Villain: Without morals, you can't be manipulated! - Chapter 29 - Falling Into Collusion With a Villain

The main character has been reincarnated, and he possesses a system and a powerful treasure. Using these, he plans to create his own universe. Keep reading to find out more.

Before the rebirth, Gu Qingyao wanted to marry him but did not dare to marry. After the rebirth, Gu Qingyao, with the space materials in hand, all day planning to marry him with a huge dowry.

But she don’t know that someone who was also reborn has been thinking secretly about how to abduct her.

Mo Beihan was holding a bunch of things, and appeared in front of Gu Qingyao with a treacherous smile of a big bad wolf coaxing a little white rabbit. Snacks, endless floral clothes!

Gu Qingyao: “…”

She wanted to raise him into a little milk dog, but unexpectedly, he spoiled her into a little wild cat!

Samul is a novel author. He enjoys writing novels and even reading other's works as well. But that's just it. Reading and writing novels. Those are the only things Samuel enjoyed in his whole life.

His parents were well-off and he didn't need to find a job to feed himself. Everything going well for him until he died, his health was worsening as the day went by.

Before he died he tried to write a thank you letter to his parents but he couldn't do that too.

The next thing he knows he wakes up in the world that he created, [Blade Of Destiny]. However, instead of transmigrating into the body of the main character or even a side character, the boy became an extra called Lucas Darkheart.

Who is Lucas Darkheat? No Idea! He's just an Extra in the novel! ...Or is he just an Extra?

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