My Disciples Are All Villains - Chapter 1649 - Grand Mystic Mountain’s Netherworld Road (1)

—WSA 2025 ENTRY—The weakest loser they mocked for years wasn’t at all weak—he was a god in disguise, with the power to bring the world to its knees.“I want you to teach him humanity, so he who feels NOTHING but rage can at least learn morality”“And you trust a Demon to do that?”Seiya dreamed of becoming a hero, one of those legendary warriors everyone worships. But his Awakening failed, leaving him powerless and humiliated—a target for cruelty.Locked away and tormented by those he trusted, his suffering revealed the truth of his origin: he wasn’t just human.Unleashing powers that defy the laws of the world, such as his All-Seeing eyes—capable of negating time, absorbing skills used against him and granting him 360° vision.Seiya rises from the shadows, no longer a punching bag but a force that terrifies demons, monsters, and humans alike.Hero or villain? It doesn’t matter. He’s done obeying, done breaking for anyone.Now, they beg for mercy from the god they tried to crush. Seiya’s only question: should he grant it?Brace yourself for a journey of chaos, revenge, and the rise of an unstoppable power.Seiya doesn’t need your approval—he’s taking the world, one broken rule at a time.————————————————————Yes! He does turn to a cold villain and loses all emotion except rage but the process leading up to it might drag a little__stick around longer and you won’t regret it.Read the prologue next after this so you understand the world settings.

I, the mighty Telepath Starlord, got banished into the mortal world. The days in the mortal world are much better than those in heaven! Everything is here — money, authority and most importantly stunning beauties! I am from a rich family. Yes, I am indeed wealthy now. The kind of wealth where you would not want to displease me. Domineering CEOs, military big shots, business geniuses, you name it — I know them all! I know everything you are thinking about. You can’t defeat me anyway, how are you going to go against me? A century in the mortal world is only equivalent to a hundred days in heaven.

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.

Sometimes, as we go about with our lives, we all happen to think of one specific thought at least once.