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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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Whispers in the Shadows

Valen stepped into the darkness of the Hall of Whispering Shadows, his footsteps barely audible against the cold stone floors.

The air was thick and still, each step resonating as if the hall itself was waiting to consume him.

The eerie silence of the abandoned wing felt different from the rest of the academy—far older, darker, and more dangerous.

The history of the hall was filled with rumors of forbidden experiments, students vanishing, and whispers that lingered long after anyone left.

He moved forward cautiously, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning for any sign of movement.

The message had been clear—meet me in the Hall of Whispering Shadows—but there had been no name, no indication of who was waiting for him.

It could be a trap, but the risk of ignoring the invitation was greater. Whoever had sent the message knew something about the threats lurking beneath the surface.