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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 · 玄幻
分數不夠
203 Chs

The Car-Shaking Technique (P1/R-18)

"I will admit that…my vision isn't perfect. I dream of a fair and beautiful world, and yet, it's undoubtedly thanks to many of the dark aspects of our society that my Dongfang clan can enjoy the glory, splendor and wealth that it does now. I cannot deny that. But that doesn't change the fact that…I believe in my vision.

I want beauty, and I want fairness. To you folks, it might be the naïve rambling of a pampered girl. But to me, this quest is the guiding principle of my life.

There has to be a way...there has to be a way to make sure that this world is fair and beautiful to all that live in it. I will find that way…no matter how long it takes." In a moment of complete clarity, Dongfang Bai said—pouring out her inner thoughts in ways that neither her dead fiancé nor her close kin could have imagined.