The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1816: A third one

In a world where countless web novel universes collide, where soldier kings, mercenary overlords, god-tier tycoons, and even demons wage war against each other—where protagonists rise, seduce breathtaking heroines, seize endless opportunities, and battle for supremacy—there is one man who can suppress them all.A man who has finally crossed into another world.When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a young man named Veil Lancaster.“A villain destined to be beaten to a pulp by the protagonist? Am I really just a side character?” Veil muttered to himself.But why should he accept that fate? His father held absolute power, his mother was a legendary business tycoon—what made the so-called protagonist superior to him?Fortunately, at that moment, he successfully awakened the Villain System.One day in the future—“Veil! You crippled me, stole my opportunities, and even took my woman! You damn villain! You’ll suffer divine retribution for this!”A protagonist roared in fury, coughing up a mouthful of blood.Veil smiled gently and said, “I didn’t do anything… This was simply your fate.”“A pawn has only one destiny—to be placed exactly where I want it.”Remember this.I, Veil Lancaster, only wish to be a charming and sinister villain.

Zhou Yu, a reclusive otaku who did not like to go out of his house, was one day forced out of his house by a series of unexpected events.

“Darling, I want…”

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.