Novel & Cerita The Scum Villain's Self Saving System Novel

Her heartbeat quickened. “This face… it feels familiar.” She leaned closer to the mirror, studying every detail. The eyes. The nose. The lips. “I’ve seen this face before,” she whispered. Her mind raced, memories colliding— And then it hit her. “No…” Her eyes widened in horror. “This is the villain from that novel.” Her heart pounded violently. “The Dirty Mafia…” Her breath caught. “And this girl…” Her voice trembled. “Rose Whitmore.” Her knees nearly gave out.

The boy was screaming, his body arching as violet light poured into his mouth. Victor leaned against the wall, his jaw set so tight it looked like it might shatter. He watched the scout’s fur melt away. The claws retracted into blunt, human nails. When Malakai pulled away, the scout slumped onto the cot, sobbing. He looked small. Fragile. "He’s taking the only thing that made us special," Victor whispered. His hand went to his own chest, feeling the heavy, rhythmic thrum of the Alpha spirit. "He’s killing the wolf to save the man. But what's a man worth in 2026?"

Being alone is far scarier than being with someone who’s treating you like a dead person in their head. I decided to go home. When I arrived, the lights were off. Catheryn must’ve already gone to sleep since she has to wake up early tomorrow. But when I opened the door, I saw the TV still on and a dim light coming from the dining room. I found Catheryn leaning against the couch, already asleep. “She still tried to wait for me?” I whispered. I looked at the dining table and saw food neatly wrapped in plastic. Even though she was tired, she still cooked for me. I looked at Catheryn. This woman. I told her I had already eaten, yet she still cooked. Did she know I hadn’t eaten? Or did she just s

I had just slipped into my special doctor's coat when two guards in black rushed me into surgery. The man on the table was soaked in blood, and I knew right away that he was Justin Smith, a powerful tycoon who controlled much of the global economy. I had never met him, but I had heard all the stories about how tough and mean he was, especially to women from Dynastara.

A chant not for her, but against her. “Villainess. Villainess. Villainess.” Seren’s stomach turned to ice. They weren’t wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had just hijacked the heroine’s story. Kael leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, his voice pitched only for her: “Let them chant. A villainess…” His thumb brushed the line of her jaw, possessive and reverent. “…is far harder to forget than a saint.” The System hummed in satisfaction.

A cold numbness swept over me, right from my fingertips into my core. The layered cruelty of this trap crushed my breath. Victoria hadn’t just built a cage; she’d created a system where survival and surrender were exactly the same. If we fought and won, the system would simply self-destruct and kill Leo. If we gave up, he’d live—but he’d become the living key for a global black market empire.

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

, I remembered the table full of papers, so I asked her, "I came here... Am I interrupting your work?" But what could I do? All I can do when I'm already dead is turn the lights off, turn the books over, and clean up the dust - I'm just now realizing how utterly incompetent I am when I'm dead. Getting more and more anxious and panicked, I suddenly remembered the last time I scared away the man Maleah brought with her, and being sick and incompetent, I planned to do it again by following the same pattern. Turning my head sideways, I used my so-called "power of thought" to turn on the light that had just been turned off by the gentleman. With a click, the living room was brightly lit again. Bu

the man waved one of his guards over and ordered, “That girl, find out everything about her. Nothing should be left out.” “Yes, Master,” the guard bowed and left. Mr. Marcus narrowed his eyes on Saffron and thundered, “Has the cat got your tongue? Speak!!” Saffron quickly nodded and started to explain, “I– I used to work as a chef at the Clintons and one day, I carelessly broke the Madam’s most treasured plates, so I was fired. I had nowhere else to go, so I returned to the orphanage. There, Madam Graham made an attempt to sell me to her friend so I’d get married to his son and give her grandchildren. I didn’t reject the offer because she promised to send my little brother who had sickle cel