How To Survive as a Villain - Chapter 23: I’ve Confirmed That His Eyes Were Indeed Cruel.

The young master of the Huo Family was well-known in the Rong City. Having been brought up in a military, political, and business family, he was decisive in dealing with businesses, yet sexually continent as it was said. Nevertheless, he happened to fall in love with an illegitimate daughter.

Jumping From World to the world: Intergalactic or Urban, World of Cultivation or Continent of Magic, Fighting other protagonists, hooking with beautiful heroines, plundering treasures, and suppressing a myriad of people, Our Protagonist(Villain) can do it all.

After living an ordinary life for years, a man finally got transmigrated to another world. He woke up in the body of a boy named Jun Tianyun.

“A world which got its own protagonists and villains, am I just a side character?” Jun Tianyun mumbled.

Thankfully, he activated Heaven's Fortune System.

“Jun Tianyun! You crippled my power and stole my wife! You villain! You will be punished by heaven!”

A protagonist screamed as he coughed a mouthful of blood.

“I didn't do anything. It was your fate!” Jun Tianyun explained kindly.

“Brother Jun! Because of you, I am still alive and living a normal life with my wife and two children. You are a saint!”

A villain spoke with an emotional voice.

“I didn't do anything. You earned your chance of redemption.” Jun Tianyun sighed.

[ Ding! A female with high Destiny Point is detected! Whether Host wants to steal her destiny or conquer the heroine?]

“This...” Jun Tianyun fell in dillema.

“Sigh, Changing the fate, So burdensome.”

Jun Tianyun sighed as he saw a bunch of heroines fighting for him.

Let someone else go to war, you, lucky Austria, go get married! What the god of war can give you, the god of love can also give you.

The smoke of the Napoleonic Wars has dissipated, and the Vienna system that once brought peace to Europe is riddled with holes. Beneath the seemingly peaceful appearance, there is a vortex of the times with undercurrents, the tranquility before the storm.

The air is filled with the steaming mist of sweat, and the choking black smoke makes it hard to breathe. On the elegant dining table, a group of soldiers and fat men in suits are pushing each other, feasting on the feast called the world, hanging on the wall Van Gogh’s self-portrait with waltz in his ears.

Suddenly the music turned into a march, and the picture also turned to the battlefield. Soldiers marched in a neat line, walking towards the machine gun barbed wire.

A shell fell on the ground, and after the smoke passed, countless cavalry rushed to the artillery position.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wooden plane flew close to the ground, then pulled up rapidly, broke through the clouds, and shone brightly.

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