Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Chapter 48 48: My Name Is Amon Winchester. Welcome To My World!

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The world's skies began to fill with a churning vortex of storms, the distant lands now filling with mountains and volcanoes that began to erupt, the anger, pure hatred for those that did this to him.

He ignored their shuddering bodies; the tears ran from their eyes; instead, he stepped close to them, a dragon for the fool, tiger for the weakling grabbing their head.

Fingers on their foreheads, his thumb on their chins, an imaginary dragon and tigers maw, were now wide open, about to swallow their faces whole.

Snap!

The moment he closed his hands, the tiger rushed forward, devouring the weakling; his agonising cries lasted less than a second.

His noble dragon, crushing the skull of the fool, not even a peep.

It took about 2 seconds for the two beasts to devour their spirit bodies and souls, completely devouring them, no matter how dirty.

While the drunk, his eyes filled with insanity, watched in terror, backing away towards the throne.

"Do not worry; I won't make your death painless." The man in the red suit whispered, his body stepping forward before both arms lunged towards the terrified drunk.

Splatter!

Blood, Sinew and Flesh exploded from the man's body.

Unlike the kind and gentle, ethereal spirit beasts, his true body would make them suffer everything without numbing the pain.

"Hahaha!"

He looked down on the fading spirit of the drunk, his crazed eyes now dull and lifeless.

"I don't need your feelings, emotions or ideas."

"Give me your information and go!"

The distant screaming of three men sounded before a mighty tiger's roar and a noble dragon's bellow.

"Tia..."

"Your ideas and kindness are appreciated, but what can a fan do against those who steal my novel for filthy desires?"

"Thank you for allowing me to continue living inside the novel..."

Sorrow flashed inside his beautiful violet eyes, the images of a thick rope, countless scars along a man's arms and a bloody knife.

"Forget the past..."

"Now, this is my life."

"This is my Palace."

"From now on, I am no longer the author Amon Weltz from Avios 5."

"Now I am simply Amon Winchester."

"The Amon that will NEVER lose."

His eyes narrowed, the beautiful violet eyes fierce yet charming, the face closer to the man in those images of suicide moments before; it was no wonder Tia fell in love with him.

Amon in the smart red suit swiped his arm, and the residue of blood, tears and their disgusting scent vanished; slowly, with quiet steps, he moved to the huge black throne made from what he imagined the world tree to look like before sitting down.

Slowly his arms lean against the two roses, their beautiful petals opening wide, countless flowers sprouting from the branches and wood behind him, and thousands of pink and red petals fluttering in the skies around the mansion.

The world was celebrating the release of the real Amon.

On the backrest of his chair, two wooden images were quickly created in beautiful detail, a black tiger on his left shoulder and a dragon over his right shoulder, as if the two were supporting each other.

Opposite from the transformation of his current arms.

But there seemed to be space above his head, for a phoenix and around his waist... a long serpent-like indentation was missing.

"Phew..."

The moment he sighed and sat back on his throne, the world started to change, to expand, huge forests with countless trees and plants, animals and birds now being created all over the huge new expanse, beautiful rivers and streams forming on the new mountains and hills it was like a paradise.

Amon stared into the distance, a bitter smile on his face; the sharper eyes were more fierce and suited a villain than the previous gentle and soft eyes.

"Let's see; I left everything to Tia for too long... Imagine forgetting I had the power to see my status from the moment I was reborn after death..."

With a simple wave of his hand, a strange interface was formed...

Like a novel research app or character creation app that he used to use when first starting this novel before he was tricked by a bad contract and lost everything related to his novel as the company was a scam.

'If I knew more back then, I would have written for Webnovel... Not those stupid sites about a panda or a light pub...'

He noticed that he could edit some personal details, so he changed the age, race and cultivation level, but it cost the Aura gained from the souls to upgrade his cultivation.

