dark, chaotic world of Saint's Odyssey, a fantasy novel I'd once read with disdain. This isn't just any story. It's a world where the so-called "hero," a two-faced hypocrite, uses his charm and manipulation to set off a chain of events that will destroy half the world. As fate would have it, I’ve been reborn into this world—not as some mighty warrior or divine savior, but as a nobody. No golden destiny. No god-given blessings. Just my wits, my will, and a grudge big enough to tear this narrative apart. The gods, the villains, the heroes—they think they hold the pen to fate. They think they control this story. Well, they’re wrong. This is my story now. And I won’t stop until I’ve rewritten every line. Watch as I shatter the hero’s image, unravel the gods' schemes, and conquer this world they thought was untouchable. Let them call me a villain—I’ll wear it like a crown. In a tale where every battle is a step toward conquest, and every betrayal is just another play in the game, one thing is clear: I didn’t choose this war, but I’m going to win it. Where the rules don’t matter, and the script is mine to flip.

Lone_Raut_ · Urban
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97 Chs

Chapter 49. Complexity Of Iris Aero...[2]

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Iris's POV...

The grand tournament in the capital of Central Domain was a spectacle like no other. The entire city seemed to be brimming with excitement as warriors from across the realm converged on the arena. Each day leading up to the tournament, the streets were alive with the clamor of anticipation.

Merchants set up stalls selling weapons, armor, and trinkets; bards sang songs of heroic deeds, and the scent of roasted meats and spiced wines filled the air. It was a festival of martial prowess and honor, and everyone wanted to be a part of it.

Father's decision to enter us both into the tournament was met with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. Raya was thrilled, her eyes sparkling with the promise of glory. I, on the other hand, felt a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.