The Side Character’s Hidden Boss! - Chapter 338 - Ross' Trial

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [18+]An enemy, a punishment, a curse in disguise of blessing.An alpha who simply wants to claim an omega as his.An omega escaping his tragic past, trying to heal the scars that seem to never fade.Synopsis:In a world where Alphas ruled and Omegas were seen as figures of motherhood and love, Ren lived as a Beta. And in a world where humans have mixed with other species such as gods, demons, elves, witches, Ren was a human of pure blood.However, from a young age, he had been able to see what others cannot. A mere glance could kill. A single touch could heal. Born with a cursed blessing—the power to both save and destroy—Ren was bound and raised by the temple, blindfolded and used as a living weapon. For years, they unleashed his power against their greatest enemy: the Ravhara Kingdom, with whom war had raged for centuries.But after taking too many lives, Ren couldn’t bear the guilt and the nightmares haunting him. He escaped and crossed the border into Ravhara kingdom, hiding his identity. Disguised as a servant, he began working under the very army he once fought—under their general, Zayden Sylvaris—as his personal servant under strange circumstances.Ren worked by his side like a ghost. As if he wasn’t there in the first place.Everything was going smoothly… until one night, the general followed the sweet scent of an omega—only to find Ren, his personal attendant, standing there.Him? An Omega in heat?But that couldn’t be. He didn’t any hire Omega, and Betas weren’t supposed to have a scent. So certainly… he had to be an Omega hiding his identity.And it was the very servant who screamed, “DEMON!” on their first meeting.Zayden becomes consumed with the need to find out the truth. But as desire clashes with hatred, and secrets unravel, one thing becomes dangerously clear: The servant he thought was ordinary, is far more than he appeared.How long can Ren keep his identity buried?And what happens when an Alpha who only wants to claim… meets an omega who was never meant to be touched?DISCLAIMER:This story is set in a fictional, fantasy, omegaverse (ABO) universe. All lore are the author’s imagination.Content Warning: This novel contains scenes of violence, trauma, abuse, and other mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Please read cautiously.This is also a slow burn. So if you expect quick progress, then it might not be your cup of tea.And lastly, as I always say, understand the characters. Do not judge them.Enjoy the read!

Ace bodyguard Ziyu encountered the worst time travel in history——

In the beginning, the father was unjustly killed, the mother was angered to death, the family property was taken over by the nobles of the Hou family, and a two-year-old brother was left behind to be fed.

?Fortunately, her own space is still there, but unfortunately only ten acres of dry fish ponds, two multi-functional agricultural machines, two villas, and an 800-square-meter steel basement are left.

No matter how powerful your palace is, I will move all your property into the space.

Cloth, embroidery, furs, ready-made clothes, shoes, all collected;

Medicinal materials, grains, cakes, chickens, ducks and fish are all collected;

Groceries, porcelain, jade, curios, calligraphy and paintings, all collected.

Like locusts passing by, leaving nothing behind.

Empty tens of millions of taels of gold and silver from the enemy’s treasury, and by the way expose his true face of rebellion, and then escape.

When natural disasters strike, including floods, snowstorms, and wolf smoke, Ziyu is able to dominate and ensure safety…

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One day, I was given the mysterious power of Hwanmong.

“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.