My Youth Began With Him - Chapter 19: Moving Out

Aether Moirai was never meant to be free.Born from the final spark of the Abyss—a forgotten god’s last act of rebellion—he is the last vessel, a boy whose powers grow stronger the more his mind fractures. Bound by the Codex, a system that can rewrite history itself, Aether is hunted by worlds that fear what he might become.The Infinite Library has always been his home—a labyrinth between worlds where every book is a living realm, and every story is a battlefield. But when the tales begin to warp, birthing monsters and rewriting entire histories, even the Library’s endless shelves can’t protect him.To survive, Aether must step into dangerous books where myths breathe, legends bleed, and the wrong choice can erase you from existence. Each journey brings him closer to the truth of his creation—and the author who penned his fate.He is not the hero of these stories.He is the flaw in every one of them.

Betrayed. Starved. Left to die alone in a world that chewed up the weak and spat them out.Gu Qingran trusted the wrong people, loved the wrong man, and paid the ultimate price.But fate? Fate gave her a second chance.Reborn 30 days before the apocalypse, she refuses to be the naive fool she once was. This time, there are no attachments, no kindness—only power.With the Omni-Alchemist System, she can create weapons deadlier than an arsenal, fortresses stronger than steel, and medicines that could cure or kill with a single drop.While the world slept, she stockpiled.While they wasted time..she built an empire. When the world burned, she rose from the ashes—untouchable, unstoppable and unchallenged.Let the apocalypse come. Let them beg for mercy.Because in this life, Gu Qingran is no one’s prey.She is the storm.

“I... I am a mere villain in a novel!?”A handsome male asked the void but received no answer, his face filled with shock as he awoke from sleep; the date again told him it was the 7th of July 2035, the day his fiancée would ask to break their engagement.Suddenly his mind was assaulted by various memories, strange events and occurrences ending with his death.“What are these memories? Why the hell do I act so pathetically when around these women!?”He rose from the velvet sheets, his tall body standing at the window, wearing nothing but his magnificent, well-trained birthday suit.“Never again! That damn guy can have them all! I quit!”[Supreme Villain System Installing]“NO! I don't want it!”[Error... System rejected by the host!]“Good...”[Supreme Netori System Installing!]“Oi...! No... Stop! I don't want to submit my control and will!!”The handsome male began to slam his head against the solid stone wall, the impact causing his brain to rattle, blood seeping down his forehead.[System.....Error]“I won't submit!” He roared; the morning maid stunned outside his door as he smashed his head against the wall, each blow causing his vision to grow blurrier and his muscles to spasm.[Netori... Error....]“Haha... I won! Screw you!”[Idiot]“Eh?”A sudden jolt of lightning shot from the ceiling, zapping the handsome male's brain as he fell to the ground, his body shuddering in silence.“Ngh!?”[I would never control you... Here, take these little gifts. I'll go mess with those skanks that hurt you][Do your best, Amon]But Amon finds nothing is simple when dealing with years of feelings and supreme beings.Can he escape the fate of a villain's death, or will the deep shackles of his past lives bind him?Watch as he surpasses them all, stepping over other villains like ants and crushing the heroes to become the supreme Villain.

From quiet grind to legacy brew.Jun had nothing—no café, no followers, not even a bed. Just a secondhand kettle and a broken dream.Then came the Barista System.No shortcuts. No instant success. Just slow, intentional tasks... and a promise:Brew. Grow. Endure.Every pour sharpens his skill. Every cup deepens his path.From street corners to pop-ups, from whispered praise to a space of his own—Jun’s grind is just beginning.This is a story of stillness, patience, and the quiet pursuit of mastery.Because greatness isn’t given.It’s brewed—one cup at a time.