Scum Villain's Self-saving System Novel 소설 & 이야기

Jana lowered her head and contemplated about Vivien. "After the COO feature turns off, our Ai will talk less and the data will start to cut off a little. At first I hated it, but in time I realized that as a villain's lackey, it doesn't matter if I search for them or not. The settings and the right conditions will soon lead me to them naturally. By the will of the game itself. When the villains sought for help, the circumstances will lead me to them eventually. However, the villains' as well as the protagonists' role are the vital parts of each mission. They needed to be aware of each others' move. Or else, they would be erased without knowing that the opponent has won the round."

The man tried to cough as metallic liquid filled his mouth but Scar clamped his hand over his lips and nose, cutting off his air supply. Benjamin shook and writhed as Scar continued to cut and demolish his mouth. Scar had always believed the worst way to die was drowning, and he was going to make the man drown in his own blood. Removing the blade, Scar stabbed the metal into his eye with a smirk. Jax felt sick to the stomach watching the Satan work but he'd never admit it, especially when Vice was there. As Benjamin's movements ceased, Scar removed his hand and sat on his knees. Blood covered his hands like gloves as he moved to wash the dark liquid off of his fingers at the small sink in th

He could also pass for being a pathetic villain too. Naturally, from the little I know, Jonas is far from Pathetic. But if he were the villain of our unpredictable story, why would he save my life? Not once or twice, I stopped counting at three. Or was there a fourth time? Since I was dirt poor to afford a television, I had relied upon comics books to give me the same thrill and I had never read about a villain who acted the same way Jonas was. He even killed someone affiliated with the Council for my sake.

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

It is used solely to serve the story’s character arc, themes of identity and survival, and dramatic tension. Characters in this book may display dark, immoral, or emotionally complex behaviors. This includes betrayal, manipulation, power struggles, violence, and intense romantic or physical relationships. The presence of these elements does not indicate that the author condones or promotes such actions in real life. They are included as part of the fictional experience, to explore the emotional and psychological impact of surviving in a dangerous and unpredictable world.

As a result they were put on a pedestal by normal humans which allowed them to turn into self-serving scums who think they can do anything as long as they can save some people, they can make up for being human scum for the rest of the time. It’s in human nature to take advantage of the chaos that befalls others to help yourself. Noah walked up behind Alexander and took a look below at the large group of people and also the man still attempting to break through the gate, he couldn’t control the anger he felt towards the group below, the world hasn’t gone to shit yet and people are already coveting things that belongs to his beloved; he felt himself sinking into his anger and felt it slowly mo

Rose Sinclair’s Room Rose Sinclair sat on her bed, lost in thoughts that felt too heavy for her small frame. Sometimes she couldn’t help but laugh at herself—how she, of all people, had become a villain-turned-protagonist in a world that wasn’t even hers. “Thank God Grandpa stopped me,” Rose whispered to herself. “Otherwise, I would’ve run away… I’m still new here.” She looked at herself in the mirror. The same face stared back—yet Rose felt like a different person from the inside.

my stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. The guard was standing right inside the room, his hand resting on the armchair and standing right behind him, his arms crossed over his chest with a deadly look on his face, was Viktor. His sharp eyes dropped immediately to the laptop clutched tightly in my hands. "Well, well," Viktor said, a cruel, mocking smile spreading across his old face. "Look what the cat dragged into the wrong room."

For the first time since my family aligned itself with him, I seriously considered the unthinkable. Betrayal. Not out of loyalty to Lyra. Not out of any newfound conscience about the wolves he had tortured or the packs he had destroyed or the mother he was hunting through frozen mountains. This wasn't a redemption moment. This wasn't the part of the story where the villain suddenly discovers morality. This was self preservation. The same instinct that had guided every decision I had ever made, stripped of all the dressing and reduced to its most fundamental form. Survive. Whatever it takes. Whoever it costs.

he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in my very bones. I stiffened, my grip tightening on the rag. I refused to look up at him, focusing instead on a stubborn smudge of grease on the wood. "I'm managing." "Managing," he repeated, the word sounding like a scoff. "You're a hybrid, Scarlett. You don't 'manage' a systemic collapse of your healing factors. You survive it because someone gives you the means to do so."