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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
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MYTH ZERO

Before the first god drew breath, before the first myth was told — there was only the Void. And the Void was afraid. Kael Voss is nobody. A man without legend, without lineage, without purpose — until the day a rift tears open in the middle of his city and something ancient steps through, hunting for a power he doesn't know he carries. Buried within his soul is the First Spark — the primordial energy that existed before creation itself, the very force that caused the Void to fracture into ten divine civilizations, each one a different answer to the same primal fear: What are we? And why do we exist? Now those civilizations are dying. One by one, the Ten Strata of Existence are collapsing, and the gods of Egypt, Greece, Mesopotamia, the Norse realms, the Hindu cosmos, the Chinese heavens, ancient Persia, the Mesoamerican skies, and the Canaanite depths are either falling into madness — or being consumed entirely. Something nameless is moving through the foundations of reality, something that was never born and never created, something that simply refused to end. Kael is pulled across the strata, forging impossible alliances with gods who despise each other, absorbing the essence of mythologies that should never coexist, and slowly becoming something that has no name in any sacred text. He is not a hero chosen by fate. He is not a demigod blessed by lineage. He is the only being in existence who carries the one thing every god, every monster, and every dying civilization needs — and the one thing that the nameless force must destroy before all of reality can be unmade. But the deeper Kael travels, the more a terrifying question takes shape: the nameless enemy at the heart of the Void is not evil. It is not malicious. It is afraid — the same fear that built every myth, every pantheon, every god in the first place. And if Kael destroys it, he destroys the reason every civilization ever reached for the divine. If he saves it, he becomes something far more dangerous than any god that ever lived. MYTH ZERO is an epic cross-mythological fantasy spanning ten divine realms, a thousand years of forgotten cosmic history, and one man standing at the exact point where every story humanity has ever told begins — and ends.
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