Lucian Valemont was supposed to die a dog's death.
Humiliated. Discarded. Killed by the golden protagonist like every forgettable villain.
There was just one problem: he remembered the entire damn novel.
Reincarnated as the bastard son of Duke Valemont, Lucian wakes up with a Villain's Path System and a destiny written in failure. His talent? Stolen by a curse that sealed 88% of his mana. His family? They'd celebrate if he dropped dead. The academy? They see him as a punchline.
But Lucian has something the protagonist doesn't.
He knows exactly what's coming.
Every plot twist. Every hidden power. Every "destined" heroine who's supposed to fall for the hero.
Seraphina Ashenblade—the proud sword goddess with a secret no one suspects.
Elira Frostveil—the ice princess hiding a bloodline that could shatter kingdoms.
Aria Lighthollow—the saintly healer with desires darker than anyone knows.
The protagonist can have his spotlight and his predictable happy ending.
Lucian will take the power, the women, and the throne the story never meant for him to have.
The novel thinks it controls his fate.
It's about to learn what happens when the villain stops playing by the rules.

A WARNING TO IMPATIENT READERS:
If you're looking for a brainless MC who gets instantly overpowered in chapter 3 and collects women like trophies, click away now. Go read something else.
For the first 45 chapters, Lucian is physically pathetic. He doesn't survive with cheat-like strength; he survives through sheer spite, psychological warfare, and gaslighting people who could crush him with two fingers.
If you have the attention span of a goldfish and drop novels because the MC can't one-shot the villain on day one, this isn't for you.
But if you're smart enough to stick around for the build-up? Chapter 46 changes everything. The payoff will absolutely shatter your mind.
Consider this a filter.

[R18 content—18+ only. Skip if it's not your vibe.]


There were two men on her bed. No, not men—academy boys. Young adults. Definitely students. Older than him, maybe fourth or fifth years, but still—


Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. I walked into—this is—she was— 


One was behind Myra on the bed, his cock pressed right up against her ass, thick head already nudging her tight rear entrance, ready to push in. 


The guy beneath her rolled his hips slow and deep, his thick cock sliding in and out of her dripping core. He latched onto one of her tits like a starving wolf — sucking hard, teeth grazing her nipple — while his other hand pinched and twisted the second one exactly the way she loved it. 


Myra was on all fours like a bitch in heat, back arched perfectly, ass pushed high so both cocks could slide into her at the same time.


This isn't happening. This is NOT happening. 


Chapter 32 - The Worst Decision of His Life Part 2 (R18)