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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.]

Fri123 · Fantasia
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77 Chs

Leaving The Challenge

Moment Ago...

The darkness was thick and suffocating, hiding everything from sight. But in the shadows, something lurked. A figure darker than the night, with blood-red eyes that pierced the gloom. It stared at the faint light that seeped through a crack in the wall, where the dark beast had been howling and slaughtering warriors moments ago. Now it was silent, as if waiting for something.

Under the red eyes of the dark entity, suddenly, hundreds of glowing runes swirled and danced on the beast's skin. They looked alive, pulsing and writhing like worms. The monster's dry flesh twitched and crawled as if trying to escape the arcane symbols. But the monster did not flinch or scream, although it felt all of it.

The runes grew brighter and faster, reaching a climax of intensity. Then they faded and vanished, leaving nothing behind. The red-eyed entity sighed. It was another failure. Nothing had changed. Nothing had happened.