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Life of a stepping stone - as a villain

When fate chooses you to be a stepping stone, for its chosen son to shine - what do you do in return. Accept it? Wait to die? Hope that the next life will be better? Or fight back. Against fate, against those protagonist, and against everyone. Ali Arya, the handsome and happy young master of the Arya family. The man who had everything - a loving family, a childhood sweetheart, a friend who's more like a brother, and followers who'll not hesitate to die for him. Yet all this love and luxury was only supposed to last until the day he met his fateful enemy - the chosen child of destiny. But as they say, if Good has a God, then the darkness has a devil. And the Devil did found him. [Ding - The Great Villain System 2.0 is here.] [Worry not oh pitiful prey, for I'll turn you into the finest hunter in creation.] [Devil smiles staring at the blind canvas of this planet.] [Paint it red.] From then on Ali started his counterattack against the so called will of the world and fought against all the chosen sons and his enemies. The roles had reversed now. Those protagonists can just be his stepping stones now. As for those heroines, well since these heroes like snatching the girls from others, he shall let them have a taste of what it feels like to be on the other side. To be abandoned and be green'd. ## Join my discord for character arts and discussions https://discord.gg/zFTJsYP7kM DevilDarkness#0506

DevilDarkness · Urban
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Villain vs hero, system vs ...daddy

Few moments ago, from the other's eyes

Kevin, who was going through the biggest emotional turmoil of his life didn't even have time to react as his car was hit time and time again. The uncle whom he had just met and didn't even recognize, never even hesitated to cover for him. Protecting him with his own body, (and others') during the rain of bullets piercing the vehicle.

When the silence reigned, Kevin finally breathed a sigh and looked around, only to witness a sight that made his stomach churn in nausea.

The burly man who called him nephew, the serious looking man with a scary smile who appeared to save him from the dark life of prison and brought him out, was killed right in front of him.

Even in the face of death there wasn't a single shred of him begging for mercy or showing cowardice, his body still on the verge of darkness, smiled at him and showed regret.