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Villain : Conquest

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis: When I was alive, I was just another name on a serial killer's twisted list—who targeted mens of culture. Death should have been the end. But instead, I woke up in the dark, chaotic world of Saint's Odyssey, a fantasy novel I'd once read with disdain. This isn't just any story. It's a world where the so-called "hero," a two-faced hypocrite, uses his charm and manipulation to set off a chain of events that will destroy half the world. As fate would have it, I’ve been reborn into this world—not as some mighty warrior or divine savior, but as a nobody. No golden destiny. No god-given blessings. Just my wits, my will, and a grudge big enough to tear this narrative apart. The gods, the villains, the heroes—they think they hold the pen to fate. They think they control this story. Well, they’re wrong. This is my story now. And I won’t stop until I’ve rewritten every line. Watch as I shatter the hero’s image, unravel the gods' schemes, and conquer this world they thought was untouchable. Let them call me a villain—I’ll wear it like a crown. In a tale where every battle is a step toward conquest, and every betrayal is just another play in the game, one thing is clear: I didn’t choose this war, but I’m going to win it. Where the rules don’t matter, and the script is mine to flip.

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Chapter 68. Marking...[2]

Third Person's POV...

Raven stood outside Riyan's suite, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and impatience. When the door finally opened, revealing Riyan with just a towel wrapped around his lower body, her breath caught.

His wet black hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water tracing the contours of his perfectly sculpted muscles, and his red eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

Desire flared up inside her like a wild fire, and before she knew it, she had pushed him back into the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Yan..." she whispered, her voice a mix of need and urgency. Without giving him a chance to respond, she pressed him against the wall, her body flush against his. Her lips found his neck, and she kissed him deeply, almost desperately, like a vampire drawing sustenance from its prey.