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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · Fantasia
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258 Chs

'Good' Man

Iyana let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes. How pointless of her to even doubt Vyan. Even in anger, he wasn't an amateur… right?

"Not this again. Easton, I know you care about me, but Vyan isn't who you think he is. You need to let go of this suspicion."

"You know I care for you?" A self-deprecating smile tugged at Easton's lips. "Wow, that's news. I was starting to think you hadn't noticed for a while now."

Iyana softened a little, shifting her stance. "Hey, we are friends, Easton. You are one of my oldest friends. I know I have been... less than friendly since I lost my memories, but—"

"Wait." He blinked, his composure finally cracking. "Why… why are you talking about the memory loss like it's behind you?"

"Oh, that's right." She waved a hand nonchalantly. "I got my memories back."