I Don’t Want This Reincarnation - Chapter 5

In every story, there exists the hero and the villain, the protagonist and the antagonist.And like every story, the hero always wins, and always gets the girl.But what happens now that I died and became a villain in the last book I read? Not even a proper villain, but one that the protagonist kills in the early chapters.I don't want to die again, and I don't want that simp of a protagonist to walk all over me. Maybe I should just become a better villain.I've always admired the smart badass villains that took on the protagonist. Maybe I can be one of them, maybe I can win—the first villain to win against the hero.I'll rewrite this story into one where I become the greatest villain. Call me sick or evil, but it's my time to shine.

The Realm of Omnidom have five planes of reality, and nobody ascends them alone. You rise with your kingdom — through wars, through victories, through every moment that should have finished you but you overcome it and broke through to see the next wonders, win the next conquest, and kill your next foes.Everyone who arrives gets the same deal. A universal system, a voice, a blank patch of nothing and the nerve to call it a kingdom someday.See, people built some wild things here. Abyssal Underwater Civilizations. Cloud empires. Cities inside trees so massive they have their own weather systems. Floating eldritch continents that only seek conquests and horrors. And much more.Genuinely breathtaking stuff.But mine tops them all.The ones that came before me are history. The ones that came after me are comparisons. And the ones that tried to surpass me?Good stories. Tragic endings.Want to see how that happened? Then get onboard. It's a wild ride.#Kingdom Building. #Strong/OP Growth MC. #No-Harem. #Progression Fantasy. #Summons.------[ Discord: https://discord.gg/MSM9Gp3Jxz ]

Yu Xiaotong’s new novel “Fate's Little Feral Consort”. She was a world-famous miracle doctor in the 21st century. If The King of Hell wanted a person to die at mid-day, she would only let that person die in the evening. After going back in time, her soul was now in the body of a cowardly and incompetent lady of Eternal Peace Marquis’s Residence. On her wedding day, she was sent to the bandits by her fiance. Immediately, she gave the useless man a letter of divorce.

Get lost! Vicious stepmother, hypocritical stepsister, cruel father; all of them wanting her life. She has her own Spirit Beast, she could refine elixir pills; she could even effortlessly master new skills. But why did the handsome and domineering ninth imperial uncle entangle her when she was dealing with those hateful scum? She looked back and sneered, “is our relationship that good?”. The man narrowed his eyes and looked as fierce as a beast, “I’ve already held you and kissed you. Do we have to be in bed together? ”

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.