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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · 奇幻
分數不夠
257 Chs

Flawed Family

It was nearly midnight, and the camp had fallen into a serene quietness, with most people tucked in for the night.

"Vee, your arm looks as good as new," Celeste chirped brightly, her eyes crinkling with warmth as Vyan strolled into her tent with his usual laid-back demeanor.

"Yes, Clyde's potions worked wonders." Vyan flashed a faint smile as he settled into her rocking chair, while Celeste stayed perched on the edge of her bed, leaning back with a contented sigh.

Her keen gray eyes took in her nephew, who seemed to be lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. "What's going on in that head of yours, Vee?"

Vyan relaxed, folding his hands in his lap and shutting his eyes. "Tia, why is it that Duke Preaton has no clue about my mana capacity? You said you knew from the start, didn't you?"