Scum Villain's Self Saving System Characters Novels & Stories

(I hate veggies) 4 days... I have been thinking of a way to get food for 4 days straight. I somehow thought if dying would be better than being stuck in this hell hole. I can't think straight anymore and the hunger is making it worse. Above that, my status... [Species: Newborn Imp] HP: 29/50 DEF: 15 ATK:4 (Weakened) [Skills: Scavenging*, Iron claw*, Sprint*, Play dead**, Stealth***]

I rub my thighs together, feeling vulnerable and cheap sitting on the silken sheets of this lavish room. I was here to trade off my body for my freedom. My morals, my ego, my self-respect. They were asking me to get up and get out of this place. To reject him, but I knew I couldn't. He will find me and burn me alive. When a mate rejects another, the one who is rejected has to suffer the pains and his/ her wolf weakens in response to it. Some rejected mates even die.

A place Malcolm built in secret, it's basically a storage facility. Everything they find is stored here and given out to the dozens of rogue members hiding out around the parklands. These crates are the reason most rogues are still alive since the lands are getting harder and harder to hunt with the continuous patrols and the human hunters roaming around. There's always some threat. While Malcolm is the mastermind of this operation, my dad is the designated healer. Rogues with severe injuries come here to get fixed up before they can go out another day to risk their lives. My Dad is a big asset to this place and everyone loves him.

"The enemy density here is insane. There are hundreds of Scourge NPCs flagged inside these old warehouses. What's the bounty for clearing a zone this big?" "Ten million standard credits," Vance said quietly. The room went dead silent. Leo practically choked on his apple. "Ten... million?" Leo stammered, staring at the corporate liaison. "For one map clear?" "It is an extremely high-priority target for the developers," Vance said, his pale blue eyes locking onto Ren's. There was a strange, cold intensity in his gaze that hadn't been there a moment ago. "The Scourge AI in this sector has... mutated. The algorithms are learning too fast. They are building physical barricades. Hoarding digital r

At this time, the most important thing was the aura. The one who looked more intimidating would have the advantage in the situation. "Okay, let's see how fast you'll get humiliated." The scion smiled contemptuously. After all, they often played these games at parties. Someone without a wealthy background like Ember should not be good at these games. The first game was archery. The scion started first, shooting arrows one after another with the bow in his hand. After shooting arrows three times, he obtained a high score of twenty-seven points.

I think I should also be selfish. So I saved him from being caught by the police, and instead got him into the hands of the mafia. I told him, “My friend, I'm sorry, but I'm scared. They were going to beat me to death and wipe out my family.” Next is what he has to take. Alva has become my role model, I want to be like her. I haven't read novels for a long time, because Alva doesn't like reading novels. In fact, following Alva's habits has made my life so much better, no one will look down on my family just because of poverty anymore.

“I simply saw the actions of everyone around me. Most of the people who saved girls were men. I'm just defaulting to that.” “Actually in the countless stories I read. The male lead usually has a kind heart. And will often help those with unfortunate fates, thereby creating many complexities, and promoting the story to become complicated. Often the very lucky male lead will meet a lot of benefactors or will easily find good things for himself or even those around him who also benefit from the infection.” Phedra Elizabeth was simply lost in her thoughts. “I don't think your thinking is correct. If you are seriously injured. I will tear her to pieces and will help you, save you even lose my own

the list goes on. Current Survival Rate: 0.8% Emergency Protocol Initiated. Complete your first mission within ten seconds or face a dramatic death. At least it won't be as disgraceful as your first death. Don't worry. Your first mission will be hot. Emergency Detection Complete... Host's IQ: Acceptable. Host's Luck: Catastrophically Terrible. Host's Mouth: Excessively Reckless. Overall Evaluation... Congratulations! You are perfectly qualified to become this world's most hated villainess.

RESOURCE DISTRIBUTION EFFICIENCY: 72% Evelyn kept counting bandages, forcing her face to remain neutral until the notification faded. The wording stayed with her. Settlement preservation. Not personal survival. Not combat efficiency. Not inventory expansion. LUS was changing focus again, or maybe she was only now beginning to understand what it had been preparing her for. In the beginning, the System had rewarded staying alive. Food. Supplies. Space. Points. Simple things. Now it was measuring how well she preserved other people. That realization unsettled her more than she wanted to admit.

Nana quickly covered her mouth. " Sorry your highness, I got carried away. hehehe." " Is nothing. And beside, am named Zach by the way." " Huh?" " Nothing! You still seem hungry, am going to asked maid to bring more dish for you." Nana: * nodding head really hard.* System assistant: ( Host?! the villainess had never answered in such manner. She always had her head down and looked sad and gloomy as the weather; So what do you think you doing?! The world cousiounesss may detect you, and game end!"