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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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The Wailing Thearchs Deliver!

The Autarch and Dowager's return to Taoyi came without fanfare. Huan Yi erased their presence, enabling them to walk through the streets with no one noticing them. So, they did just that. Leisurely strolling towards the Red Palace. 

"Little mom, why are you looking at me like that?" With one arm around Xinzhui's shoulder, and her head pressed on his chest, Huan Yi asked. 

The Dowager's furtive glances didn't escape the Autarch's eagle eyes. And realizing that she'd been exposed, Xinzhui looked the other way, lowering her eyes as her brain came up with a reply. 

"Yi'er…what is making you so…angry?" Xinzhui asked following a moment of silence, the question making Huan Yi's eyes narrow immediately.

"You can tell?" Sincerely impressed, Huan Yi asked, amazed that despite his near-flawless expressions, his little mom could still pick up on the tiniest details to read his mood.