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Heaven-Tier Villain: Upgrading Heroines with 10X Rebate Sharing System

Not all heroes wear capes. Some just wear green hats… handed to them by the woman meant to be theirs. He was the Son of Heaven. The golden boy born to win. Carved by fate. Raised by adoration. Crowned by destiny. People called him the future. The light. The chosen. And she was his—on paper. She stood beside him in crowds, called him her fiancé, smiled like every dream was coming true. But behind closed doors? She trembled beneath me. Body bare. Eyes glazed. Voice breaking into whispers no one else would ever hear. “Be gentle... I-I don't know if it's wrong to love someone else..." Someone else? I am the Heaven-tier villain… woman. While she cried out into the pillows, her ass bouncing under my grip— her sweet little destined partner was lying cold in a gutter somewhere, clutching his own blood like it meant something. > [ Son of Heaven Eliminated — +60,000 FP ] Was this story just about the suffering of Son of Heavens? So the thing is... She stood beside him now, hands folded like a perfect bride-to-be. The engagement stage was dressed with a freshly third-rate villain, using his internal voice like a charm to break the plot and claim the heroine for himself—just as a typical villain's ruse should go... He waved at them all, chest puffed, fresh off some generic victory— having just wiped out a ‘third-rate young master engagement-breaking scene with his smart brain’ like it meant something. His internal monologue spilled into the world like a prophecy: "I’ve defeated that mercenary king at this engagement-breaking plot. Now this heroine is mine." But sigh… even being a villain, how can someone be so naïve? He didn’t even notice the way she clutched her stomach occasionally. Didn’t question the warmth in her face or the faint flush in her skin. Didn’t see how her thighs pressed together ever so slightly under that pristine white dress. Because while he stood there, bloated with pride— my seed was already bloating her womb from sheer volume. Thanks to the long white bridal dress, it hid the dripping white fluid all over the floor. Not that it would have fallen—given how tightly she clenched her inner walls just to keep a single drop from escaping. While all along, my tiny genes were still racing— to be the first to touch the egg of heaven. > [ Event: Impregnated Heroine of Destiny — +80,000 Fate Points ]
A4KL · 4k Views

Rebirth of the Villain

[AUTHOR NOTE, REFRESH YOUR READING LIST, CHAPTER 45 TO 53 UPDATED AND FIXED] [Author Note: Vol 2 has started, NTR, CUCKOLD AND TABOO] All fictional characters are above 18 [WARNING THIS NOVEL IS A SEX NOVEL WHICH INCLUDES SEX CONTENT] Arthur's head hurt like crazy as he woke up. He kept his eyes closed, rubbing his temples and feeling a super comfy bed under him - definitely not his cheap mattress back home. "What the hell...?" he mumbled as he finally looked around. He was in some rich person's bedroom with a fancy four-poster bed and red silk sheets. Sunlight came through pretty stained glass windows, making red patterns on the marble floor. Everything screamed royalty - fancy mirrors, portraits of hunting scenes, and even a painting of a barely-dressed goddess that seemed to be watching him. "How did I get here?" Arthur wondered, getting out of bed. "I definitely drank too much at Mark's party last night" The last thing he remembered was almost getting hit by a car while crossing the street. Looking in a mirror, he got another shock. He didn't look like himself at all! Instead of being skinny with acne scars, he now had muscles, clear skin with just one cool scar on his jaw, with a reddish brown hair, and green eyes. "Damn, I'm hot," he said, touching the scar. For a moment, he remembered his old life. He pushed up his glasses. Kids made fun of him. Jessica laughed at him when he asked her out. "Like I'd be with a loser like you," she told him. Suddenly Arthur realized what was happening. "I've been transported to another world! Just like in those stories online!" He spun around excitedly. "I must be someone important here. This is gonna be so cool! Watch out, fantasy world, your new hero has arrived!" Right then, blue text appeared floating in front of him: [System Starting Up...] [Host Found: Prince Arthur Lionheart] [Soul Check: Person from Another World] [Magic Type: Incubus Powers Activated] "Incubus?" Arthur asked in shock. "Like, those demons that seduce people?" [That's right. Your family's magic has changed because of your Earth soul's hidden desires. Congrats on finding your true potential.] "Can I change it? I want to be a cool battle wizard or something!" [Not possible. Your soul has permanently connected to the Incubus powers. Accept it - your charm is your weapon, attraction is your shield.] "Fuck," Arthur groaned. [Exactly. The more sexual intimacy you have, the stronger you'll become.] Arthur's eye twitched. "Very funny. Just... tell me what I can actually do."
Fairylord7 · 89.6k Views

Level 1 to Apex: My Monster Templates Defy Reality!

Veyne came from the life of sewer rats. The world saw him as a failure. He called it belief. Others called it stupidity. Either way, it was the only thing he had left. Even at rock bottom, Veyne never stopped believing in himself. Betrayed by his lover and brother, treated as a burden, and forced to slave endlessly in the game to chase his dream—he endured it all. Though late, his obsession was finally rewarded with an opportunity. But the sewer rat in him was too weak to hold onto it. He had fought the world and lost. Actions have consequences. And when he failed in the game, those consequences caught up to him, leading to his death. But the universe wasn’t done with him yet. Given a second chance, he returned to a time when the game had already been out for two years. This time, he rushed to obtain the Template Wilder class—the very class that led to his downfall. One of the game’s rarest hidden classes, the Wilder class, allowed him to switch into different forms based on the monster templates he possessed. An overpowered ability—but it came with a fatal catch. A hidden template forced him into the form of an ancient baby creature, one so cursed that players, monsters, and even NPCs would hunt him down. If he died in that form, his character would be permanently deleted. In his past life, he underestimated the class’s dangers. And the world tore him apart for it. This time, it wouldn’t be just hollow belief. This time, he’s not here to survive—he’s here to dominate. No emotional ties. No second chances. The entire game is his enemy, and he will crush anyone who stands in his way. He failed once. He suffered. He died. He was erased. Not this time. This is the beginning of his legend. The era of Veyne Draven.
Champsing · 95.9k Views