How To Survive as a Villain - Chapter 6: You Can't Just Mess With The Male Lead!

In a blackened world humanity remains oblivious to the existence of demonic monsters and supernatural beings working in the shadows.In all this, Valen’s childhood was stolen by the Shadow Stalker, a serial killer who taught him one lesson: that the world was divided into predators and prey.He strived to live a normal life, despite the fact that he was far from normal, but his plan backfired.Now, trapped in a nightmare gallery, Valen is the subject of a brutal ritual that awakens a primordial hunger within him.To survive, he must embrace the very monstrousness he’d spent a lifetime hiding.[This work contains very adult content, like, seriously; the MC's mother's a serial killer. There's no way not to write this dark. Please don't read this if you're sensitive. I'm responsible for what I write, not what you read.]

He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

I was transmigrated into a webtoon based on an alternate history of a shitty empire.‘I will overthrow this country with my own hands.’And the answer I arrived at upon experiencing it was ‘Coup D’état’.

[Warning: The title might be named this way, but we’re actually NOT on hiatus.]I’m a third-rate writer, Yu Il-Shin.So don’t think that I’m actually a god; it’s just a name.One day, I experienced the much-anticipated awakening, but my newfound skill was… kinda weird?…In the small world connected through my mobile phone where the little, weak ants were getting killed regarded me as their god?