Scum Villain's Self-saving System Novel Novels & Stories

Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him. "So Scar is a villain, I like that, I'm sure you know this by now, I love villains. I identify as one."

] [CORE CONNECTION: UNSTABLE. [HOST SURVIVAL RATE: 35%.] Evelina stared at the number. Thirty-five percent. After everything she had done, it had barely increased. “That makes no sense.” Lucien glanced at the screen. “What?” “My survival rate.” Evelina's eyes narrowed. “I defeated Alice's first scheme, destroyed the Holy Temple's nexus, took Castle Iron-Clad without a siege, captured Cedric, and discovered the royal blood pact.” She looked toward the ruins.

He deserved to feel this pain, he deserved to suffer… He needed to repent… A bitter smile spread on his lips as a fresh wave of hunger twisted his stomach… It still couldn’t match the pain that he felt in his heart, which was infested by guilt, pity, self-hatred, and was slowly edging towards self-destruction. The moment Vivian heard that Sandilo is injured a strange fear engulfed her. She didn’t even wait for Grandpa to complete his conversation. She transformed into a wolf and bounded like a lightning towards the Bloodmoon Cottage. The scent of petrichor was like a balm to her frayed nerves. She found herself calm down visibly as she neared the cottage.

“You think this is funny?” I grinned. “Oh, I know it is.” His anger boiled over. He whirled around, motioning for his men. “Then we force them out.” And then—because Victor was, at his core, a selfish, egotistical bastard—he did something that shocked even me. He grabbed Savannah by the wrist and yanked her forward. Hard. “If the barrier won’t let me in,” he sneered, “then maybe it’ll let me in if I make a sacrifice.”

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

The increase was permanent and would make every subsequent action he took cost more, Karma-wise, than the same action would cost someone who had not inherited the accumulated debt of a bloodline the System had decided to suppress. He was operating under a penalty that compounded with every choice he made. The novel had mentioned this. Chapter 4 of Volume 1, in a passage about why villain-blooded nobles rarely advanced past Silver tier even when they survived long enough to accumulate the experience that should have pushed them higher. The System weighted their actions more heavily. Their Karma debt grew faster than their Karma gains. They hit advancement walls that other Awakeners never enco

“You feed on her.” “She writes. You circle,” another added. “Vulture man. Always at the edge of the page, waiting for the Author’s soul to starve itself enough to fall into your mouth.” Corvin’s jaw clenched. “I did not make this grave,” he said. “I did not build this world. The system did. With her words, yes. With others’. But do not mistake my presence for ownership.” “You always do this,” the villain said. “Find the Key. Promise them you’ll save them. Drink their pain like wine when you fail. Repeat.”

Reyn's hand fell to his side as he glared at Zale. I stood between them, all three of us naked. Ahhh, two hot male leads, with huge—no, no, no, two hot male leads are fighting over me, this is a dream, I thought, giggling mentally, but keeping a worried facial. But I am the villainess here, isn't this occurring too fast? Trust should be hard to build. But this is a fictional world; anything is possible, I thought, my head turning from side to side, swooning over the muscular bodies.

Over time, he let his guard down. I was only a child. I was a child without a father’s protection or a mother’s love, and a child who could only survive by keeping his head down. My mother changed too. After my father died, she became a different person. She stopped going to the office. Every day, she locked herself in her room and stared at their photograph. Sean took advantage of it. Step by step, he seized control of Everdusk Group. He pushed my mother aside and replaced the company’s executives with his own people.

"Give me something sensible, Ducky, because right now, you look like a murderer hiding the evidence." "I was trading them!" he screamed out, the raw confession ripping from his chest as his whole body began to shudder. "There's a group of rogue scavengers living down by the old dairy block past the outer ridge. They have tobacco, and real sugar, and... and they promised me they’d find an old pre-war leather jacket. A real officer's coat. Just like the one Korr wears. I just wanted to look like a real soldier, Edal. I wanted the commander to look at me and actually see someone useful, not just a kid cleaning the grease traps! I'm a thief. I'm a stupid, selfish thief, but I am not a killer. Pl