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Villain: Rebirth of the Primordial Evil

“Little man, remember these words. Evil is an art, beautiful because natural. Rage, love, hatred, they’re all embellishments. Evil, at its truest, needs no reason beyond the pursuit of self-gratification.” When the powerhouses of the Demon Realm sacrifice a broken boy in an ancient forbidden ritual, they succeed in materializing humanity’s darkest aspects, strengths, abilities, emotions, and desires in the form of another boy, the Incarnation of Evil: Huan Yi. But while the successful incarnation of the prophesied Demon Child should have sparked the revitalization of the Demon Realm, when Huan Yi rejects the Demon Realm’s hopes and expectations to embark on a quest to find the three missing Primeval Tools, the lords of the Demon Realm realize that the ritual had malfunctioned. The Demon Child was…incomplete. Equipped with the Manuscript of Forbidden Secrets and the ability to control Karma, will Huan Yi mature into the overlord needed by the Demon Realm to conquer Heaven, or will he fall to the Righteous Path experts’ attempts to convert him into their very own savior? Join him to find out. Author Alert: This story was written by a wonderful psychopath, for wonderful psychopaths. You've been warned.

Demonic_Paradise · Fantasi Timur
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203 Chs

Cleaning up Blood Karma (Final Part)

One moment, mother and son were the jewels of the Huan clan, favored above all others. The next, they became corpse and cripple. With just two sentences, Huan Yi had turned the entire power dynamics of the royal family upside down, putting all royal relatives on their toes.

Zhao Ji was at a loss, unable to comprehend how her mediocre son had turned into the invincible overlord standing before them all.

"On your knees. Eyes looking at the ancestral tablet." The Demon Child maintained a calm and mild-mannered tone. But the Huan royals didn't dare delay, all dropping to their knees but keeping their eyes fixed on the tablet.

Huan Yi made a grasping motion, and prompted by an irresistible impulse, Zhao Ji crawled forth, prostrating herself at the Demon Child's feet. But though awed by the Demon Child's might, Zhao Ji didn't shake, as if after the five years of endless torture she'd spent in Zhao, nothing could touch or frighten her.