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Lord Farquaad And Gingerbread Man

Villainous Lord and His Knight Prince

Lucias never imagined his life would end like this—lying broken on the floor of an S-rank dungeon, his comrades reduced to lifeless corpses, and the burning agony of Cerberus' jaws tearing through him. He could accept death, but not like this—not at the mercy of an L-grade monster that should never have existed here. Once again, humanity's so-called flawless system had failed spectacularly, and Lucias was paying the ultimate price. As the world faded into darkness, one desperate thought consumed him: "If only I could see how that novel ends..." For years, Lucias' life revolved around one story, an epic saga featuring a legendary hero whose blade felled dragons, demons, and even gods. It wasn't just entertainment—it was his lifeline, inspiration in his mundane ranker existence. He knew the novel's plot intimately, admired its hero endlessly, and longed desperately to witness its conclusion. Now, bleeding out on dungeon stone, regret burned deeper than any wound. But death didn't claim him. Instead, Lucias awoke in a grand bedroom, luxurious yet unfamiliar. Beside him stood an elderly butler, refined in a pristine suit, who addressed him with reverence: "Lord Seth." Reality struck Lucias like lightning. Seth—the notorious villain, fated for tragedy, destined to die at the hands of the very hero Lucias once idolized. Of all people to transmigrate into, why had fate cruelly chosen him to become the novel's detestable antagonist? Armed with knowledge of the future, Lucias resolves to rewrite destiny. But as he navigates treacherous politics, hidden threats, and complicated relationships—including a prince whose fate is entwined with his own—Lucias must confront a terrifying truth: to survive as a villain, he must embrace darkness without losing himself to it.
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Lord of the Steam

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!
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