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Supreme corruption: I corrupt every good woman into villainess

As mentioned in the name theme of the story, the central figure, driven by a twisted desire for dominance, methodically corrupts impressionable young women, weaving a web of control that extends far beyond mere physical enslavement. These women, once vibrant and free, are reduced to mere pawns in his elaborate game of conquest, their autonomy stripped away as they become instruments of his malevolent will. What truly sets this tale apart is the enigmatic presence of the antagonist, the very creator of the story itself. Trapped within the confines of his own narrative by an ancient curse, he grapples with the consequences of his own hubris. As he orchestrates the downfall of his characters, he simultaneously navigates the murky depths of his own psyche, confronting the darkness that lurks within. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur, casting doubt upon the nature of existence itself. As the story unfolds, parallels emerge between the protagonist's struggle against the villain and the author's own internal conflict. Each move on the narrative chessboard reflects a deeper existential battle, as the characters' fates intertwine with the author's own quest for redemption. Ultimately, the story becomes a haunting meditation on the nature of creation, agency, and the profound impact of our choices, both within the confines of fiction and in the vast expanse of reality. In conclusion, an author writes a cursed story. The curse is so strong it consumes the author and he's getting trapped inside his own story. But he gets a chance to decide his character. The author chooses to be the villain who can never be defeated. He becomes the main character of the story as the villain, he corrupts good women into evil and makes them fight the hero and the heroines.

minatoflash · Fantasi
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140 Chs

Two types of people

Sam sat on the alleyway, his eyes scanning the bustling city street. Next to him, Angel huddled in her worn-out jacket, a somber expression on her face. She had already given him the food she bought for him.

"Hey Angel, what's wrong?" Sam asked, noticing the sadness in her eyes.

Angel sighed, her gaze distant. "I don't know, Sam. I've just been feeling really down lately."

"Is it because of the cold weather?" Sam suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Angel shook her head. "No, it's something else. I just can't shake this feeling of emptiness."

Sam furrowed his brow, concern evident in his voice. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Angel hesitated for a moment before speaking softly. "I think... I think I'm just really missing my mom."

Sam's heart sank at her words. "I'm so sorry, Angel. Where did your mom go?"

Angel looked at him, confusion clouding her eyes. "Sam, my mom... she died giving birth to me."