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The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 25.2K Views

The Price Of Salvation

In the quiet town of Eldridge, where stories of old lingered like rain on dry earth, lived a boy named Nathaniel. At just twenty years old, he was not an ordinary teenager; he had a deep curiosity about the unseen world—the spirits and energies that lay just beyond what we can see. Many nights, he would lie under the stars, thinking about life’s mysteries, the ideas of good and evil, and the balance between light and dark. One evening, as night fell over Eldridge, Nathaniel wandered into the woods that bordered his town. The trees stood tall and ancient, their twisted branches reaching for the sky. He often found peace in this natural space, where the rustling leaves shared secrets and the cool breeze took away his worries. But on this night, a strange energy filled the air—a tension that made him uneasy. As he walked deeper into the forest, Nathaniel came upon a clearing glowing with an eerie light. In the center stood a figure wrapped in shadows, its shape shifting like smoke. The air buzzed with energy, and Nathaniel’s heart raced with fear and curiosity. He had read about spirits that could grant wishes or give power at a price but never thought he would meet one. "Welcome, young seeker," the figure said in a soft voice that slipped into Nathaniel's mind. "I am Zareth, a being tied to realms beyond your understanding. I have watched you closely, sensing your desire for knowledge and power." Nathaniel stood still, captivated by the figure's presence. "What do you want from me?" he asked softly. Zareth laughed, a sound both charming and chilling. "I offer you a pact—a deal that will give you great power for seventy years. You can shape your future, command forces beyond your dreams, and influence those around you. In return, when the time comes, I will claim what is mine: your body and soul." The weight of Zareth's words pressed down on Nathaniel. The thought of having power was thrilling; he pictured himself as someone important—a hero or even a ruler. But deep inside, doubt crept in. Could he trust this shadowy figure? What did it mean to trade his soul for power? Sensing his hesitation, Zareth leaned closer, his form swirling around Nathaniel. "You want knowledge, don’t you? You wish to understand the world? With my gift, you will unlock secrets hidden from mortal eyes. You will be admired and feared." The promise stirred something within Nathaniel—a tempting call that echoed in his heart. He imagined standing tall, commanding storms and bending fate to his will. The fear of losing himself felt distant compared to the excitement of potential. With a mix of fear and excitement, Nathaniel reached out to Zareth. "I accept your offer," he said, sealing his fate with those words. As their hands touched, an electric shock ran through Nathaniel’s body, igniting every nerve with raw energy. A dark symbol appeared on his palm—a mark binding him to Zareth’s will. In that moment, Nathaniel gained power but also became vulnerable; he had traded his future for fleeting desires.
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TPV: The Price of Zero

"If a man is never born, is he dead? If a thing is never seen, does it exist? If a name is never spoken, does it carry meaning?" I do not ask these questions to be answered. I ask them because no one dares to. The universe is built on the arrogance of definition. Numbers, laws, identities—shackles that are forged in language, in memory, in time, or this theory that lingers in our brains called collective consciousness. But what of the spaces between? The void? Reality? The things that exist outside knowing, outside the gaze of men and gods? Or does it not exist at all? If so, how are we speaking about it? Paradoxical isn’t it? He was such a thing. A presence without a name. A shadow cast by nothing. Or nothing cast by a shadow? If history is a river, he was the drought. If men are measured by the weight of their deeds, he was the absence of gravity itself. He did not belong, not in this world, not in any world, because he was not of the world. Not forgotten. Not ignored. Not erased. Simply… he never counted. And yet, in the nothing, he saw everything. The weight of unspoken thoughts. The blood behind unshed tears. The truth in silence. The universe was full of things unseen, of wounds never given words, of horrors never given shape. And he understood. He understood that nothingness was not the absence of being, but the absence of limitation. He understood that a thing untethered by perception is a thing without chains. He understood that the moment a man asks, "What is the shape of nothing?"— —he has already begun to see it. The idea of liminalism or being liminal. He experienced it and it drove him not to insanity, but sent him spiraling into the depth of the abyssal word of all what it carried of meaning, something much much beyond than mere insanity, something that can not described with words, because it is not a reality, it is something simply…...beyond. Saying he was insane would be an understatement, mind you. And once seen, it can never be unseen. The world had built itself on the assumption that zero was empty. That nothing had no weight. That absence held no consequence. But they were wrong. Zero was the abyss between all things. The wound that preceded creation. The foundation of every lie called "truth." And the price of zero… was everything. As such, because he lost everything, He gained everything. 1 extra chapter = 2 powerstones
ItismeIndeedsoObey · 657 Views
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