A4KL

Content Warning: R-18, Smut, Cruel and Smart MC.

Manipulative MC, no love, Big Harem, Cruel, MILFs

MC is an employee in the plot enhancement department of a company that entertains the constellations. 

His role is to act as the villain, and he is the star employee for this villainous role. 

He moves within different novel plots, manipulating heroines, farming fate values from sons of heavens, and achieving the end goals suggested by the constellations for those plot endings. 

While the plot varies according to the assigned world, what remains common is his presence as a villainous character, with not necessarily the presence of other characters like heroines and sons of heaven. 

For the story introducing MC, it is set in an urban cultivation world where he has been assigned to act as Damien Raphael, heir of the Raphael Group. 

He finds himself in a face-slapping event with a son of heaven and deals with him accordingly, as this is his daily job.

~~Reader perks (things that can attract reader's interest)

1. Heroines--› Our protagonist roams through various novel plots as a villain, manipulating events to his advantage. This story blends familiar "Heroine, Son of Heaven" themes with a unique twist.

2. Voting System--› Readers, represented as constellations, vote on which world the MC should infiltrate next or if slap a heroine, making the narrative interactive and engaging. Readers can also skip parts of the storyline, jumping to the plots they find most appealing without needing to read previous chapters whenever world setting changes.

3. Each world is crafted with at least 50,000 words to develop rich character relationships, ensuring depth despite the changing settings. While the plots have foundational similarities to popular novels, each is distinct to keep the narrative fresh and captivating.

Experience a story that combines classic storytelling with interactive, diverse, and engaging plotlines.

Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

The highway stretched out under the darkening sky, the once steady hum of engines now replaced by an eerie silence.

Three black cars stood skewed across the lanes, their doors flung open, shattered glass littering the ground.

Nearby, a few bikes lay strewn on the asphalt, their tires still slowly spinning, as if the momentum of the sudden chaos hadn't quite stopped.

"Arrgh...." Bodies—large, muscular, bloodied—were scattered across the road, each one clad in tailored black suits.

They looked like hardened men, the kind whose knuckles were well acquainted with the sting of violence.

Their tattoos peeked out from ripped sleeves, telling silent stories of past battles and allegiances. Scars lined their faces and necks, remnants of years in a dangerous game where survival wasn't guaranteed.

Chapter 97- Night Club