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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · Fantasía
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Becoming His Past Self

"What do you mean you lost Ronan? He is fifteen years old. You know he can handle himself," Easton let out, his tone unbothered.

"Yes, he is fifteen and not an adult," Vyan gritted out, annoyed at Easton's attitude. "Don't you realize the area we are in right now?"

Easton looked around for a moment before the realization sank in. "Oh."

This was the part of the forest consisting of mostly B-grade monsters—the most dangerous monsters in this hunt—and as good of an archer Ronan was, this would be too much for him to handle all alone.

Maybe Vyan could manage to find Ronan by using some spells, but…

He glanced at Easton and said, "Anyway, you don't need to concern yourself with Ronan. He was my responsibility; I will find him on my own."

He couldn't use magic in Easton's presence. So, the best option was to get rid of him and go solo.