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How to survive as a villain

Ren Jiang, an introverted architect, died. He found himself transmigrating into a psychotic villain of the novel he read. Thinking about gaining new martial powers, he excitedly stepped out of the door. He did not get the powers but ended up face to face with a childhood friend who was obsessed with the original body. Ren, "..." Trying to get rid of the obsessed friend he found himself entangled in life and death situation with none other than the male lead. Ren, "... Please, leave me alone!" With the help of his system, Ren, now, Dorion, tried warding off the evil people and correcting original's evil ways. He finally achieved a peaceful life.... Not really. Even, when he carefully avoided any troublesome interactions with the main leads, he still, ended up catching the eye of the male supporting character. A person who appeared at the end of the novel, just to torture the original Dorion. Even when the original owner begged for death, he was cured to be tortured again. Ren, "..." Looking at the tall figure coming towards him, Ren sneakily tried to wiggle his way out, "I'll l-leave right now. I-I didn't m-mean to come here…” Kade Death laughed, his red eyes gleaming with intense emotions. He easily trapped the beautiful person in his arms, "My sweet, you didn't actually think that I would let you go, right? The scared Ren, "..." I did, But I dare not say! "I let you go once, angel, not anymore..." Ren, "...System, H-Help!" System, "Why don't you help me?!!!! Save me from the claws of this nine-tailed fox!!!!" ---------------------------------------------------------- "It's a slow burn. You have been warned that there will be smut... but at later parts. (after 100 chapters...) Readers can show their support by voting on the chapters. .............................................................

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The Master Bedroom

Even after waking up, Kade could feel the heat lingering on his hand from when he touched his Angel's chin. How he had used that same hand to vent his pent-up desires in the early morning was not something he wanted to dwell on at the moment.

Shaking his head to clear away the not-so-child-friendly images that flashed through his mind, he moved forward, his feet eager to reach the desired destination. 

This time, he would not make such a stupid mistake. He let his passive memories always dormant in his mind, take over his identity, letting those thoughts alter his clothes and his form.

His ordinary shirt and pants morphed into a long, flowing black robe that draped elegantly down his body. His hair grew longer, cascading down his back in loose waves, unbound and free just like his spirit.

With a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips, he reached for the treasure he was looking for.