History at the Library - Chapter 155

In a world where Spirit Summoners bond with legendary heroes to save civilization, I awakened as F-Rank—the absolute weakest.While my classmates summoned knights, saints, and mythic champions, my summoning glitched. The circle turned red, and when the smoke cleared, I was staring at the Tyrant Empress—a Calamity-tier villainess who nearly destroyed the world 800 years ago.Everyone calls me cursed. Dangerous. A threat that should be eliminated.They're right to be afraid.Because the Tyrant Empress wasn't the only one who answered my call.And unlike the others, my strength is forged in pleasure.Through forbidden dual cultivation with my villainesses, I grow without end.My name is Cade Marlowe, and I don't summon heroes.I only summon villainesses.

There was once an immortal cultivator fighting for the fate of human beings. Unfortunately, he failed that time; but fortunately got another chance as he was reborn once more as a human, on the earth of 5,000 years ago. With a second chance, he not only would embark on the road of saving all mankind, but also would retrieve his human nature on the new journey that would last for 5,000 years.

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Noah was once the King of Kings. He shaped laws, ruled countless realms, and commanded reality itself. Then the Author rewrote him out of existence.Stripped of his throne and cast into the Abyss, a realm where power is stolen and gods are reduced to myths, Noah is forced to begin from nothing. No army. No crown. No authority. Only memory.But memory is dangerous.He remembers what it feels like to rule. He remembers the structure of fate, the weight of narrative, the weakness hidden inside destiny. And this time, he refuses to be a character in someone else’s story.With a chaos-born princess at his side and rebellion rising in his wake, Noah begins his ascent. Puppet kings will fall. Sacred scripts will shatter. The very threads that bind the world will be torn apart.The Author believed he could erase a king.He only created a hunter.And when the last page turns, the one who holds the pen will learn what it means to be rewritten.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.