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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

Every blade of corrupted grass, every twisted vine, every tree with hollow eyes and bleeding bark—they bowed, trembling in eerie reverence. The once-pure spirit of Verdantia had been consumed, reshaped, and molded into something far darker... and far more beautiful.

And at its center sat Priyanshu Yadav, no longer a visitor in this land of rot and bloom—he was now its king.

A throne of roots and obsidian petals rose from the earth beneath him, wrapping around his body like loyal servants. The vines curled gently around his arms, resting on his shoulders like a crown. It was alive… and it loved him.

The Hidden Villain System pulsed again.

[Verdantia Corruption Level: 61%][Title Unlocked: Forgotten King of Verdantia][Influence Radius Expanded: +10 Miles][Divine Disruption Protocol: Activated][Warning: Nearby Deity Has Taken Notice]

A slow, amused laugh escaped his lips.

At his feet, Zephyra knelt again. Her breath was shaky, her lips stained with the blood of those who tried to resist his rise. She trembled—not from fear, but awe.

"My King… the Archbishop has been captured. He's screaming scriptures. Begging his god to answer. No one's coming."

Priyanshu leaned back, resting his chin against the thorned armrest of his throne. "Of course they're not. Because in Verdantia, I am the god now."

He waved his hand lazily, and in the distance, the ground split open.

A massive, pulsing flower bloomed, glowing with black light. From its center, tendrils shot out, wrapping around the struggling Archbishop who had been brought forward by shadowy creatures. His mouth was gagged, his eyes wide in disbelief.

He tried to pray.He tried to resist.But the corrupted essence of the land had already begun to swallow him.

"You spent decades condemning people like me," Priyanshu said softly, stepping down from his throne and approaching. "But you forgot something very important…"

He cupped the Archbishop's face, his fingers glowing with seductive violet light.

"…No god saves you from yourself."

With a thought, the tendrils dragged the Archbishop into the heart of the flower. His screams echoed across the forest, fading into moans… then silence… then bliss.

[New Domain Created: Blooming Throne Domain][Effect: All beings under Level 90 within radius are influenced by your presence.][Charm. Submission. Worship.]

Priyanshu turned slowly, his eyes scanning the corrupted land.

He whispered to the wind, "Now… let the world remember me—not as the villain in shadows, but the god who rose from rot."

The winds carried his voice far and wide.

And the world began to listen.

Blooming Throne of the Forgotten King