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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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Chapter 78. First Confrontation...[7]

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The air hung heavy with the weight of their victory, the sky above darkened by plumes of smoke that curled like ghosts from the ground, and the acrid scent of scorched earth burned their nostrils.

Around them lay the remnants of a battlefield—broken, desolate, and eerily silent. The vibrant landscape they had once known was now a charred, shattered wasteland, a haunting reminder of the chaos they had endured.

Iris fell to one knee, clutching her side where blood still trickled from a deep wound, her breath ragged. She had paid a heavy price, but she had done it. She had faced Eclipse, the embodiment of her deepest fears, and emerged victorious. Still, the aftermath weighed heavily on her.