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A Villain Reborn

Betrayed, manipulated, and left to die by the one person he trusted, Ethan Cross thought his life of violence had finally come to an end. But fate had different plans. When he awakens in a new world as Valen Aetheris, the sole heir to one of the most powerful noble family in the empire, Ethan is given a second chance. This time, however, he won’t just survive—he will dominate. In this world of mana, ancient bloodlines, and mythical power, Valen’s new life offers him access to unimaginable wealth and influence. But in a world where fate favors the "protagonists," heroes destined to rise, Valen chooses a darker path: to drain their power, steal their destinies, and shape the world for himself. Armed with knowledge of the world's future from a novel he once read, and guided by a mysterious system that rewards him for hunting down the so-called “children of destiny,” Valen begins his calculated ascent to absolute supremacy. He trusts no one but himself, and his cold, ruthless methods ensure that nothing—and no one—will stand in his way. But as the line between hero and villain blurs, the stakes grow higher. To claim his throne over all creation, Valen will have to face not just the protagonists of this world, but the heavens themselves. (A/N: It’s my first time writing a novel although not perfect but try first 15 chapters and I assure you, that you will love it.)

Divine_Blood_Lord · Fantasi
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97 Chs
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#DARK
#OVERPOWERED
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#VILLAIN

Edge of Control

Valen moved through the academy's winding corridors, feeling the weight of eyes following him. Every step felt laden with caution, a strange prickle of awareness sharpening his senses. Since the last clash with the Black Vow's agents, he'd noticed them everywhere—fellow students, professors, even academy staff members watching him with fleeting glances, their gazes holding a faint but undeniable suspicion. Each look lingered too long, each gesture too carefully neutral.

They're watching me from every corner, he thought, his fists clenching as he forced himself to keep moving, to keep his composure. The mark on his wrist pulsed faintly in response, as though sensing his rising tension and feeding off it. He could almost feel it whispering to him, urging him to give in, to use its power, to crush the ones standing in his way.