Scum Villain Self Saving System Donghua Novels & Stories

This scene looks so depressing that I want to make it more depressing for humans who will return here later. Scrunch. Thump. So he could see his deceased friend before he died, I dragged his body right below the body of his dead friend, which is sure to ignite the fury of his comrades and family. In spite of this, he smiled. Weirdo. "Thank you" "A stupid human would that thanks someone who killed their friend and themselves." I did not receive a response. [You have defeated level 101 Evans Green] [Experience gained] [Skill Gained: Growth]

Fear tightened her chest as she clutched a nearby pan, her grip trembling. The bartender, relentless in his pursuit, closed in on her, suspicion etched across his face. He was certain that Georgina was involved in something illicit. Just as he was about to confront her, Georgina's fear gave way to a surge of adrenaline-fueled desperation. In an act of self-defense, she swung the pan at the bartender, striking him across the face. A loud clang reverberated through the kitchen as the pan made contact. The bartender recoiled in pain, momentarily disoriented. It was a brief window of opportunity. Georgina wasted no time. She turned and made a break for the back door, hoping to escape the impendi

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“Bolton, drink from me.” “No!” “Bolton, please. You’re barely breathing and heartbeat is faint.” “You’re an idiot, Sasha. You vowed to protect...” His hand cover his mouth and coughed violently into it. His skin was coated in his own blood, his strong masculine body so weak and fragile. “I saved my children, my pack, and you. Drink from me!” I demanded. He shook his head no, placing a hand to the ground and slowly stood to his feet. His massive body swayed and eyes rolled back.

The forceful impact landed squarely on the villain's chin, shattering his mask and revealing a battered and broken face. The villain was sent hurtling through the air, propelled by the sheer force of the blow. In a swift and calculated move, Dante sprang into action, shooting a grappling hook to intercept the villain's trajectory. With precision and agility, Dante managed to catch the unconscious villain mid-flight. The momentum threatened to overwhelm him, but he fought against it with every fiber of his being, struggling to contain the erratic movement. Max and Leo swiftly joined the fray, coming to Dante's aid. They secured the villain and swiftly fastened handcuffs around his wrists befo

Scar sits up, realizing her trick failed, she starts bargaining, “Give me a good reason why I have to do it.” “You are giving him two billion dollars, and you don’t even want a thank you from him?” Silco answers with a question. “Nope, I’m THAT generous,” Scar fakes a smile. Silco laughs at her capricious tantrum, teasing: “Well, I’m not. I want my money spent with the beneficiary acknowledging it.” “I’ll acknowledge it!” Scar pleas, “You are doing this for me, no?” “Okay,” Silco complies with her plea, smirking: “So you are saying, it’s YOU who wants to save Sebastian Knight, not me?”

And I would do it again. “Like I said before, I only saved an innocent,” I said. “Is that now a crime among gods?” A low hum spread through the chamber, the sound of the Council’s displeasure. Pillars of flame rose in a perfect circle around me, and from them stepped the Elders—ten silhouettes carved from light. "Quick reminder Damian, you are a Blackthorn, Thorns don't save, Blackthorn is meant to kill. why then did you save?"

"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.

She dug the novel out from beneath a stack of correspondence she'd been using to bury it, dust gathering faintly along its spine, and sat with it open in her lap for the first time in nearly two weeks. *The Villainess's Ruin.* She'd read it once, in her old life, curled up with tea gone cold beside her, treating it as nothing more than pleasant escapism before bed. She read it now with an entirely different kind of attention, searching each page for anything she might have skimmed past the first time, anything that might connect, however loosely, to a name like Renshaw.

For once she prayed to all her gods to send someone to save her and that was the time of acceptance. She heard a faint pop pop sound and both of the goons fell on her. She screamed in panic but the weight was lifted off her as soon as possible. “Nooooo. Leave me. Let me goooo. I don't have any money…. Noooo”. She was fighting back with the adrenaline rush, not looking at her savior. “Caterina, hey, open your eyes. It's me. Hugo”. She felt someone patting her cheeks slightly but she winced at the pain it caused.