Kw0125

In a world where countless web novel universes intertwine—where soldier kings, mercenary overlords, god-tier tycoons, and even demons clash in brutal battles—protagonists rise, charm breathtaking heroines, seize boundless opportunities, and fight tooth and nail for supremacy.

But among them, there is one man who stands above all.

A man who has finally crossed into another world.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a young man named Veil Lancaster.

"A villain doomed to be trampled by the protagonist? Am I really just a disposable side character?" Veil muttered.

But why should he accept that fate?
His father wielded absolute power.
His mother was a legendary business magnate.
What made the so-called "protagonist" any more special than him?

Luckily, at that very moment, he awakened the Villain System.

One day in the future—

"Veil! You crippled me, stole my chances, and even took my woman! You bastard! You’ll pay for this! Heaven will punish you!"

A protagonist roared in fury, coughing up blood.

Veil smiled faintly and said,
"I didn’t do anything. This was simply your fate."

"A pawn has only one destiny—to be placed exactly where I want it."

Remember this well.

I, Veil Lancaster, desire nothing more than to be a charming and wicked villain.

The Villain Who Stole Hearts

"You won't give me face? Can't you learn from Veil? Why do I have to beg you to eat every time we have a meal?" Lisa snorted coldly.

She had only stepped away to grab a file, and Veil had already finished another bowl of soup—talk about efficiency!

Daisy pouted, mumbling with a humph, "Of course Veil has an appetite. He used up so much energy..."

That one sentence made Lisa frown. "What do you mean by that?"

"Ah—well, you know... he's a man. He's more active, so he naturally burns more energy and eats more. I'm different. I don't really do much all day. And my mom keeps forcing me to take in extra nutrition—drink more milk and stuff—so I don't really eat much," Daisy said vaguely, trying to cover her earlier murmur with a clumsy excuse.

While Lisa wasn't looking, Daisy quietly wiped the sweat from her forehead. She wasn't sure if it was from fear—or exhaustion.

Veil’s Thoughtful Gift