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In a world ruled by cultivation, bloodlines, and ancient magic, Priyanshu Yadav awakens in the body of a fallen noble—mocked, forgotten, and powerless. But unknown to all, he carries the Hidden Villain System, a legendary force that rewards manipulation, secrecy, and absolute control.

Tasked to rise from the shadows, he must never expose his true strength. Instead, he weaves a grand conspiracy: puppeteering kings, corrupting heroes, seducing legends, and building a harem of powerful women—all while remaining unseen.

As chaos spreads across kingdoms, Priyanshu crafts an invisible empire, mastering forbidden techniques and ancient domains. He’s a strategist, a manipulator, a villain cloaked in righteousness.

In a world where power is justice, he won't just survive—he’ll rule. Not from a throne, but from the darkness behind it.

HIDDEN VILLAIN: BEHIND EVERYTHING

In the ancient void where time had not yet begun, there existed a place untouched by logic, cultivation, or even system laws—a place spoken only in the deepest libraries of forbidden sects and in the nightmares of dying prophets.

It was called the Origin Spire.

And now, Priyanshu Yadav—no longer just a hidden villain, but the narrative sovereign—stood at its base.

A twisting tower of starlight and bones. A monument forged by the first will, before even the heavens dared dream of order.

No maps led here. No talisman could protect you. It was the World Before Worlds, where the source of everything resided—magic, fate, karma, even good and evil.

Han Xie knelt, sweat pouring down his brow. "Master… this place. Even my spirit roots are decaying."

Elira leaned on her bow, her lips pale. "It's rewriting us. Even our memories… they're not safe."

Yue Ling closed her eyes. "It's trying to unmake us."

"Welcome, He Who Forgets the Stars. You've come to rewrite the origin. But before creation… comes death."

From the void, shadows began to rise.

A bloodied swordsman walked forth—his name long forgotten, but the system once called him the Heaven's Chosen.

A red-haired maiden followed, clutching a decaying phoenix. Her fate had been stolen—now she wandered without a path.

A child cultivator whose world had been reset a thousand times, never allowed to grow.

These were the discarded protagonists, cast aside when Priyanshu's system rewrote the world's center. They were remnants, now drawn by the last tether of will, animated by rage.

Elira grinned darkly. "Great. Ghosts of forgotten MCs. Should I start killing?"

"No," Priyanshu said. His voice was calm. Colder than space.

The army of forgotten protagonists froze.

"You are all echoes," Priyanshu said. "Half-finished drafts. Dreams the system tried to fulfill… and failed."

One of them screamed, "You stole our fate!"

Priyanshu didn't blink. "You never had one. You were born inside a script. I broke it. I gave you freedom."

System Notification:Narrative Authority Skill Activated – [Unscripted Will]You may now grant new purposes to discarded narrative fragments.

"You don't need destiny. You need choice."

New Faction Formed: The UnwrittenMembers: 1,321 Lost Characters ReclaimedPassive Bonus: Immune to plot-bound restrictionsTitle Earned: [Author of Chaos]

Elira blinked. "You're building a rebellion… with heroes."

Priyanshu smirked. "Even heroes can serve a villain—if they choose to."

From the depths of the spire, a gate opened.

Floating in the center of nothing.

But a will—a mind that had watched infinite worlds and always chosen who the hero would be.

"You should not be here. You have no beginning."

And the Origin War began.

But for control of reality's pen.

The World Before Worlds