Ficool

villain

Douluo: Son-in-Law, Starting by Angering Mother-in-Law Bibi Dong

Ladiao transmigrated to Douluo Continent. Because of the celestial phenomenon during his transmigration, Qian Daoliu mistakenly believed him to be a divine child and betrothed him to Qian Renxue. However, as Ladiao didn't awaken his Martial Soul at the age of six, and Qian Renxue went to Heaven Dou Empire, he became a notorious useless son-in-law in Martial Soul Hall. Bibi Dong: "He's just a useless piece of trash with only a pretty face! Yet he dares to dream of being another Master!" Hu Liena: "Mr. Ladiao always covers his head with plaster, but his physique... Slurp, is very handsome! It's just that he's a bit sharp-tongued, and the way he looks at us is like he's looking at idiots." Qian Daoliu: "Son of God? Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part..." Only Ratio knew that he wasn't a Soul Master, but he was far from useless. He was the Doctor of Truth, and he would use the glory of truth to cure people's stupidity! "Soul Power Fusion Technique? That's just a bunch of fools following trends. Watch my Martial Soul, Soul Ring, and Soul Power, the three-element fusion technique!" "How foolish! Soul Power can be used for more than just crude release and retraction. It can also be used for... Alchemy! Enchantment! Formation! Elixir/Pills!" "I suppose I'll set my sights on getting everyone on Douluo Continent to godhood..." The story of Doctor of Truth. Son-in-Law. Ladiao, begins with angering his mother-in-law...
UIGOD_ · 552.9k Views

Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Julian D’Aurelius was never meant to live. In this world, villains exist for one reason—to fall. They scheme, they rise, they steal the spotlight… and then they die. Betrayed. Abandoned. Erased so the hero can shine. Julian knows this. Because he remembers every timeline. Every backstab waiting in the dark. Every “loyal” ally destined to sell him out. Every romance scripted to end in blood. The moment he awakens inside the body of the story’s doomed antagonist, he’s bound to the hidden Tyrant System—a cold, calculating force that demands one thing: If villains always die… then become the kind of villain fate cannot kill. So Julian reshapes himself. Cruel when necessary. Charming when useful. Untouchable when it matters. He plays the monster perfectly—while secretly tearing apart the threads of destiny from the shadows. But here’s the problem. The more he tries to distance himself from the female leads… The more they drift toward him. The innocent campus beauty. The sharp-tongued heiress. The aloof genius meant to stand beside the hero. One by one, the women who were supposed to orbit the protagonist begin circling Julian instead. And there’s something even more dangerous— All of them can hear his inner voice. Every cold calculation. Every sarcastic thought. Every hidden plan. All heroines hears it all. But Julian has no idea. This is an urban-fantasy battlefield of ambition, romance, power games, and fate rewritten. The protagonist is trying to avoid the heroines. The heroines? They’re slowly falling anyway. And the more Julian resists destiny… The more destiny seems obsessed with him. -------------- Daily Updates – 2 Chapters Every Day Don’t judge this story too early. Read at least 20 chapters before you decide to drop or continue. The foundation is deliberate. The payoff is worth it. I guarantee an addictive experience—strategic mind games, emotional tension, layered characters, and a main character who wins with brains before fists. If you enjoy the story: - Drop a Power Stone - Leave a Review - Send a Golden Ticket Your support directly fuels the story’s growth. If you’re tired of brainless protagonists… If you want a villain who thinks ten steps ahead… If you enjoy tension where the heroine knows more than the hero realizes… Then step inside Julian D’Aurelius’ world. But be warned. In a story where villains are supposed to die— He intends to outlive the author himself.
Saturn_Virgo_777 · 373.5k Views

Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

I died as a hardcore gamer, only to open my eyes in a cultivation fantasy I once played. Not as the hero. Not even as a helpful mentor. or a big villian... But as the cannon fodder destined to die before the first act even concludes. I recognize this world instantly, the sprawling mansions of nobility, the immortal sects hidden in misty mountains, the power hierarchy where cultivators stand above common folk. I've played through this story dozens of times, defeated every hidden boss, unlocked every secret ending. And now I'm trapped inside it, wearing the skin of the game's first villain. My position? The worthless young master of a prestigious family, universally despised yet secretly possessing a dormant bloodline that nobody in-game ever discovered because this character dies too quickly. But something is wrong. Characters are behaving differently than they did in the game. Events are unfolding in unexpected ways. The cold beauty who should immediately despise me seems strangely interested in my skills. The vixen villianess who orchestrated my demise now studies me with curiosity. Is my presence changing the storyline? Or was there always more to this world than what players could see through their screens? With each deviation from the script I memorized, my meta-knowledge becomes less reliable. Yet it remains my greatest weapon as I navigate political intrigue, forge unlikely alliances, and desperately work to awaken powers that were never meant to be unlocked by a character designed only to die. I refuse to be expendable. I reject the role assigned to me. In a world where destiny is supposedly predetermined, I will rewrite the algorithm itself, or break the entire system trying. ---------- All names, places, and deities are fictional and not linked to any real religion or culture.
haytham_ · 1.5m Views