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Villain : Conquest

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis: When I was alive, I was just another name on a serial killer's twisted list—who targeted mens of culture. Death should have been the end. But instead, I woke up in the dark, chaotic world of Saint's Odyssey, a fantasy novel I'd once read with disdain. This isn't just any story. It's a world where the so-called "hero," a two-faced hypocrite, uses his charm and manipulation to set off a chain of events that will destroy half the world. As fate would have it, I’ve been reborn into this world—not as some mighty warrior or divine savior, but as a nobody. No golden destiny. No god-given blessings. Just my wits, my will, and a grudge big enough to tear this narrative apart. The gods, the villains, the heroes—they think they hold the pen to fate. They think they control this story. Well, they’re wrong. This is my story now. And I won’t stop until I’ve rewritten every line. Watch as I shatter the hero’s image, unravel the gods' schemes, and conquer this world they thought was untouchable. Let them call me a villain—I’ll wear it like a crown. In a tale where every battle is a step toward conquest, and every betrayal is just another play in the game, one thing is clear: I didn’t choose this war, but I’m going to win it. Where the rules don’t matter, and the script is mine to flip.

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97 Chs

Chapter 66. Unusualness...[2]

Third Person's POV...

The golden light of the setting sun bathed Fers Domain in a warm, soft glow, highlighting the cobblestone streets and quaint buildings of the market square.

Syra moved through the bustling crowd, her greenish-white hair catching the light like a shimmering veil. Her emerald eyes were sharp, scanning every face as she searched tirelessly for clues about the recent disappearances.

The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on her shoulders, driving her to keep going, even as exhaustion gnawed at the edges of her focus. She had to succeed—Riyan was counting on her, even if he didn't know it.

As Syra rounded a corner near the central fountain, her breath caught in her throat. There, standing just a few paces away, was Riyan. His presence was like a lifeline, a beacon cutting through the fog of her weariness.