The Ultimate Villain Who Torments the Protagonist
最强虐主大反派
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- Completed
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- 852k Words
- Genre
- Eastern Fantasy
- Subgenre
- Xuanhuan
- Updated
- 5y ago
- English
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Author, could you write a villain story set in the city next? Abuse those elite soldiers and super-rich players.
Very good Although this story is the typical transmigration trope—becoming the villain and then tormenting the protagonist—I've read many such stories and am quite indifferent to them. I've seen good ones and terrible ones, but this one is the only one so far that hasn't evoked any negative feelings in me; in fact, I find it quite well-written and enjoyable.
I was going to watch it, but then I saw there's a female lead! Forget it, I'll just quit.
You've completely slapped my IQ to the ground.
I was browsing my bookshelf today and found this book I'd read before. The title sounded like it was about villains, so I clicked on it again. I hadn't even finished one chapter when I was hooked! A cultivation world that talks about equality? What, are some senior cultivators starting a revolution? Is everyone supposed to be equal? And the protagonist is so sleazy, it's totally a fantasy novel.
This book is about torturing the protagonist, who gradually becomes like the protagonist he is tormented.
The first three chapters are definitely a typical "Mary Sue" story. Everyone says you shouldn't use your brain when reading novels, but it's still incredibly addictive.
You're supposed to be a Holy Son, a Holy Son, for goodness' sake. Putting aside your demeanor and all that, your words... There's absolutely no sense of empathy. Is the author a newbie?
They changed writers after just over a hundred chapters, and it got worse and worse.
This is too toxic. I'd rather it be abandoned. The further I read, the more it felt like the author was insulting the readers' intelligence. I just couldn't continue.