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Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?

There’s a trend infecting stories lately—all because of boys reading these stories rather than men. Villains who think being "dark" means having dead eyes, a tragic past, and a dick that solves all problems. They get betrayed once, and suddenly it's their life's mission to destroy the world—or worse, emotionally blackmail heroines in the name of “revenge.” Slap on a black coat, stare at walls, say something like "love is weakness"—and boom, readers start calling them “deep.” But let’s be honest: > They’re not villains. They’re just edgy losers with a god complex and a hard-on trying to satisfy the inferiority of their readers. Some of them turn so cold, they forget why they started. Others get so lust-drunk, they think sleeping with a heroine is “domination.” That making her cry is “control.” They think power is measured by how many women they can ruin. But really? > They’re just boys trying to look like men. Just like their followers who are the boys who hide their masculinity inside a woman's virginity. They go around in the review section asking if the women of the main character would be stolen and all... giving it fantasy names like NTR and all nonsense. As if they want to scream their fear out. "Please don't, I hate it... because I am a gay who doesn't even have the confidence that my woman will remember me once she gets someone better...." one of the loser’s internal thoughts. They don't want their puny hearts to be crushed. Their masculinity is so weak that it crumbles the moment they think about some other man having the women they love and her forgetting those boys for the men. And they just project that weakness of themselves in their main characters, thinking that just like them, their main characters should be weak, should be a fantasy monger who hoards women like trying to hide the incapabilities of those followers who never in their life would have held a hand of a woman. Harem has now become a way to satisfy weak audiences who feel more women mean more security for their hearts. Forgetting that Harem in truth means the masculinity is so HUGE that it needs an ocean of FEMININE to hold. Tch, not like the boys with breakups and fear of being cucked will ever realize. They treat fantasy as escape and character as their way to feel that they are men. So, naturally, to have such a huge amount of followers, authors are forced to pour the density of such books holding such weak characters in the form of the cold MC who collects harem, manipulates one or two, fucks around, and finally satisfies readers until they feel bored and drop the book.... Because to those followers, they themselves realize in the long run that the story isn't satisfying even if the villain is the same cruel man. So why? Simply because they were until now reading kind boys wearing the mask of a man, and acting as a villain. Their MC, just like them, doesn't even know themselves, their needs, and what their inner soul wants... not understanding that... Fucking a woman doesn't make you her god. Breaking her spirit doesn't make you a king. And calling yourself a villain just because you were too weak to heal? That’s not power—that’s coping. And for followers—that's doping. Real villains? They don’t whine. They don’t treat women like checkboxes or trophies. They don’t mistake lust for legacy. > They don’t need to act cruel. They are cruel. Calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence. They don’t need to chase power—they embody it. This story isn’t about a guy who gets played and suddenly thinks he’s entitled to vengeance sex. This is about a villain who doesn’t.... Ah, screw this shit. Just read the story already!
A4KL · 18.7K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1.1M Views

The One That Mends A Broken Heart

[From the stories of Azuden0, Volume 3. Revelation, the Downfall. Chapter 2, Darkness's Uprising.] Achan Allare has spent his life running from his father’s legacy. A man once revered as the greatest Babaylan, a Spiritual Healer, whose supposed miracles once inspired awe. But Achan knows the truth: his father was no miracle worker. The power that once made him legendary had long since withered, tainted by the abuse of such power. Yet, unwilling to let go of his status, his father continued the illusion by using him. Forced into the role of a vessel, Achan became the façade of his father’s failing power, paraded before desperate souls who clung to false hope. And when the deception finally caught up with them, it cost his father his life. Now, Achan lives a quiet, ordinary existence- free from superstition, free from manipulation. Until they come. An influential family, desperate enough to believe. Taken against his will, Achan is thrust into a world he vowed to leave behind, commanded to take his father’s place and restore the health of their company’s sole heir. He refuses. He knows the cost of deception, knows the ruin that comes from clinging to fading miracles. But when he uncovers the truth behind their illness- a Curse that shouldn’t exist, that spreads suffering beyond its victims. He finds himself unable to turn away. With his freedom slipping through his fingers, Achan faces an impossible choice: fight against the truth he never wanted to reveal or embrace the very deception that destroyed his father- before it destroys him too. Bound to the heir through forces beyond his control, he must unravel dark secrets, confront the specter of his father’s past, and decide whether to wield a power he never asked for. But with danger lurking in the shadows, the question remains. Will he escape, or has he already been claimed by the legacy he tried to outrun? Azuden0 All Rights Reserved Book cover done in Canva, photos from Pinterest. Started: April 26, 2025 Ended: June 08, 2025
Azuden0 · 26.2K Views
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