DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN - Chapter 138 : PREPARATION FOR THE BATTLEFIELD BANQUET

***Completed***“I'll marry you if you promise to kiss me every day.”On the harrowing day she lost her family, out of all the men she knew, Marcella didn't expect those words from “Sweet Baby” Tony. She thought he was not interested in her.She had to ask him for the marriage as she wanted to fulfil her sister's last wishes.She got married the day she suffered a horrifying loss.Don DeAngelo's youngest daughter became the wife of Antony Crawford.She didn't wait to think why he wanted to marry her when every men she knew wanted her for who her father was. She trusted him that much.But in a day, she learned that Tony was not so different from other men.What choice can she make?She can throw away the marriage and lose custody of her nephew, or...She chose to be married to him. Their marriage can be a deal. She needed him, he needed her. It's all fine.Except...What does Tony feel? Is their marriage all but a business transaction for him? What is the secret he is hiding? Why can't he reveal it to her?-----*Excerpt*“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell,” she said looking into his eyes. The alluring mystique behind those blue eyes made her heart skip a beat.How can she hate and love someone this much? She must be missing a part of her brain.In the silence of the dining room, the candle flickered. The curve of his lips widened and in the romantic ambiance, the thin lines around his eyes gave her a thrill.“Quoting Oscar Wilde?” he chuckled comfortably, leaning forward.“Isn't that true in our case?” she asked.She observed him, trying to digest every single expression on his face.He went silent. His lips pressed to a line. His pensive eyes never left hers except for the few seconds when he placed down his cutleries. She still couldn't guess what goes on in that smart brain of his.It is this, she thought. I am a decently adventurous person. He's an adventure. Maybe that's his allure!“Then, Birdie,” he stood up and walked to her.Marcella's back got stiff as she tried to figure out what he was going to do.Also, is that a pet name? Birdie? It's nice. But that came out of nowhere...She followed him with his eyes. He kneeled beside her and held her hand. Only when she felt the warmth of his big hand on hers did she realize that she had been holding her breath for a while.This man is going to be the end of her. It sucks when he does not feel even half of what she feels.“Let's be angels,” he kissed her hand. With a smooth smile that reached his eyes, he looked at her. “Let's be each other's angels, and let's make this world our heaven.”“You are...”Unable to find any words to say to him, she buried her face in her hand. Her chest was heaving as if she ran a marathon.This man surely is going to be the end of her.“What?” he chuckled while teasing her to show her face. “What am I?”“You're a brute, Mr. Crawford. That's what you are,” she said trying to hold her stoic expression to relay her “disapproval” of his methods. But in front of his goofy smile, she lost.She lost, and she didn't feel defeated.She felt delighted in his presence.“Mark my words, Birdie. I am taking you to the White House,” he said.Marcella opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. The determination shining in his eyes...He's not talking about a visit to the White House, is he?No way! No f*cking way!Her eyes widened. But he was smiling sweetly as always. He stood up and leaned to her ear.“Let's have today's kiss on the bed,” he said.Before she could form a resistance, he picked her up and walked up the stairs.Again, Marcell pondered the one question she's been asking a lot lately.Whom did I marry?

[AWARDED: 10,000x SKILL PROFICIENCY MULTIPLIER.][Action Registered: Cast Basic Spark.][Nexus Glitch Activated: Proficiency x10,000.][WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. Magic Law Unlocked.][Pyroblast evolves to Conceptual Law: Forbidden Tier - Solar Flare!]Instantly, a tiny, pathetic ember no larger than a match-strike mutates into a miniature sun, incinerating a pack of elite Demon Wolves and leaving behind a smooth crater of glowing, melted glass!————————[Action Registered: Executed Dagger Strike.][Nexus Glitch Activated: Proficiency x10,000.][Dagger Mastery leveled up to 10/10! Max Level Reached!][WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. Combat Law Unlocked.][Assassin’s Creed evolves to Conceptual Law: God-Slayer’s Edge.]While normal players grind for years just for a 5% damage increase, Sebastian slashes the empty air once and gains a conceptual law that ignores 100% of physical armor, magical shielding, and conceptual invulnerability!While massive guilds try to zerg elite mobs, Sebastian solo-clears a five-hundred-man undead horde with a single snap of his fingers![Action Registered: Cast Basic Slow.][Nexus Glitch Activated: Proficiency x10,000.][WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. Gravitational Law Unlocked.][Crushing Field evolves to Conceptual Law: Gravity Well.]Congratulations on turning a Tier 0 debuff into 100 Gs of atmospheric pressure! You have violently crushed the arrogant Golden Lions into the toxic sludge!Mocked for his 10-all base stats? He bypasses digestion cooldowns with [Forbidden Alchemy], granting himself an effectively infinite mana pool from literal garbage.Laughed at for his unarmored, Useless [Drifter] class? He evolves a basic wind blade into [Dimensional Sever], cleanly cutting a Level 12 Guardian's heavy armor in half without scratching his skin.Challenged by the pay-to-win guild master? He targets the fifty-meter radius around them and forces them to yield to the cold certainty of mass.But the Drifter’s greatest power is the [Nexus Glitch].He doesn't just learn skills; he evolves them into reality-breaking laws.From turning crushed, wilted weeds into Divine-tier [Potions of Knitting] to fracturing his own timeline to summon an [Army of One].Follow Sebastian as he transforms from a “glitch” into a Sovereign of Laws!He will build an impenetrable real-world Sanctuary, fight alongside the ruthless Arcane Valkyrie Valerie, and slaughter the Void Gods before the apocalypse even begins!

Everyone says he is an iceberg, but only Maya Spencer knows he is a volcano, and moreover, a volcano that is passionately unlimited for her, an indulgently pampering volcano.

There is a very strange restaurant in the City of Sin.Elves and dwarves must share a table, orcs are strangely well behaved, dragons are only welcomed on the small square in front of the restaurant, and the demons must bring their own stool.This strange restaurant with their strange rules continuous to attract a long line of customers.“This place serves the best food! The chef of this restaurant is a genius!” Some of the guests in the restaurant left glowing reviews. But these guests have a word of warning for other guests, “No matter what you do, never, never attempt to kidnap the boss or try to ‘eat and run’. You will die.”A cute little girl stood near the door, and demanded in her tiny voice, “You have eaten the food, now pay up, or I will beat you to death.” The five-meter tall dragon suddenly felt a chill running up its spine.