Super Divine Daoist Skill - Chapter 595 - 594 Great Tao Walks Alone

When Alex woke up, he discovered he had transmigrated into the body of the ultimate villain of a cultivation novel, the Saint Lord of the Hale Family.In the original story, he was nothing more than a tragic tool, existing solely to be exploited by an overpowered male protagonist. No matter how fearsome his cultivation or how supreme his authority, his fate was to endlessly hand over treasures, opportunities, and women, until he was finally discarded and destroyed.Among those women was Isolde.She was personally nurtured by Alex from childhood, raised with the vast resources of the Hale Family. Rare heavenly materials, divine techniques, priceless treasures, she lacked nothing. Cherished as the apple of his eye, she owed Alex and the Hale Family a debt beyond repayment.Yet all of that was overturned by a single bowl of plain porridge.Deceived by shallow warmth, Isolde ignored decades of kindness and willingly severed all ties with the Hale Family in order to join the male protagonist’s harem.That was only the beginning.Later in the novel, she personally assisted the male protagonist in killing Alex and participated in the complete annihilation of the Hale Family's elders, disciples, servants, and even newborn infants, none spared.When Alex first transmigrated, it was precisely at the moment this adulterous couple stood before him in open defiance.Emboldened by years of indulgence, Isolde confidently made her demand, certain that Alex would forgive her as he always had, no matter how grave her betrayal.But this time, the ending changed.Alex spoke calmly, decisively and ruthlessly:“You may leave, but leave behind the Seven Orifices Divine Heart your family bestowed upon you.”

In every story, there exists the hero and the villain, the protagonist and the antagonist.And like every story, the hero always wins, and always gets the girl.But what happens now that I died and became a villain in the last book I read? Not even a proper villain, but one that the protagonist kills in the early chapters.I don't want to die again, and I don't want that simp of a protagonist to walk all over me. Maybe I should just become a better villain.I've always admired the smart badass villains that took on the protagonist. Maybe I can be one of them, maybe I can win—the first villain to win against the hero.I'll rewrite this story into one where I become the greatest villain. Call me sick or evil, but it's my time to shine.

After three days of working nonstop, Cheng Zhaoci has transmigrated (read: had a stroke) as is everyone’s wish.

What does it feel like to transmigrate into a male, the rarer s*x of the insectoid race?

Cheng Zhaoci would reply, ‘yeah never mind that, there is still work that is my job to do.’

One day, the internet of the insectoids that had a sore lack of entertainment media suddenly featured a new account that had short serial comics. The comics had sweet love, passionate fighting, and all sorts of imaginative stories. Many fans flock to follow this account. Of course, many shemales were sceptical of the 1-to-1 monogamous love depicted in those comics.

Later, when Wing Commander Wei Zhuo was deep behind enemy lines, his xiongzhu, the Wing Commander Cheng Zhaoci came to rescue him without hesitation. That is when the shemales realised – there certainly can be sweet, sweet, love. It just doesn’t belong to them.

The shemales only want to smile and wave them away.

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I died in my world… and woke up in someone else’s story.But not as the hero. Not as the villain. Not even as a side character who mattered. I’m… an NPC—a nobody, a background observer, invisible to everyone.At first, I thought I was powerless. But then I discovered something strange: I could leave notes, whisper hints, move objects… small nudges that subtly changed the story. Every tiny action rippled through the plot, shaping outcomes, saving lives, and altering the fate of heroines, heroes, and even villains.The catch? The story is alive. It resists interference. Push too hard, and accidents happen. Plot twists turn against me. Minor disasters loom. The more I try to influence, the more the story fights back.So I play carefully. I study. I manipulate quietly. I watch the heroines, heroes, and overlooked side characters, weaving invisible threads that guide them. I don’t fight. I don’t cheat. I survive—and maybe, just maybe, I can change the story from the shadows.From an unnoticed NPC to the hidden hand behind the world, I’ll prove that even a nobody can rewrite the story.