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Summoned a Hero But Got a Villain Instead

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Below is a short summary of the story. If you don't have much time, you can read it. If you want the full synopsis, skip this paragraph and go to the next one. -- -- -- -- The MC and his classmates are transported to another world where they must complete deadly trials to survive. Those who pass will be chosen as heroes. Everyone gains a unique skill the MC’s is necromancy. He manipulates, deceives, and kills anyone, and his team is just as twisted as he is. Volume 1 focuses more on cultivation as well as some struggle umm.. Mc would still be flexing, but Volume 2 will truly shine for slice of life readers, dark comedy ones as well as those who loves academy genre. From volume 2 Academy would be the main focus. After the first volume, the story will take a slice-of-life turn as the MC becomes the strongest after tricking the gods themselves. And necromancy? It’s just the beginning. His power will grow far beyond that. He will have much more powerful skills. That’s all for the short rundown. Below is the full synopsis. ----------------------------- They summoned a hero to save their world. Instead, they got him. In his old life, Dante was a nobody, a bullied orphan who had learned that kindness was weakness and survival meant treating everyone like a pawn. So when a goddess dragged him from his world and threw him into a brutal death game, he didn’t scream like the others. He smiled. This was a game he was born to play. While the other heroes(his classmates) fought with hope and friendship, he fought with cold logic. Gifted with Necromancy, the power to raise the dead, he built an army from both enemies and fallen allies. Lies, manipulation, betrayal, he wore them all like masks, even posing as a reluctant leader. Around him gathered a team of powerful, dangerous women whose affections and rivalries he twisted into weapons only he could control. In the end, he won. He stood before the goddess and, with one final deception, stole the power of a god. Now he was immortal. Unkillable. But victory carried a darker truth. The trial had been nothing more than training. The gods who ran it now saw him as their weapon, ready to be discarded when they were done. Worse still, beings older and darker than gods had taken notice of his power. And so, the real game began. He enrolled in Silverleaf Academy, the heart of this new world’s strength, not as a conqueror, but as a quiet, unremarkable side character. From the back row of a classroom, he would pull the strings of kings and queens, topple empires, and build his own. Everyone was searching for a hero to save them. None would suspect that the quiet boy in the shadows was the tyrant who would bring them all to their knees. ---------------------------------- For Character Illustrations https://discord.gg/ht8sfcTCcR _________________________ Additional Tags :- #ANTIHERO, #OVERPOWEREDMC, #ACADEMY, #VILLAIN, #RUTHLESSMC, #SIDE CHARACTER, #MANIPULATIVEPROTAGONIST, #MAGIC, #SURVIVAL, #TSUNDERE ,#YANDERE#18+#KINGDOMBUILDING, #SWORDSANDSORCERY,#NECROMANCY,#UNDEAD,#AURA FARMING
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