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An Villain's POV

What is a villain? Is anyone born a villain? The answer is — no. A villain is made by their circumstances. Society is the one that creates villains. It’s pretty straightforward. These concepts are familiar to many, but does anyone care? No one does. As long as someone is benefiting from something or someone, it doesn’t matter to them what harm or anguish they are causing others. But then again, it doesn’t matter. Everyone perceives things from their own standpoint, believing themselves to be right and judging others accordingly. Everything is a matter of perspective. No one is inherently evil or angelic. We are the ones who decide what’s wrong and what’s right. This story explores that mindset. He is the one who is forced to become a villain in everyone’s eyes—a villain who, from his own perspective, isn’t evil. A villain who doesn’t care about others’ perspectives. This is a villain’s point of view. ~~~~~~~~~ DISCLAIMERS-- This story follows the trend Villain's are not born but made—making the character development and story where there will be a motivation given to MC for his actions. I want to deal with emotional state of MC and give him a valid reason to be a villain, it's slow paced but immersive. You can try first chapter and based on that you would become aware about what writing style the whole first Volume will follow. Read now

Avi_Lekhak · Fantasie
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Massacre [2]

While his subordinates were dying helplessly, their leader, Caledon, was completely unconscious.

He was in a deep sleep when he heard a whistle and, at the same time, shouts about an intruder. He quickly put on his clothes and grabbed an axe, his rugged, muscular body clearly revealed.

When he came out, he saw his men scouring the forest with torches, but there was no sign of any intruder.

'Something is strange,' he thought.

There was clearly an intruder. His shadow was clearly reflected in the torchlight, and Caledon heard footsteps and saw the bushes shaking.

However, the intruder was not visible. It was not a Kruger that lives in the forest. If it had been a Kruger, it would have already appeared in droves.

"No way," he suddenly realized and quickly returned to his tent.

It was about twice the size of the tents around it and full of valuable treasures.

Flap!

"Hmm?"