Skill Hunter -Kill Monsters, Acquire Skills, Ascend to the Highest Rank! - 4. Out and Back Again

Charlotte Meklen had crossed into the Fars Empire, seeking only to become a civil servant in a different continent. She wasn’t a combatant... But who would have thought that even clerical staff would end up on the battlefield!

After being struck by a crazed driver, Eden found himself reincarnated into another world as the last heir of one of the three most powerful clans.Immediately after birth, he was declared a powerful god known as 'Doom'. However, he soon realized that he had been reborn into a world from a novel he had never read, only seen advertised.In this world, evil souls and exorcists existed in secret, hidden from the citizens who lived in ignorance of their presence. Exorcists were born to rid the world of evil souls, maintaining the balance of the world.Eden was born with the power of Doom, and his eyes were meant to be covered at all costs, for anything they gazed upon would meet its demise.Determined to control his power, Eden struggled but failed. Everything changed when the inevitable finally arrived...[Ding! You have obtained the Doom system]A system that shall create the pact for him to tame his power and successfully defeat the evil souls.[Special ability! Host has the special eyes of doom from birth][Ding! Reversing weak aura into......]Eden was reborn with the most chaotic power and it is only a matter of time before we know what this ability shall cause upon this world.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

Civilization is destroyed and records lost. Only Dudian survives in a cryogenic sleep. Three hundred years later, Dudian wakes up and must become Dean to survive. Who can he trust in this world overrun by monsters without and within?

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