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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.
haytham_ · 1.1m Views

Birth Of The Primordial Warlock : I Created An Apocalypse

[ 2025 WSA Entry ] [ Do you search for a dark, mystery thriller novel with blood pumping cliffhangers and psychological effects, then search no more for you have found it ] Welcome to Aarth 62, a world of monsters, mechs, technology and mystic arts, a world of war and despair, a world were magic and non magic are intertwined in the brutal dance of death where one must rise and one must rule, but it doesn't always have to be one of both sides that emerges as a victor. After being transmigrated to this world as a newborn with an unknown race and no identity except his name Lucian Azen Zane, our protagonist embarks a quixotic adventure to create an ideal world for his friends and acquaintances. Despite been rejected by both sides of the Fantasy and Sci-fi world for his unique ability to destroy magic and his infinite magic based system, his initial aim is to restore peace between the two realms. His world comes crashing down during his first era when the human he cherished the most, his first love is brutally murdered right before his eyes by the soldiers of the Scientifically Advance realm. This pushes him down the road of guilt, vengeance and eternal darkness. Will he pull through under the facade of building a better world or will he venture down the path of false freedom hereby creating a disastrous hell for those he claims to care about. [ Genre Bending : Sci-fi, Dark Fantasy, Historical War ] [ Tags : Adventure, Action, System, High IQ, Magic, Dark, Overpowered, Antihero, Military, Advanced Technology, Undead, Apocalypse, Mecha, Doomsday, Mystery ] When Others End Apocalypses He Creates The Most Devastating Apocalypse Of Them All.
Chioma_Emma_Nkpa · 24.8k Views

The 43rd Page

Aha! It is I, Ryx, your rival 'till your last breath! Don't tell me you've already forgotten about me. I mean, sure, the Shadow of Depth haunts us all throughout the Solaris continent, but you should at least try to defy the unstoppable march of forgetfulness for someone as precious as me, eh? Personally, I just hope the Children of The Sun will hurry up and find all the remaining pages and bring back the light with the use of the Little Spark. I've heard that the curse has fully enveloped Solarae, and now its shadows are nearing towards Montumbra and.. Veldoria. Yeah, I'm quite literally SOBBING while writing this letter because of that fact. After all, the Beastman nation means a lot to me, and I don't want it to collapse just yet. Alright, enough about me. How's that sly fox doing these days? I bet he's still regenerating after the fight with that fiery guy. Damn, I never knew someone can be that annoying, can't he just.. stop with his mindless shenanigans? By the way, can we discuss about the absurdness of power the Elemental nation possesses? All we have in our arsenal, of course, is the Radiance and Umbra magic. They obviously have that too, but it seems it wasn't enough for them! To be able to control THE elements of nature? Gosh, I envy them to a point that you can't!..Argh!.. Oh! Speaking of Radiance and Umbra, how's it going with your Equilibri training? You've been always known for Umbra practically leaking out of you, and I'm SO sorry that you didn't have the chance to see my reaction when I heard you began attending Radiance control lessons. I'm sure if not already, you're close to balancing out these two forces... Hmmm.. it seems that I went too much out of topic, giving TOO much needless context which you have already stated that you can't comprehend. Well then, I suppose the merciful old me shall grant you mercy by ending this letter... BUT! Before I'll do it, I'm giving you a heads up that I've trained day and night and strengthened my bond with my Protector, so be ready for a rematch soon! ̷H̷u̷g̷s̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷k̷ ̷ ̷ ̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷ ̷a̷ ̷b̷e̷t̷t̷e̷r̷ ̷t̷o̷m̷ Cheers, Your Rival.
tiactica · 565 Views