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Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

In a world of cultivation, dragons, and other fantastical beings, what happens if a villainous playboy gangster named Wang Jian is reincarnated? Pure chaos! Lin Feng: Wang Jian! How dare you capture my childhood friend and mess around with her?! Su Xian: I-I am with him willingly. Lin Feng: N-No way. You are lying. There is no way you would wear that maid dress otherwise! Wang Jian: It's not just her. Before Lin Feng could understand what he meant, in front of him appeared several women, all dressed in maid outfits. Upon seeing these women, his anger rose dramatically. Many of them were women who used to love him dearly. However, Lin Feng was merely the first protagonist who suffered at Wang Jian's hands. The game had just begun as Wang Jian's wicked desires knew no bounds and he began to target the other protagonists while seducing their women through psychological tricks and forceful methods. ~~ Tags: Male Protagonist, Anti-Hero, Villain, System, Huge Harem, Romance, Action, Adventure, Transmigration, Reincarnation, Imperial Family, Politics, Evil Protagonist, Demons, Unprincipled, Beautiful Female Leads, R18+, Rape, Rape Victims Become Lovers, MILFs, Schemes and Conspiracies, Beasts, Beast Companions, and so on etc. ~~ (A/N: Well, MC returns back to Earth to fulfil a test to become a Godking.) Join my discord through the following link. discord: https://discord.gg/wHXfwGGCV3

Evil_Villain · 東方
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Wang Jian's Solution: Dual Cultivation

The rapid and unanticipated emergence of these formidable adversaries shocked not only the Great Sects but also the small sects. Unlike the Elemental Nexus Immortal Dominion, where the devils had been allies to the small sects, in this realm, it appeared that both the devils and Sea Monsters had no interest in cooperating with human factions.

 

Amid the chaos, human experts from both the Great Sects and small sects clashed fiercely with the invading forces. The very air was thick with the acrid stench of bloodshed, the ground slick with crimson stains. It was a relentless slaughter, and there was no clear victor in sight.