Hero Quest: I Have the Power of a Villain, but I Want to Be a Hero

so far the trail read was fun. there are hateful and painful part but it was ok. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 the face slapping was super fun. the mc is likable so far. i hope it will be choosen.

I can’t believe this was cancelled. There are only 170 chapters left. Please finish this Webnovel!!! I know this was not as popular as the kings avatar but you can’t leave us hanging on the conclusion!!!

Sometimes I imagine these guys go thousands of years without a shower, without brushing their teeth, coming out of a cave and discovering they've forgotten how to speak. That would indeed be a taboo creature.

Another cool type of sci-fi. Hope the MC will find his way to overcome his ordeal somehow. I truly can't wait for its continuation. Hope it'll continue and quench my curiosity about what will happen next.

I really like this kind of genre, its so thrilling and amazing! The plots and development. The author did a good job here and the style of writing is good too, easy to understand. Good work author! Keep it up

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His speaking tone change at once from a calm voice to cheerfully. The guard opens the door and gestured me to come inside. It's a study room, with a couple of bookshelves, a sofa, and a work desk at the end of the room. It wasn't that big, but I think it took a fifth of the house size. From the start, the first room which seems like a hall already took half of the house. Behind the desk, there is a middle-aged man with a familiar face. He looks like the older version of the young guard that guide me. He got brown hair and brown eyes, his beard was long until it reaches his chest. He seems surprised as he looks at me as he puts aside his works

The small army of organised Blue Ants rushed at me in unison practically throwing themselves onto me in a suicidal charge relentlessly without fear or hesitation.