How To Survive as a Villain - Chapter 166: A Surprise Isn’t A Surprise, An Accident Isn’t An Accident.

The King Of Assassins was a monster that reigned over the world of hitmen for long years. He was the absolute peak that no other being could reach. His name reached the ears of every powerhouse in the world and sent shivers through every human.

Yet, his legend came to an end suddenly when he died in unknown circumstances.

However, instead of disappearing forever, he was given another chance in another world by the goddess of reincarnation. It was the world of an old book that he read back in the time. A world where everything was possible, where humans could reach new heights that were impossible in his old life.

But, this place didn't seem to be normal as it carried a huge surprise that will make his journey seem all the more interesting.

The Goddess of reincarnation wasn't as holy as anyone would think. She was nothing but a twisted being who found a toy to play with. The goddess manipulated the world that he was going to and changed all the heroines into these twisted beings that fit her character. They were all now harboring this unhealthy obsession toward him and trying with all their powers to take him away for themselves.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

Yan Su, the actor with the most green hats in history, was thrown into another world by a chandelier after rejecting his green tea girlfriend.
Just when he was going to show his strength in the new world, he found that he still had N green hats.
Yan Su: ? Am I not the male lead?
No Words to Say System x Thousands of People and Thousands of Faces The Demon King Protagonist→Professional Demolition of Fish Ponds
World One: After the Rebirth of the Doomsday Heroine
I turned against her six remaining gangster boyfriends (Completed)
World 2: The Road to the Queen of Little White Flowers
The heroine no longer has to worry about someone forcibly giving her resources (Completed)
World 3: When the magic nun wants to whitewash
I wash the black for the heroine (completed)
World 4: School bully also wants to go to Qingbei
Cover the vest, don’t drop it (completed)
World 5: Through the wonderful life of the heroine
After breaking up the engagement, the male protagonists want to put her back (completed)
World Six: The Open Life of a Metaphysical Little Celestial Master
Thank you, I am hanging, I ran away by myself (Completed)

Edible Guidelines:
1. The male protagonist is handsome, A and playful, no CP, no emotional drama, there is a problem with the female protagonist in this article, the reason for the setting is not explained, and the three views of the female protagonist do not represent the three views of the author
2. All the worlds in this article are empty, and the party retreats.
3. The author, glass heart, is a primary school student, freeing himself, rejecting human attacks and steel bars, and abandoning the text without notice, you can press the return button.
4. I beg you, collect the author or comment on it, qaq can punch in the card and sprinkle flowers, give the author a little motivation!

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#There are always female protagonists who have three wrong views# #How to counter the enemy boss#

Content tags: Heaven’s Chosen System Quick Pass Through Books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yan Su ┃ Supporting role: Pre-received text: After wearing it back, the villain’s school grass took a fancy to [Chuangshu] ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: What is the use of me wanting this male protagonist?
Concept: Everyone is their own absolute protagonist

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.