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To be a Villainess.

NO SMUT. I was murdered by the two people I trusted most—my fiancé and my stepsister. Sickly, powerless, and foolishly kind, I couldn’t even fight back as they stole everything from me. As I lay dying, regret was the only thing I had left. I thought of all the stories I once loved—tales where villainesses lived boldly, took what they wanted, and never begged for love that would betray them. I wished, just once, that I could be like them. Then a voice answered. "Congratulations, host. You’ve been chosen for the Villainess System." When I opened my eyes, I was no longer the girl who died. I had been trandmigrated into the body of Seraphina Helene Valemont, a woman feared, powerful, and destined to fall—into a world of magic and nobility Armed with a mysterious system. The nobles who scheme, the royals who manipulate, the enemies hiding behind smiles—I will outplay them all. Love? Trust? Mercy? I’ve already died for those once. This time, I will be ruthless. This time, I will survive. And if the world insists on making me the villainess — Then I will become the most unforgettable one it has ever seen. That is exactly what I wished for right. ********* Please support me in anyway possible. 100 power stones= 2 extra chapters. 20 golden tickets= 3 extra chapters. 1 Magic Castle = 5 extra chapters in the span of 2 days. 1 Golden Gachapon= 10 extra chapters in the span of 3 days (I know this may be too much but I'm just dreaming here.) I will be uploading chapters 4 times a week. Thanks for your understanding
Mich_ella_ · 297.4k Views

Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

Everyone has heard the cliché tale. A peaceful race on the brink of annihilation. A desperate prayer. A hero summoned from another world to save them from extinction after a long, brutal war. That was exactly what the demi-human continent expected. Elves, vampires, beastkin, lamia, centaurs, fairies—every race born from mana—were falling, cornered by the advancing human empire. Their magic was gone. Human revolution was unstoppable. Extinction loomed. So, as legends dictated, they performed the ancient summoning, thinking hero would appear. He would lead them to victory after years of hardship, countless battles, and dramatic sacrifices. A long, epic struggle. Or so they thought. Instead, the hero they summoned—Luca—looked around, cracked his knuckles, and ended the entire war in two days. Two Days. No grand campaign. No final stand. No glorious, drawn-out saga. The human armies retreated on their own, terrified of whatever monster the demi-humans had summoned. And the demi-humans could only stare. Their savior. Their conqueror. Their headache. Because once peace returned… Luca started doing whatever he wanted. He trained elves to fire AK-47s with machine-perfect precision and forced vegetarians like them to eat grilled meat. He crafted wheel-chairs for mermaids so they could roll across land like smug aquatic empresses. He gave dwarves dynamite 'for better mining' and immediately realized he had created a worldwide hazard. He used salamanders as living barbecues, insisting it was 'efficient ecological heat usage.' And if that wasn’t already disastrous enough, there was more. The goddess who sent Luca down had given him a second mission: To act as the continent’s ultimate breeding bull and repopulate every demi-human race. When he casually announced this, the entire continent went silent. Elves froze, vampires panicked, mermaids tried to roll away, and slime girls melted in shock. At that moment, every tribe realized one thing— They absolutely regretted summoning this Hero. — discord.gg/Fb3hY3Nfbj
AGodAmongMen · 1.3m Views

I Became The Wrong Prince

The moment I opened my eyes, I realized that I wasn't dead. However, I was no longer in my own world. I wasn't in the underworld, any kind of heaven, or a strange afterlife. I was inside a novel I had only heard about in passing. It was a fantasy story that my subordinates always talked about. It was the story of a regular person who entered the body of the 12th prince and embarked on a journey to become heir to the throne of the Emberfield Kingdom and, eventually, the hero of the world. Throughout that journey, the 12th prince encounters mystical creatures who become his allies, assembles a motley crew of warriors, forms alliances with various kingdoms, fights against an evil organization intent on destroying the world, and even becomes the hero known to everyone across all three continents. Whenever my subordinates updated me on the story, I often heard them jokingly wish they could get hit by a truck, enter the book, become the 12th prince, and finally live out such a fairy-tale-like story instead of suffering in the real world. I always laughed and told them that the more they wished for it to happen to them, the more likely it was to happen to somebody else who didn't even want it, so instead of wishing for nonsense, they should get back to work. And as if my words were a curse- When I died, I was the one sent into the book. But the problem was… I wasn't sent into the body of the 12th prince who becomes the hero of 3 continents! I was sent into the body of the illegitimate 13th prince, an EXTRA who died within the very first chapter that had been summarized to me. As I stared at the king, the queen, concubines, and half-siblings, all wishing for his death, I only had one thought. Once I made it out of this situation, I needed to amass enough money and power to protect myself, figure out why and how I had been brought into the story, and live a peaceful and fruitful life away from all the incidents that were sure to happen if I couldn't find a way home. As for what would happen to the kingdom and the rest of the world? It had absolutely nothing to do with me. Let the 12th prince handle it just like he had in the story. I planned on living my own life.
SummmerDaze · 11.5k Views