The Lucky Wife Reborn In the 90s Era Has A Spatial Ability - Chapter 559: Coercion?

I transmigrated into a webnovel as the pathetic young master villain.You know the type that bullies the protagonist, gets face-slapped repeatedly, dies embarrassingly to show the hero's growth.That villain. Yeah. I'm that idiot.Except I'm not playing along. I'm not going to! I'm not even going to try![WELCOME TO THE VILLAIN REFORMATION SYSTEM][MISSION: Don't avoid being a villain. BECOME THE BEST VILLAIN.]The hero? A manipulative hypocrite hiding behind righteousness.His harem? Heroines trapped by circumstance and narrative.The villains? Actually had legitimate reasons all along.I'm not here to be a stepping stone, I'm not here to redeem myself into a side character and I'm certainly not here to help the hero win. I'm here to show them what a REAL villain looks like.The Strategic, charismatic and magnificent that I so much likes to read about.The Academy's Worst Villain isn't the one who bullies weaklings. It's the one who steals the protagonist's fate, recruits his harem, and rewrites the story.Let's see how the hero handles a villain who knows every move he'll make.-----------------Additional tags.Drama.Harem, Beautiful Female Lead, Antihero Protagonist, Clever Protagonist, Strategic BattlesFaction Building, Romantic Subplot, Face-Slapping, Revenge...Note: This is not a dark book and it's a very fast pace book.

Luo Yi had secretly loved Chu Chen for quite a while and discovered that Chu Chen seemed to really like. . .

Um. . . really like certain 18+ things. . .

So Luo Yi decided to follow Chu Chen’s lead and walked onto a path of being f*cked. . .

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Gods and demons are everywhere in the Grand Desolate World.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”