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The Villain's Side Of the Story In The New Plot

I find myself in an unexpected role - the villain. It's a realization that dawns upon me, and I must admit, I never saw myself as the hero. Deep down, I carried a sense of responsibility for the resentment and animosity people harboured towards me. Perhaps I truly wasn't as kind or benevolent as the protagonist. Yet, I can't fully embrace the label of a villain. It perplexes me to awaken one day and comprehend that everyone else, including those I was prepared to protect at the cost of my own life, perceives me as such. To add to the weight of this revelation, fate has bestowed upon me an immense burden—the task of saving humanity itself. The irony is not lost on me. As a villain, it is not my duty to preserve the world. However, to whom should I entrust this responsibility? Should I leave it to the protagonist, whose primary pursuit seems to be amassing a personal harem under the guise of luring beauty? The very hero who possessed the most potent cheat codes yet failed to fulfil his duty in the end. This same hero seeks to safeguard our enemies simply because they currently reside in a state of peace. Ah, the mere thought of that hypocrite, convincing himself that he desires control to protect the innocent, ignites a fire within me. Sighing deeply, I come to a resolution. Yes, I will undertake the task of saving this chaotic world, but I will do it on my terms. Those who dare cross my path shall soon comprehend why the world itself deems me a villain. [This revised novel, a departure from my debut "The Villain Side of the Novel," introduces an alternate plotline where Fray persists in the struggle for the throne. The narrative unfolds on a previously unexplored continent, a departure from the original setting, providing a fresh and intriguing starting point.]

Fri123 · 奇幻
分數不夠
77 Chs

Facing The Fortress

Earlier...

The group stood in awe, their eyes fixed on the ominous fortress across the raging River. The waters beneath them roared like a beast, mirroring the foreboding atmosphere around them.

Sina, her features concealed behind a mask, voiced the scepticism that lingered in the air. "So, sir, you say that the Castle is alive?" Her doubt resonated in the tone of her inquiry.

Fray nodded solemnly. "Yes, the fortress possesses four distinct attack styles. The windows harbour eyes capable of shooting energy beams. Above the walls, the cannons activate only when someone reaches their altitude, forming an almost impenetrable barrier. Beyond the door, resembling a mouth, tens of tall dark tongues emerge when enemies draw near. Yet, because the castle is alive, it can be tired. That's when it unleashes its secret fourth attack. Our goal is to make the castle use it." The weight of their mission hung heavy as they prepared to face the living fortress.

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