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Villain: Conquering The World With My Army Of Beautiful Bandits!

[Warning: Mature Content and a ruthless, villainous, badass mc!] Kael Draven was once the feared leader of an underground mafia empire. A shadow ruler who pulled the strings behind the scenes. But power comes at a price. Kael learned that the hard way when a bullet pierced his ear, and his trusted ally betrayed him, bringing his life to an end. Bang! As his empire crumbled and his body hit the cold floor, all he could think was, ‘What a pathetic way to go.’ Instead of hell, Kael woke up in a far more dangerous world, with a body stronger than ever—youthful, shredded, with muscles for days and an ego that could crush mountains. His title? Master of the Crimson Maw. He now led a bandit group that had angered a mysterious force and been wiped out—except for one survivor: a strong, silent gladiatrix who wanted nothing to do with him. To make things even more interesting, his body bore a glowing tattoo that whispered in his mind: “Bond. Through body. Through soul.” But Kael wasn’t one to back down. He didn’t like losing. So what if his base was a dilapidated shack? So what if his army was just one extremely voluptuous warrior? Kael wasn’t here to play small. He was going to turn this ragtag bandit group into a force feared by all, with a harem of deadly beauties who would bow to no one but him! Welcome to the Crimson Maw. Where the training is brutal, the beauties are overpowered, and the only thing more dangerous than an enemy is the bandit king himself. Let the grind begin! ….. [WPC 25 Entry! Support guys!] Additional Tags: #Territory Management. #Strong To Overpowered. #Antihero #Badass Mc #Shrewd Mc #Tight Plot
DungeonHunter · 72.2k Views

The Author's Promise: 100 Battles To Return Home

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.
Druna_Forever · 7.1k Views