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The Villain's Side Of the Story In The New Plot

I find myself in an unexpected role - the villain. It's a realization that dawns upon me, and I must admit, I never saw myself as the hero. Deep down, I carried a sense of responsibility for the resentment and animosity people harboured towards me. Perhaps I truly wasn't as kind or benevolent as the protagonist. Yet, I can't fully embrace the label of a villain. It perplexes me to awaken one day and comprehend that everyone else, including those I was prepared to protect at the cost of my own life, perceives me as such. To add to the weight of this revelation, fate has bestowed upon me an immense burden—the task of saving humanity itself. The irony is not lost on me. As a villain, it is not my duty to preserve the world. However, to whom should I entrust this responsibility? Should I leave it to the protagonist, whose primary pursuit seems to be amassing a personal harem under the guise of luring beauty? The very hero who possessed the most potent cheat codes yet failed to fulfil his duty in the end. This same hero seeks to safeguard our enemies simply because they currently reside in a state of peace. Ah, the mere thought of that hypocrite, convincing himself that he desires control to protect the innocent, ignites a fire within me. Sighing deeply, I come to a resolution. Yes, I will undertake the task of saving this chaotic world, but I will do it on my terms. Those who dare cross my path shall soon comprehend why the world itself deems me a villain. [This revised novel, a departure from my debut "The Villain Side of the Novel," introduces an alternate plotline where Fray persists in the struggle for the throne. The narrative unfolds on a previously unexplored continent, a departure from the original setting, providing a fresh and intriguing starting point.]

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killing The NightGaurd

In the shadowy confines of a dark hallway, eight golden figures, their bodies shimmered with an ethereal light, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Each warrior wielded a weapon unique in shape and glow.

The monstrous adversary before them was a grotesque tapestry of dark fury. Its limbs were gnarled and massive, resembling the twisted boughs of ancient trees, and its carapace was a mosaic of impenetrable armour. With each strike from the golden warriors, sparks flew, but the beast remained unscathed.

Amidst the chaos, one warrior's spear found itself ensnared by the creature's limb. With a sound that echoed like thunder through the hall, the beast flung the warrior against the stone wall. The impact resulted in an explosion of light, and the warrior dissipated, leaving behind a lingering glow.