Prince_yadav_7819

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

The roots spiraled down like a serpent of wood and memory, coiling into the unseen depths of Verdantia's soul.

Each step Priyanshu took down the staircase was met with a dull hum—a sound not of nature but of ancient machinery buried within the tree's bones. The Tree of Memory was more than sacred flora; it was a living construct, built not only to remember but to protect.

He was descending into the very thing it had been guarding for thirty thousand years.

[System Alert: You are approaching the Forbidden Depth.][Warning: Multiple Divine Wills sleeping in this area.][Loyal Dog Skill Activated – Cloak of Null Presence][Divine Detection: Suppressed]

Before him stood a vast cavern, walls glowing faintly with runes that shimmered in ancient Elven script. In the center was a floating monolith—cracked, but still pulsing with life.

Around it stood eight stone thrones, empty yet terrifying. Each throne bore a symbol of an ancient force:

And beneath them all, in the center of the floor, lay a circular platform locked with a soul-seal—eight chained anchors radiating from it, glowing like captured stars.

His shadow flickered, and Luna emerged beside him from the Loyal Dog Shadow Gate.

He nodded toward the platform. "The vault lies beneath that. It contains a part of Verdantia's oldest shame. The truth even the gods buried."

Luna stepped forward, careful. "You intend to break it open?"

"No," he smiled. "I intend to let it open itself to me."

[System Command Initiated: Override Lock with Sin Key Fragment][Compatible Trait Detected: Corruption Affinity – High][Invoking Ritual: Rebirth of Forgotten Error]

Priyanshu bit his thumb and pressed it to the central seal.

The temperature dropped instantly. All sound vanished—no echoes, no breath, no pulse.

The thrones began to speak.

Not with voices—but with memories.

Images flashed in his mind: warfields strewn with bones... a goddess weeping while devouring her child... lovers chained in endless desire... timelines collapsing... a tree birthed from a dead god's heart...

The First Sin was not a mistake—it was a choice.

The Elves had taken something forbidden. Something meant to never be touched. They had caged it beneath the Tree, turning their shame into sacredness.

Black light poured from them like liquid night. The air stank of sulfur, ink, and forgotten screams.

Luna fell to one knee, her body trembling.

"My Lord... this power... it's not Elven. It's older."

"It's from before the Elves. Before even gods."

A pillar of dark light shot up through the cavern roof, piercing the tree above, reaching into the skies of Verdantia.

All across the city, people stopped and looked up.

The Tree of Memory—already bleeding—now wailed.

A scream so ancient and full of agony that the stars above flickered.

[Vault of the First Sin: Unsealed][Item Unlocked: Godblood Root Core][Affinities Gained: Eldritch, Forgotten Flame, Memory Theft][System Evolution Possible – Warning: Path Will Become Irreversible][Do you wish to proceed?]

Priyanshu stood at the edge of the broken vault.

He stared down into the abyss—where tendrils of black vines curled upward like fingers begging to be touched.

He stepped forward—and vanished into the darkness.

Above, the Tree of Memory began to collapse.

Not physically—but spiritually.

The connection between it and the Elven Ancestors snapped one by one. Memory faded. Names were lost. Bloodlines forgotten.

And in the center of Verdantia, a new flower bloomed at the base of the Tree.