[Amon Winchester]

Age: 22

Race: Half-human (Dragon/Tiger Bloodlines)

Cultivation Level: Body Forging Realm - Stage 2

Combat Power: 45 [Base: 25 + Cultivation: 20]

Aura: 1,500/2,000

-> Cultivation Technique

Black Dragon's Descent (Supreme Level) - Stage 2

->Combat Technique

Dragon Fury Fist (Master Level) - Stage 2

Black Dragon Transformation - Stage 1

Snow Tiger Transformation - Stage 1

->Movement Technique

Blink Dragon Step (Master Level) - Stage 2

[Skills]

Intermediate Business

Advanced Driving

Advanced Pain Tolerance

Intermediate Spear Mastery

Basic Memory Search (NEW)

Intermediate Tame Beast (NEW)

About Me:

Once an upcoming author, his story "I am a villain, but I Seduced the Heroines" was rather popular on a free site; before being contacted by email from a company named Panda Story, suddenly he felt a strange delight able to earn from his hobby!

However...

The contract was flawed, and he lost everything while someone else started to change and remake his novel, and nobody even batted an eyelid.

They said, "It's funny and free to read; why do we care? You shouldn't have been greedy and wanted to pay for your stupid story."

And then... *Redacted by Amon Weltz*

"Stupid thing... I can only delete 100 words from my about me. It makes me look so pitiful..."

It seemed he gained two new skills from defeating the three spirits and a lot of Aura, which made him want Tia to send those disgusting fake Amons to him so he could devour them all.

But he knew this method was inefficient. However, he wouldn't change it.

Even if he gets less Aura, he loses some information, and each time, a little bit of his sanity is damaged from directly touching these horrific lives he was forced to live, like a doll without any self-will.

"I am glad I could take control and sleep with Alice instead of letting the impulse to kill her succeed... So what if readers call me pathetic... I am happy, the first heroine I ever wrote... Is my lover!"

His soul was so weak that he used all of his power to take control for important moments, the only Amon that touched the heroines was his, but the rooftop, punching Erlang and a few other things were not him.

'I would have taken Erlang as my driver... Damn it, you useless, selfish pricks!'

'How could they ignore how loyal that kid was? Even a little help and he would treat you like a brother... Like Dingzi! All he did was feed Erlang once... and the boy helped him for over two years with no pay!'

The annoying actions of these current souls went too far.

A villain must have principles.

He stood from his throne before swiping his hand across the air, to the right of his throne was a long wall, beautiful with a cream upper half and dark chestnut lower half.

The flick of his wrist created picture frames, and then beautiful pictures formed on those canvases with the snap of his right fingers.

Ming Xue, Alice, Elma, and his mother hang from the right wall; the large portraits show their most beautiful moments.

"Rebecca and Kizuna... Let's wait until you both earn the right to be beside them."

For a moment, he admired the wall before he sat back down, closing his eyes slowly, as if tired, taking a deep breath, the flowers on the huge throne always sprouting and blooming with various colours as if reflecting his moon.

"Let's get on with business... Shall we." Amon spoke to the ground beneath him, where a cute black tiger was lying at his feet, sleeping, beautiful silver stripes moving along with its belly.

While in the distant skies, a huge black dragon roared in agreement on its huge roost on the tallest mountain.

A cute black tiger is lying at his feet, with silver stripes, while in the distant skies is a huge black dragon, taking a roost on a huge mountain.

For a moment, Amon's eyes looked like a dragon before...

But the slit pupils and golden iris vanished when he blinked, as the strange magical world began to fade; now, the darkness of night in the city, the trembling wolf crying and kneeling, trying to cover her body, looked at him with terror in her eyes.

Amon looked down at her, giving a faint smile.

"Worry not, I won't touch you. The only wolf that I desire to taste is your princess."

"Ah!?"

Before the wolf could become hysterical, his hand covered her forehead, and a strange suction formed on his palm, causing her eyes to dull and her body to become like a doll.

"Forgive me, but I must do this. You know my face and I cannot just let you go."

He used his new skills, and despite apologising, there was no empathy on his face but a wicked smile as he began to see the memories of this cute wolf; slowly, he began to understand her better than she could.

After reading her memory, the only option was to tame her.

Right?

The Tiger and Dragon in his body looked towards his face.

They tilted their heads with a strange call, which he understood and could only grin with a bit of regret for his weak self; their calls translated as.

"Make sure you don't become pathetic again, Master."

"We follow you, not some loser who lets his power and technique throw him around like a wet cloth!"