MTL - Hail the King - ~ 1200, postscript and some heartfelt words

Ye Cheng transmigrated to Douluo Dalu where martial spirits reign supreme. Unfortunately, the martial spirit he awakened was a useless martial spirit, without even soul power. He could only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life.One day, his family was wiped out by their enemies. Ye Cheng was forced to run away while his clan gets slaughtered. He then lived for 20 years, unable to achieved anything with his useless martial spirit.Fortunately, at this time, he had awakened his cheat; He only needed to make up a persona for himself, and he could turn the power of the persona into his own. He made up a persona with twin martial spirits. When everyone believed that he had twin martial spirits, he had twin martial spirits. He made up a persona that would become a god in the future. If everyone believed that he was a god, then he would become a god!

One of the seven strongest people on the continent, the King of Mercenaries. He started a war to avenge his fallen family and destroyed territory but failed and lost his life. However… “Wow, I’m alive?” I returned to the past, back through time. A perfect opportunity to right my regrets and reverse everything. It doesn’t matter if people around me point fingers, calling me a scoundrel, or dismiss me as tr*sh. Because… “I’ve got a plan.” “What plan?” “A plan to destroy everything.” There won’t be a second failure. This time, I’ll wipe out all my enemies. …But first, I need to rebuild this damn estate.

When I read the development of the heroine getting stolen away, I left a malicious comment to the author.

But then I woke up later, and I’m now the villain who is supposed to steal the heroine.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”