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.

She imagined him right behind her. His strong hands gripping her hips hard, his thick cock pressing right against her entrance.


"You want this? Want me to fuck this tight little pussy?"


"Yes! Please! Fuck me!" she moaned desperately into the pillow.


Her fingers sank deep inside from behind. Three fingers now, pumping her pussy hard in this new position. Her other hand slid underneath to pinch and twist her nipples, pulling them roughly. The sharp sting mixed perfectly with the pleasure.


Her hips rocked back and forth, fucking herself on her own fingers. In this position the wet sounds were even louder, even nastier.


Filthy noises filled the room with every thrust. Dripping. Clenching. Begging for more.


She imagined him pushing his cock inside her — that first delicious stretch, that perfect, overwhelming fullness.


"Fuck… your pussy is so tight… squeezing my cock so good…" 


"Yes… yes… harder…" she whimpered, voice breaking. 


Chapter 62 - Silver-Eyed Temptation PT 2 R18