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Villain: Rebirth of the Primordial Evil

“Little man, remember these words. Evil is an art, beautiful because natural. Rage, love, hatred, they’re all embellishments. Evil, at its truest, needs no reason beyond the pursuit of self-gratification.” When the powerhouses of the Demon Realm sacrifice a broken boy in an ancient forbidden ritual, they succeed in materializing humanity’s darkest aspects, strengths, abilities, emotions, and desires in the form of another boy, the Incarnation of Evil: Huan Yi. But while the successful incarnation of the prophesied Demon Child should have sparked the revitalization of the Demon Realm, when Huan Yi rejects the Demon Realm’s hopes and expectations to embark on a quest to find the three missing Primeval Tools, the lords of the Demon Realm realize that the ritual had malfunctioned. The Demon Child was…incomplete. Equipped with the Manuscript of Forbidden Secrets and the ability to control Karma, will Huan Yi mature into the overlord needed by the Demon Realm to conquer Heaven, or will he fall to the Righteous Path experts’ attempts to convert him into their very own savior? Join him to find out. Author Alert: This story was written by a wonderful psychopath, for wonderful psychopaths. You've been warned.

Demonic_Paradise · Eastern
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Bell of Broken Spirits

What makes the mark of a real man? Some would say that a man puts his family on his back, shelters them to the best of his abilities and provides the tools for their fulfillment and success...every step of the way. 

Others would claim that a man ought to chase the best version of himself—forever climbing upward in a perpetual hunt for growth and empowerment. 

Others still that a man should stay as stoic as a rock and as unshakable as a redwood tree before all the trials and tribulations that nature and fate put in his way. 

Are any of them right? What makes the mark of a real man? Shiyuan couldn't answer that question. But as the Heartless Venerable stood up—stabilizing at the peak of martial cultivation, he couldn't feel any progress in his inner self. He was stronger, yes—with no shackle or weakness. But from that moment on, Shiyuan had lost his individuality—giving up on being a person just like Yuanqi had done in a time long forgotten.