The Malevolent Female Villain Turns Out to Be Me - Chapter 45: Something’s Wrong

What if you could hack the strongest heroes and turn them into your devoted companions?Once feared as the Heavenly Demon, Zain stood above all—unstoppable, unrivaled, unchallenged.But his reign came to an end when so-called righteous cultivators banded together to eliminate him, believing they had purged the world of its greatest evil.Yet death was not the end.Reborn in a world dominated by heroes and champions of justice, Zain awakens a mysterious Hero Hack System—a power that doesn’t just defeat heroes but rewrites them.With a single command, he can shatter their convictions, twist their destinies, and rebuild them into something new.A ruthless warrior queen? Now a loyal blade at his side.An untouchable holy maiden? Now eager to obey.The strongest hero who once stood against him? Now kneeling before him, waiting for his command.With every hero he hacks, his harem of once-unshakable warriors grows. But as he reshapes this world to his will, one question remains—who gave him this system, and what price will he have to pay?They ended his reign once. This time, he’ll reign over them all.

Everyone has friends in their lives, right?They can be anyone—good friends, bad friends, or even... friends with benefits.Ahem!Anyway, the point is, everyone has friends. And so did I.I was friends with author of web novel.Yeah, was.A small argument over how the main character should act in novel of [World’s Greatest Hero] led to a fight with my friend, the author.Still frustrated, I stormed out of his house... and that’s when Truck-kun hit me.But that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part? I woke up in a different body—the body of a side character in my friend’s novel.A character who is supposed to die in the prologue.[Your body is dying!][You don’t have much time left.][The creator of this world is mocking you.]F#ck you, Author.F#ck this novel.I will survive, and when I do—I'll beat you to a pulp!---

To exist in a certain place, at a certain time—it's always either by chance, or by choice.But sometimes,There is a third force.One that doesn't ask.One that doesn't explain.It simply places you—wherever it wants.Arséne had always been dragged into places he never chose.Situations he never asked for.Realities he never belonged to.And when, at last, he decided to act on his own terms—To take the initiative,To move first,To choose…He simply died.

My old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, "Call her mother from now on." He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, "This is your little sister."