Villain Of My Own

I was a chained dog in my past life, condemned to death for biting my own master. Society turned a deaf ear to my pleas, and justice remained ever so blinded. Nevertheless, it was a life filled with pain and suffering, leaving me with little interest in continuing. So I willingly gave up my life. However, after my demise, I found myself reincarnated! To my surprise, I was reborn into the most powerful house of the empire, in the grandest manor of all Everhart. I had become a prince in the great Everhart Empire. But wait….. I am a bastard? Who cares? I am rich, I will live this life lazing around!!! But In the situation where his brothers and sisters were constantly at his throat, and the fight for the throne was ever so intense, can he really do that? In this world of sword and Magic, where Sword masters roam and Great Magicians run wild, the tale of the Emperor’s bastard son toward the path of the Supreme Ruler is about to begin! Follow him as he encounters the trials and variables in these unknown lands….

“Please… don’t kill me!” My voice trembles as I stare at the two people standing in front of me, my own brother and my wife, the woman I love more than my life. “Why…?” I whisper, my throat dry. My brother smirks and she avoids looking at me, as if I mean nothing to her. That silence… it breaks me more than anything. I step back slowly, but my foot slips near the edge. Panic rises in my chest as I realize where I am the cliff behind me, the darkness waiting below. “No…” I murmur, but it’s too late. A sudden push and I fall. The wind roars in my ears as my body drops into the abyss. Fear grips me, but stronger than fear is the burning betrayal inside me. My eyes shut as darkness swallows everything. They think I die that night But I don’t, I survive and I change. Years pass, and Now I return to the same world but I am no longer that weak man. I am something else… something darker. The city fears my name. The underworld bows before me. Power runs through my veins. Money, influence, control everything is mine now. And I don’t return alone. With a mysterious princess, beautiful yet dangerous, her secrets as dark as my past. She understands me in ways no one ever could. This time, I don’t beg. This time, I don’t fall. Because I am no longer the man they betrayed… I am the nightmare that has returned for revenge.

They buried me with thirty-one bodies that weren’t mine to carry. I let them. Four years of silence. Four years of small and quiet and almost human. Then I walked into Roy’s house and read his death like a page from a manual I wrote with my own hands. That was their mistake. They didn’t just wake me up. They gave me a reason.

I, Sebastian Falk, was an entirely insignificant and struggling line cook until a grotesque, mutated beast shattered my diner window to eat me alive. Right as its massive jaws snapped toward my face, I awakened the Predator's Kitchen System and slaughtered the terrifying creature with a heavy cooking skillet. The world had suddenly integrated into a brutal apocalypse where the highly toxic flesh of these new monsters was completely inedible to normal human survivors. My unique system allowed me to perfectly purify that deadly corruption and cook the monster meat into magical meals that granted immense physical strength and rapid healing. Instead of running out to fight in the doomed streets, I barricaded my ruined restaurant and started serving high-tier combat rations to desperate mercenaries in exchange for their protection. I hired a poisoned giant to work as my bouncer and recruited elite hunters to track down massive boss creatures so I could harvest their rare ingredients. My magical food made my restaurant the absolute safest sanctuary in the wasteland, which quickly attracted heavily armed warlords who wanted to enslave me for their own armies. I completely refused to let anyone take my kitchen, and I used my system to forge my culinary tools into deadly weapons to butcher anyone who threatened my territory. If you want to survive this apocalyptic nightmare, you have to follow my strict rules and pay for your meals with valuable monster cores. I am going to build an impenetrable fortress around my dining room and establish myself as the ultimate authority in this ruined world.

Immortal Emperor Dao was tricked into believing that capturing the wheel of time and space would fulfil his longtime wish of having children and a Dao companion of his own, but he ended up losing his original body, and his soul travelling through space into Earth possessing Old Ye who has eleven grandchildren. "Grandpa, I lost my job because my Boss instructed me to tell you to sell the Old Ye property" "Is your boss tired of living? Don't work for him, a Boss like that isn't even worthy to be the shoe carrier of Emperor Dao's grandson" "Grandpa, My husband's family want me to divorce my husband because I couldn't give birth to a child" "Is just giving birth to a child, I will give you a pill that you will give birth to triplet, are they worthy to be in-laws of Emperor Dao? They should be burning incense to their ancestors for getting such an undeserving opportunity" Heaven above and Earth below, who can make prideful Emperor Dao lower his head?

Cedric Rivers has always escaped into his sketchbook — drawing deadly worlds, monstrous games, and a darkly beautiful villain named Baran. But when heartbreak drives him to throw his journal into a strange halo-shaped bin behind school, his fantasy doesn’t just vanish — it comes alive. The next morning, a red storm rolls over Alder High, sealing 500 students and teachers inside. The gates slam shut. The classrooms twist into battlegrounds. And a familiar voice welcomes them: “Welcome to the Survival Game.” Every game demands a sacrifice. Every rule is written in his ink. Now Cedric must face the twisted world he created — and the gorgeous, terrifying game master who calls him Creator. To survive, he must play. To win, he must destroy the story he once loved — before it destroys everyone he cares about.

My name is Peter, and I used to believe the Alliance’s propaganda. I wore their armor, commanded their elite Vanguard, and bled for a peace built on lies. Then, they ordered me to wipe out an entire colony of "discards" innocents whose only crime was resisting corporate rule. I refused. So they branded me a traitor, slaughtered my squad, and left me for dead in the freezing vacuum of deep space. But I didn't die. Now, I’m putting the armor back on. Not for glory, and not for the Alliance. I’ve hijacked their flagship prototype, rallied a crew of desperate rebels, and turned their own weapons against them. They think they can hunt me down, but they forgot one thing: they engineered me to be their ultimate weapon. They wanted a war. I'm going to give them an empire's execution.

"We are entering a different world, a world where our marriage no longer fits. How do you want people to see me, having an Ex-Convict by my side? Oh no! Just take this check and get the fuck out of my sight. Your presence irritates me," Niçholas Loughty served jail time for his wife, where he encountered a mysterious old man. The man, recognizing Niçholas potential, imparted medical knowledge and martial arts skills, and appointed him as his sole heir. After three years, Niçholas now inheriting the world's largest company, sought to return to his wife, but was met with divorce papers instead. His wife, now a renowned CEO, feared that Niçholas reputation would tarnish her own success.

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

He did not know his own background. He had been cast out by his family in the Divine Realm due to a defect in his meridians. However, everything changed when he began living in a world without cultivation. After witnessing his aunt being humiliated, carried a burning desire for vengeance, which led him to obtain a system of fortune that would make him an unrivaled god. “Wherever my feet stand, not a single person can disturb me!”