Modern World Warlock - Chapter 330: Dante and Radeon

Start a planet, civilization depends on creation.

Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, by chance and coincidence, his soul traveled to a world where everyone has the opportunity to awaken the planet.

The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the transformed energy, and the stronger the civilization created.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Martial Arts True Qi”, and uses the creation sand table to create a martial arts civilization. The people on the planet are warriors.

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “Xiandao Zhenyuan”, uses the creation sand table to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet are all practitioners!

Some people gain planetary energy as “fighting qi”, use the creation sand table to create a fighting qi civilization, and the people on the planet are all fighters!

Someone obtains the energy of the planet as “soul power”, and uses the creation sand table to create a soul civilization, and the people on the planet are all soul masters!

It is “magic” for someone to obtain planetary energy, use the creation sandbox to create a magical civilization, and the people on the planet are all magicians!

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Everyone is trying their best to evolve a magical civilization system.

However, Wang Yi used the memory of his previous life to start the evolution of the “prehistoric” civilization!

“Your world-destroying laser cannon is powerful, and I have Pangu, the son of Dao! A single ax down will bring your world back to chaos!”

“Your thousands of angels are powerful, I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and I will beat you every minute!”

“Your dark army is awesome, I have a Buddhist quasi-sage who will transform you in minutes!”

“…”

This is a story of crushing all kinds of extraordinary civilizations with prehistoric civilizations!

Ps: This book is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely coincidental! Do not imitate!

Don’t spray if you don’t like it!

- Description from novelbuddy

Sylas Gray returns to his hometown in the countryside for a winter vacation to his ancestral home, only to find himself caught in the midst of an apocalyptic outbreak. The world descends into chaos as the undead overrun everything, and the small town he grew up in is no exception.With hope dwindling and death lurking around every corner, Sylas witnesses unspeakable horrors—brutal killings, betrayals, and the darker side of human nature. Yet, amidst the despair, Sylas refuses to give up. Determined to escape the town and reach the capital, he is thrust into a shocking revelation.A mysterious change occurs within him, granting Sylas the ability to sense and control space. He discovers that he possesses a pocket of space within his own body—a power that could be his key to survival.Follow Sylas as he embarks on a perilous journey, fighting to survive, uncovering the truth behind the apocalypse, and discovering the true potential of his newfound abilities.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

William knew he shouldn't have taken that boat, but ambition can kick you in the teeth.Relma Artorious knew she should not listen at doors. But she is a girl with big ambitions and no intention of being less than her potential.Abdul Sahshir knew he should not undertake that assassination on Tuor's mountain. Yet, with his life ending before it has begun, he has nothing to lose and everything to gain by glory.Three stories intertwine and shape the destiny of many more. But not all heroes are on the same side, and the shifting of dreams and destiny is a fickle one...The compiled documentation of all my published stories on Royalroad. Read if you want to go all the way through to the end.