Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Villain

dissolves into nothing. This is what I wanted. In my past life, I was a victim. I was the pathetic, low-ranking omega who got backhanded into a concrete pillar and left to rot on a narrow cot in the infirmary while Willow sat softly in the sun, protected and adored. I hated Asher for his cruelty, but I hated Willow more. I hated her gentle smile, her soft voice, her fake innocence that kept everyone blind to the rot beneath it. I am a villainess. I have always known what I am. I didn't come back to this second life to be a hero, or to save the weak, or to live a quiet, peaceful life in the lower ranks.

The man with curly brown hair replied shyly. Gotcha. I can’t help but smirk at the success of my bait. “Oh my! Really?! How cool is he?! Can you tell me more about it?” I asked them excitedly as they started to match my mood. "My lady! You just can't imagine how amazing Duke Vel Lavite is when he swings his sword!" "He looks so scary and powerful when he cuts the enemy's heads off!" I bit my lip inwardly behind the fan to stop myself from laughing. Dude, you should discuss these things with a noble lady. How terrified would they be when you speak about killings and blood?

“Care to elaborate?” “You should ask him yourself,” Zeki replied, which we all turned to Wilt. “If I remembered correctly,” Li said, “Wilt can produce swords.” Our leader shrugged. “I might be a war brave.” “War braves can pop up their gods’ personal weapons,” Rad said while making himself a cocktail on the table. “But they don’t create swords out of their body like some human factory.” Wilt heaved a sigh as he conceded, “Fine then, so what if I’m a sword brave.”

“Cain, keep the others back! She’s mine.” Cain hesitated for a heartbeat but obeyed, rallying the remaining forces to hold the line. Dorian charged at Vendetta, his claws glowing with golden energy as he unleashed a flurry of strikes. Vendetta countered effortlessly, her movements fluid and unyielding. Their battle was a clash of light and darkness, each strike reverberating through the forest.

“Worth every penny. This is what I paid for.” “Now this is entertaining. I support her as the female lead.” “This story’s falling apart. I’m out.” … I lifted my head and looked straight at the comments. Next— It’s your turn. A loud crack. Static. The screen flickered violently. Then— The comments disappeared. “Rogue system locked.” “Illegal livestream platform shutting down.” The deviant system had been captured by the main system. The stream was permanently terminated. And the viewers who had participated in malicious comments?

Power I can feel the amount of power he has, that's a lot but to bad for you I am stronger He was running towards me really fast. He jumped to attack me but before he got the chance to touch me I created a vortex around me that blew everything around me. The lycans that were there were sent flying far away from the battle but...my vortex barely touched him... WHAT? noo... don't tell me.... my powers refuse to hurt him, WHAT THE HELL!! "my powers may refuse to hurt you but my sword won't think twice before hurting you" *growls*

I quickly spun around, bringing my sword down with all my strength toward his golden helmet. *CLANG!* The metallic sound reverberated as he blocked the strike with his blade, sparks flying between us. "I’ve heard you’re one of the best warriors, making many Alphas submit to you, conquering entire packs. They say you’re so cruel that you don’t even spare orphans and widows, taking women to make them your sexual slaves. I admit I’ve been looking forward to this fight!" Valentim snarled, pushing my blade away and countering with a brutal kick to my torso.

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

“Whatever I am.” “A hybrid,” she told me. “Something thought to be impossible. Both brethren and human in equal parts. This is a battle that will be ongoing, for the one prophesized to end the slaughter. I believe that the destiny of that person, of you Daethie,” she corrected herself. “Is to patrol our lands against this invasion, to fight them off and protect our people. To end the slaughter of innocents by wielding Rivyn’s sword, your sword,” she smiled, her eyes dropping to where I wore Intuin Desparen strapped to my hip over the pretty blue dress.

It’s all here, everything I expected. Weapons. Kyren is known for being one of the best on the market. It is expensive for sure but top-notch quality. I can’t fault the man for that. Six million dollars is what I’ve offered. A fair price for the kind of arsenal we’re talking about. As I glance over the inventory, I know this deal is necessary, but it doesn’t mean I have to like the guy. I’ve never been one for small talk or fake friendliness, especially not with people who know too well how much power I hold. They always want something from me, and I’m not interested in handing over anything more than what’s strictly business.