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THE VILLAIN'S POV

"When you think everything is going well, the world will flip you the middle finger." __ A successful author. After living an ideal life ... a loving family, amazing friends, a stable job, and a bestselling novel that made his name known across the world .. he suddenly finds himself reincarnated inside his own story, written by his very hands. And worst of all... inside the body of the weakest villain ... Frey. A third-rate villain doomed to die in the earliest chapters. A worthless scumbag with trash talent ... hated by every other character in the story, with no redemption in sight. But he refuses that fate. He rejects the entire world. This author doesn't need the cliché of a second chance — he already lived the life he always wanted. "Spare me the second chance nonsense. One chance was enough. I’m the one who created this world… and I’ll be the one to destroy it if I have to. I will return — to my world… my family… my life. No matter the cost." Driven by a burning desire to return home, Frey begins his journey through a merciless world, one where his fate has already been written by godlike beings. And as if the world hadn’t played enough cruel tricks on him, it granted him a strange system .. one that toyed with him endlessly. Complete knowledge of every event in the novel, and the ability to create any talent or power he wished. They seemed like overwhelming gifts... but were they truly? how far can he go… and what will become of the world he once created? ... ... discord: https://discord.gg/uNrXRgS3Xb
Touch_me2 · 2.9m Views

I Cultivate Using System Exp

On the day of the Grand Sect’s disciple selection, a soul from another world awakens inside the body of a young cultivator candidate. The first thing he does—like every transmigrator in legends—is call for a system. Nothing answers. Believing himself abandoned by fate, he steels his heart and submits to spirit root testing. The result shocks neither elders nor himself: a mid-tier Thunder Spirit Root—not trash, not genius, merely… average. Enough to cultivate, but never enough to dominate a world where monsters are born every generation. And then— The system activates. Unlike the orthodox cultivators who meditate for decades, refine pills, and comprehend Dao laws, his path is brutally simple: Kill. Gain EXP. Level Up. A cold, mechanical interface unfolds before him—stats, levels, skills, equipment, and a boundless shop. Spiritual beasts become experience. Secret realms become hunting grounds. Techniques, weapons, and forbidden arts can be purchased as long as he has points to pay. While others struggle to break bottlenecks, he ascends through sheer slaughter. Accepted into the Sword Hall by an eccentric but terrifying elder, he becomes the sixth disciple among five vastly different seniors—each sharp-tongued, battle-hardened, and secretly protective. Though his cultivation appears slow on the surface, they soon realize something is wrong. Why does his aura grow heavier after every battle? Why do beasts fear him instinctively? Why does death itself seem to feed him? From sect trials to secret realms, from mortal kingdoms to immortal battlefields, the protagonist carves a path stained with thunder and blood. As his system evolves and the heavens begin to take notice, one truth becomes clear: This world was built on cultivation—but it will be conquered by leveling. And when even immortals stand in his way, he will do what he has always done. Kill. Level up. Ascend.
Ismael_Ash · 1.6k Views

Bastard of the Imperial Line: Transmigrated Trash's Prince Act

Kim Woojin, 27, had two talents in life: surviving on instant food, and being unreasonably good at video games. His room was always dark, lit only by a monitor. The floor was a battlefield of empty energy drink cans and snack wrappers. He didn’t go out unless it was to restock supplies—because why touch grass when you can grind levels? The one thing that still made sense to him was . He played it like it was a job, a religion, and a life support machine all at once. When Part 3 released, he pushed through exhaustion and cleared a brutal route, earning a spot among the top rankers. Then the game offered a “special gift.” Woojin, as any responsible adult would, clicked Yes without reading the fine print. He blacked out. And woke up in darkness with other voices around him—panicked strangers who seemed just as clueless. A floating blue screen appeared, welcoming the “Rankers” into the world of . The “gift” was simple, polite, and horrifying: they could never return home. Then came pain—splitting, burning, cell-tearing agony. And then Woojin woke up again. This time, in a luxurious room that screamed wealth and power… while bleeding from a sword wound like a background extra who died in the first episode of a drama. For one glorious moment, he thought he’d won the transmigration lottery. A noble! A young master! A life of luxury, servants, and possibly a harem if the universe had any taste. His new identity was Sepehr Ivor Ashenvale—a name Woojin had never seen in five years of playing the game. Not a hero. Not a villain. Not even a memorable NPC. Just an unknown extra. A bastard of the Imperial line. A half-noble born from a concubine—politically inconvenient, socially disposable, and apparently very stab-able. ————————————————— #No Smut, #No Yuri, #Academy, #Faceslapping [Discord]: https://discord.gg/smHjvT2JF
Sylph009 · 3.2k Views