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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.

Lone_Raut_ · Urbano
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97 Chs

Chapter 75. First Confrontation...[4]

Third Person's POV...

Riyan stood at the center of the room, feeling the heavy air thick with tension, jealousy, and barely contained emotions.

His chest tightened, but he forced a steady breath. Now wasn't the time to let personal matters cloud his judgment. His friends and companions—all of whom had their own possessive feelings toward him—needed to focus on something far more critical than their emotions. The fate of Fers Domain, and quite possibly the world, hung in the balance. It was up to him to remind them of that.

He straightened his posture, letting authority and command seep into every inch of his stance. His next words were sharp, cutting through the charged atmosphere like a knife.