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

It was very beautiful. Inside, there were many men who looked like thugs. She instantly knew that they were the underlings Andre had mentioned—some were the new ones his father had contacted for him, and others were the ones who had remained loyal. Holding her hand, he propelled her forward, and she walked slowly, sticking to his side. When they got closer to the men, he said to them, "This is Valerie, the future madame of the Black Scorpion's mafia gang." They all bowed before him and Valerie.

"You abandoned your people! You were willing to risk them all for your own freedom just minutes ago, weren't you? What's changed now?" Tears sprung to Scar's eyes, and she crumpled forward into a broken sob. He was right. She had been willing to let them all suffer because of her selfishness. Even though her conscience had tried to warn her of the misfortune that would befall the Scanthin pack if she abandoned them, she had done so anyway. She was horrible. Wretched. She deserved to the lugged away and made a prisoner. Scar glanced at her friend Hazel, who was still limp beneath the goblins. Her eyes bore into hers, silently begging her not to give in. To not let the goblins win.

He knew that doing this meant betraying Willow, so he kept it hidden from her. In the beginning, he still felt guilty, but as the happiness he gained from his affair grew, the happiness outweighed the guilt, and he chose the other woman. When all his lies fell apart, they had an ugly fight. They insulted and fought against each other so badly that their home no longer felt like one. In the end, they even swore that they would have nothing to do with each other anymore. They got a divorce last month. As the villainess of the story, my mother was insanely obsessive.

Adrian struggled for words. "That's monstrous." "Welcome to politics." Cassian's smile was bitter. "Still want to save me? I'm not just a tragic individual, Elian. I'm the living symbol of a persecuted people. Saving me means standing against your entire kingdom's worldview." I know, Adrian thought. In the original novel, that's why Cassian becomes a "villain"—he's fighting against systemic oppression. But the hero frames it as conquest, and everyone believes him. "Yes," Adrian said firmly. "I still want to try. Because this—" he gestured to the peaceful market, "—deserves to exist. You deserve to exist. And anyone who thinks otherwise is wrong."

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

mercenaries, numerous and well-equipped, attempting to completely suppress Victor and his men with heavy machine gun fire. “Damn it! Victor! You madman!” “Old Scar”—the burly captain with a face full of scars—was hiding behind a crane, roaring madly through a megaphone, “For a ‘dead man’! Is it fucking worth it?! The Council’s ‘immortality’! That’s ‘immortality’!” “Fuck your ‘immortality’!” Victor, half his body stained with blood, changed to a new magazine and fired wildly, “All I know is… debts must be repaid! It’s a matter of course!”

“If I am to fulfill this role. We will not be able to return to the farmhouse, as I need to protect both sides of this mountain.” His eyes returned focus to me, and after a long moment, he nodded his acceptance. “I understand,” he said slowly. “Of course, you will. I will be sad not to return to the farm… Once I would never have wanted to stay here,” he turned slightly to look out over the stronghold. “It was a place of sorrow and torment. But… You saved it when you spoke to my father,” he smiled down at me. “You are a hero, Daethie, and always have been. You will save this land, just as you saved me, and saved my father. Every villain needs a hero, but not every villain gets one. I am… so v

I barely had a few peaceful days before another alert came in late one night. Sharon was outside my estate again. Then again, it made sense. Her system was a Resource Plundering System. She only earned points by stealing from others, unlike me. My Apocalypse Survival System rewarded me for killing zombies and farming crops, which meant I could live comfortably in the apocalypse without risking my life scheming against people every day. And whenever I dealt with one of Sharon’s ridiculous little plots, my survival points only increased further, making my already comfortable life even better.

“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

Lily looked down at him coldly, not a trace of warmth in her eyes. “Cut the act. Do you really think I’m stupid? “Save the excuses. If you’d actually had any self-control, the system wouldn’t have been able to use you in the first place.” Everyone knew the truth. As strange as that malicious system was, it could only fully control people who already had something rotten hiding inside them. Ethan was proof of that. Even when the system managed to influence him for a moment, he snapped out of it almost immediately and held on to who he really was.