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Villain: Rebirth of the Primordial Evil

“Little man, remember these words. Evil is an art, beautiful because natural. Rage, love, hatred, they’re all embellishments. Evil, at its truest, needs no reason beyond the pursuit of self-gratification.” When the powerhouses of the Demon Realm sacrifice a broken boy in an ancient forbidden ritual, they succeed in materializing humanity’s darkest aspects, strengths, abilities, emotions, and desires in the form of another boy, the Incarnation of Evil: Huan Yi. But while the successful incarnation of the prophesied Demon Child should have sparked the revitalization of the Demon Realm, when Huan Yi rejects the Demon Realm’s hopes and expectations to embark on a quest to find the three missing Primeval Tools, the lords of the Demon Realm realize that the ritual had malfunctioned. The Demon Child was…incomplete. Equipped with the Manuscript of Forbidden Secrets and the ability to control Karma, will Huan Yi mature into the overlord needed by the Demon Realm to conquer Heaven, or will he fall to the Righteous Path experts’ attempts to convert him into their very own savior? Join him to find out. Author Alert: This story was written by a wonderful psychopath, for wonderful psychopaths. You've been warned.

Demonic_Paradise · Oriental
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203 Chs

Yue Tianye

Not making favoritism obvious, keeping the balance in the harem…although Huan Yi never denied having favorites, he wouldn't give his lovers and subordinates enough hints to figure out the actual ranking.

But at the moment, it couldn't be more obvious. 

Huan Yi didn't repeat himself, and he didn't have to. The words spoke for themselves—trapping Taotie in a mix of infinite happiness and overwhelming regret. 

'Was it me? Was it because of me? Did master lure and kill Hundun himself because…he was afraid I couldn't do it? 

Master, I know you enough to tell that you relish the thrill of the unknown and the subversion of your expectations. So, you didn't kill Hundun because you were afraid of what he could achieve. But rather...of what I couldn't do.