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The Villain's Side Of the Story In The New Plot

I find myself in an unexpected role - the villain. It's a realization that dawns upon me, and I must admit, I never saw myself as the hero. Deep down, I carried a sense of responsibility for the resentment and animosity people harboured towards me. Perhaps I truly wasn't as kind or benevolent as the protagonist. Yet, I can't fully embrace the label of a villain. It perplexes me to awaken one day and comprehend that everyone else, including those I was prepared to protect at the cost of my own life, perceives me as such. To add to the weight of this revelation, fate has bestowed upon me an immense burden—the task of saving humanity itself. The irony is not lost on me. As a villain, it is not my duty to preserve the world. However, to whom should I entrust this responsibility? Should I leave it to the protagonist, whose primary pursuit seems to be amassing a personal harem under the guise of luring beauty? The very hero who possessed the most potent cheat codes yet failed to fulfil his duty in the end. This same hero seeks to safeguard our enemies simply because they currently reside in a state of peace. Ah, the mere thought of that hypocrite, convincing himself that he desires control to protect the innocent, ignites a fire within me. Sighing deeply, I come to a resolution. Yes, I will undertake the task of saving this chaotic world, but I will do it on my terms. Those who dare cross my path shall soon comprehend why the world itself deems me a villain. [This revised novel, a departure from my debut "The Villain Side of the Novel," introduces an alternate plotline where Fray persists in the struggle for the throne. The narrative unfolds on a previously unexplored continent, a departure from the original setting, providing a fresh and intriguing starting point.]

Fri123 · Fantasy
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77 Chs

Seeking Favour

The dimly lit corridors of the house seemed to close in on Alex as he paced, his footsteps echoing like whispers of secrets. The air hung heavy with anticipation, and the shadows clung to the walls, concealing their own hidden truths.

Having just finished rallying the members of the house and laying out his plans to strike at Elisa, the very thought of her sent shivers down his spine, but he remained resolute. His theory was sound—the disappearance of her companion, the clandestine battle he witnessed—it all pointed to Elisa.

Yet, as he navigated the labyrinthine passages, he couldn't shake the memory of Elisa's raw power. He had witnessed it firsthand, the crackling energy that danced around her like a malevolent storm. Alex kept that revelation to himself; revealing it to the others would only breed hesitation, and weaken their resolve. He needed to end this quickly, as he knew his life was on the line.