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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.

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Vyan's head was awkwardly perched on the bedside of the medical facility bed, and his back screamed in protest at the unnatural position. 

Note to self, he thought groggily, these bedsides are not designed for human heads. 

As he slowly stirred, a warm, fuzzy sensation crept through his drowsiness. Someone was running their fingers through his hair, and it felt surprisingly comforting, like a cat purring on a cold night.

He cracked one eye open and mumbled, "If this is a dream, it's the sweetest one yet."

He lifted his head slightly and found Iyana sitting beside him, her fingers gently weaving through his hair. 

"Iyana?" Vyan's voice cracked with a mix of confusion and relief. "I was expecting you to knock me flat when you found me here, you know?"