The Novel’s Villain - Chapter 220

WSA 2025 Entry—Updates on Weekdays#wsa #wsa2025Demon Kings.The Strongest Demons who stand at the peak of the Demon race’s hierarchy.Each one of them wields such overwhelming power that they sit at the top of the Universe’s food chain; among its strongest beings.When the reborn Xaren laid eyes upon the visage of one of these Demon Kings, all he could feel was endless admiration towards the immense power displayed.At that moment, he gained a goal to strive for in this second life of his.He was originally just living to survive, but now, he was living for something else.The path ahead was going to be rocky, riddled with trials, and standing in his way forward would be the many horrors that lurked in the corners of the Universe.But he’s not gonna let that stop him.After all, he’s Gonna Be a Demon King![Check out my other stories from my profile: Godslayer’s Legend, Reincarnated Hero System & Beyond the Bloodline]

“Stop following me!” Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him.“I’m only trying to protect you,” she responded.Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself.”She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving.“Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence.“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

Being abandoned by his very own blood, the world stripped him of everything, his glory, his weapon, his beloved and even his name was taken away. He tried to reclaim what were rightfully his but the people already treated him as an outcast.With nothing left to do, he strode towards the place of no return and as he reached the deepest part by accident, he found a sealed casket with an unusual question engraved on its lid.'If the world's destruction would be put in the palm of your hand, how would it end?'Thousands of choices, hundreds of possibilities, and tens of answers, yet just one of these was certain.“I'll carve it with my enemies' blood,” he uttered underneath the moonless sky.On his hand was a blade made of glass, dripping with a crimson, sticky substance. In an era where war was an everyday occurrence and death was nothing but a mere consequence of being weak, his journey towards the labyrinth of revenge had begun.- - - - -Read at least six chapters and please be prepared to crave the rest. Enjoy Reading!

A poor boy whose parents died accidentally found a mysterious space and set foot on the avenue of cultivating immortals. From then on, he planted spiritual herbs, refined elixir, opened shops, trained troops, and established a fairyland…

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