Scum Villain's Self Saving System Characters Novels & Stories

I struggled, but I was nothing in their hands. “Jayden!” My father lunged forward, but the scarred man blocked him. “Relax, Mr. Talon,” he said with a smile. “As long as you cooperate, we will not touch him.” “What exactly do you want?”

Zhi Ruo rambled on with no signs of stopping. "Consort Feiyan, is literally the reason he could even become emperor, now he is being one sided because some new ass's father could help him expand his territory. Tch, he is worse than scum." {Novels are written this way because readers like a cold, strong, motionless main character with goals only to be at the top turning a blind eye to what's really happening around them. Such stories sell well that brings about the creation of abused cannon fodders to make the plot more dramatic. Host would be able to deal with these kinds of trashy main characters once she starts her mission, and this esteemed being is ready to back her up all the way.} The

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

He clutched the drives to his chest, his knuckles white. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice barely rising above a whisper. A figure emerged from the smoke-filled doorway, silhouette framed by the flickering emergency lights. It was Vane, a scavenger leader who had spent the last decade tearing the city’s scraps from the fingers of the desperate. Behind him, a dozen armed survivors pushed forward, their eyes wild with hunger and the promise of power. "The core," Vane said, his voice a gravelly rasp of ambition. "We saw the light go out, Nikos. We know the power is dead. Give us the drives. We can restore the grid. We can rule what’s left."

proving that the X gene may be influenced by other genetic factors yet to be discovered. For such Beastmen, their feral nature is in something of a controlled state. They can explode with beastlust and seek a worthy blood sacrifice at any point in time while maintaining a shred of their sanity. What good is a shred going to go you might ask? Well, it does a lot. A shred of control over one’s self in a crazed state is enough to save one from the pain of killing one of their own. A shred of sanity can also allow one to intelligently look at situations and consider the better option in a fight. After all, instinct is never enough - the Undead have proven that to us several times. Imagine what

Scarlett commanded, turning to the vampire. "Are you insane?" Valerius grabbed her shoulders. "That’s raw stellar energy! It will burn your meridians to ash!" "I don't need to hold the energy. I just need to use it as a signal booster," Scarlett said, her voice dropping into a cold, absolute authority. She raised her jade brush, the tip trembling but resolute. "The Creators think they are the only ones who know how to hack a system. I'm going to show them what a 'Soul-Invasion' looks like."

He knew that he would be murdered if he refused to yield to the Elysium Gate. Darryl nodded and turned to the Ten Villains. "What about you guys?" All of them had a unique appearance, which was interesting. Oldest Villain One was an overweight man with a chubby face. He had a striking five-inches long scar on his left cheek. Old Villain Two looked smart and refined; he had a striking appearance. Old Villain Eight was the most interesting one. He had an afro, and he was as skinny as a twig. He looked like a living feather duster from a distance!

STR 4 AGI 4 DEX 4 MEN 5 CHA 5 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL PREDICTION - USER CAN PREDICT THE ENEMY MOVE, SPECIAL ITEM SHOULD BE USE (EYE GLASSES) CAN ACTIVATE FOR X AMOUNT OF TIME --------- ART VINCENT BALAYO ACID BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 5 AGI 5 DEX 5 MEN 3 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL CHANGE TO ACID - USER CAN CHANGE PROPERTY OF ANY WATER TO ACID/ LEVEL OF ACIDITY VARIES TO X AMOUNT ---------- RAYMART SONGCUYA POLLUTION BONE FRAME LVL 1 MANA 100 STR 4 AGI 4 DEX 4 MEN 2 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL SMOKE SIGNAL - USER CAN SUMMON SMALL SMOKE SIGNAL ABOVE --------- because of this sudden discovery the hope in our heart becomes more stronger

I had underestimated just how shameless they were. She continued, "Each of them is built like a tank. It's the end of the world. Why would they settle for taking orders from you? Even if you have all the money in the world, what does it matter?" It hit me all at once. Victoria was right. In the apocalypse, no one wanted to be under someone else. The man whose arm had been snapped on the first day cursed beside her. His resentment was obvious. "Stop wasting time talking to him. I say we break the door down right now. I'll cripple him myself and throw him out to the zombies."

"Why? I wanted to ruin your perfect reputation! Make your best friend a cuckold! lose someone he cared about. I even thought about making him raise my child! Ha! I wanted you to feel guilty forever!" Dr. Percy took a deep breath, his voice caught in his throat. He stared at Connor, shaking his head as he stepped back behind the others. Connor's eyes flashed with disbelief: "You... won't save me?" Dr. Percy said bitterly: "You always act without fear of consequences. It's time you learned to face them." At Carl's signal, the men moved. Connor, a racing driver, was fit and held his own at first, but quickly tired. He grabbed Annie and jumped on his motorcycle, trying to escape.