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Villain Awakening: Rising to the Strongest Dragon God

[ Locked: 40k+ Words ] Name's Julien Moreaux.. I died of terminal-illness at twenty-four. Woke up as the villain. Not just any villain, Auryn Ignisar, Third Prince of the Dragon Empire. The one who gets betrayed, broken, and executed in Chapter 47 of a web novel I'd read twenty times while dying---Yeah some mad re-read value...I know! Well, here's the thing: I remember everything. Every assassination. Every artifact. Every traitor wearing a loyal smile. The Hero who's coming to "save" the empire by putting a sword through my chest. But I'm not the original Auryn anymore. I have a System that sees through lies. An SSS-Rank Talent that lets me CREATE from nothing—weapons, techniques, power itself. And I have zero intention of following the script. Root out the spies? Done. Claim legendary relics before the Hero does? Already moving. Outmaneuver two older brothers who'd sell me for a political advantage? I'm three moves ahead. My province is dying. My wives don't trust me. The Empire thinks I'm weak. Good. Let them think that, while I rebuild everything from the ground up, not into what it was, but into something the novel never saw coming. Dragons inherit thrones. I'm going to forge mine from the ashes of a fate that was never mine to begin with. [ Please support with Powerstones, Golden tickets and Gifts.. it helps the story reach others (my goal) ] Tags: Transmigration, Villain Protagonist, System, SSS-Rank Talent, Dragon Transformation, Multiple Wives, Anti-Hero, Overpowered.
NullExistence · 52.2k Views

Bastard’s Dominion

In the glittering shadows of a corporate empire, Evan Cole was the invisible son—the bastard heir hidden behind lies, scars, and silence. The Cole family built their fortune on secrets and blood, and Evan was just another loose end to tie up. At the annual gala, his father Victor raises a toast to "family." The champagne tastes like death. Poisoned. Betrayed. Heart stopped in a marble bathroom stall. Evan dies alone, twenty-three years of being the ghost finally over. But death has other plans. [Foreign neural interface detected.] [Nano-Intelligence Protocol initiating.] [Host condition: Terminal.] [Emergency authorization: EVAN_COLE_001.] NEXUS awakens in his veins—a self-evolving nano-system buried deep in his blood, forged in shadows the Coles never knew existed. It repairs his shattered heart, sharpens his senses to razor edges, floods his body with unnatural strength, and whispers one cold directive: Survival. Then Dominance. The family that tried to erase him now faces a predator they created. Julian’s smirk turns to terror. Victor’s empire starts to crack. Nora Thorne, the rival with eyes like slate and secrets darker than his own, watches from the sidelines—ally or hunter? Evan is no longer the discarded heir. He’s the glitch in their perfect system. Every upgrade costs something. Every kill feeds the machine inside him. And as the hunger grows, so does the question: Is he still human… or has the family finally birthed the monster they feared? In a world of chrome, betrayal, and corporate gods, one man will burn it all down. From the fighting pits to the penthouse thrones—revenge isn’t personal. It’s evolution.
Emmanuel_Franklin · 4.7k Views

Martial Arts to Immortality

Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts. But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder. Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper. Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training. Should a year’s time fail, then two years. Should two years fail, then a decade. Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium? Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world. Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body. Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists. Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space. In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world. With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!
Herdboyplayflute · 13.1k Views

Aeons Eater

Timothy Strife just wanted to pay rent. Living in the shadows of Astral City—a world literally split in three by the cataclysmic "Rapture"—Timothy spent his days dodging his landlord’s "Sacred Valley" guilt trips and his nights trying to ignore the fact that his father went to "buy milk" and never came back. In a world where your worth is determined by the "Gacha" pull of a Beyonder, Timothy was a nobody. A commoner. A glitch in the system. Then he accidentally ate a billion-credit Myth Tamer. Now, Timothy isn’t just a student at the prestigious Mythica Academy; he’s a Class T: Rapture Entity. The System doesn't just call him a hero—it calls him a predator. He doesn't just summon Legends; he recycles them. After his stomach turns the legendary King Arthur into Althea, a gold-clad knight who is far too pretty for her own good, Timothy realizes his "Design" is fundamentally broken. When he "processes" a legendary enemy on the school’s dueling field, he spits out Lu Ae—a female, silent version of the world’s most savage general. With a growing "harem" of recycled historical legends, a bloodline name—Reach—that has the shadowy Obsidian Hands hunting him, and a hunger that can only be satisfied by consuming the very myths the world worships, Timothy has a choice: Be the hero the Academy wants. Be the disaster the world fears. He’ll probably just choose whichever option keeps his tuition paid and his stomach full. After all, the design is very human.
Eden_Connor · 8.1k Views