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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

"Davenport Group? You mean Joseph's company?" Saoirse's expression darkened as suspicion crept into her voice. "I heard they've been having some issues lately, something about a funding gap. But why are you suddenly involved with the Davenport Group?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Wait... don't tell me—you've got your eyes on Joseph's daughter now?!"

The heiress of the Davenport Group, often seen in high-end venues. As the polished public face of the once-notorious Black Dragon Society, Saoirse had run into her on more than one occasion during business banquets and social events.

To be fair, Saoirse had Veil completely figured out by now.

This guy couldn't even toss out a casual line without her sniffing out the flaws in it. A single slip of the tongue was enough for her to dig deeper and fish out the truth.

Saoirse’s Secret Indulgence