Quick Transmigration: Villain Creation System MASTERLIST
Pairing/s: Mark Grayson x Reader x Invincible Variants
Synopsis:
You died. Literally. The process itself was nothing special. The interesting part is what happened after. Instead of the abyss or paradise, a mysterious voice strikes up a deal with you in front of your fresh corpse.
[I am the Villain Creation System, if you want a second chance at life, then you must corrupt the souls of various Mark Graysons across the multiverse.]
“Do I have a choice?”
[Of course! Agree to our terms, or spend the rest of eternity alone and conscious of your own nonexistence, unable to move on to the next life and barred from what your ilk calls Heaven.]
[ ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ]
“...okay, sold.”
[Yay!]
You successfully destroyed the lives of different versions of Mark Grayson, but when it's time to claim your prize, something goes wrong and you are stuck in this godforsaken timeline. What's worse was that they have found you.
"Come with me and we will rule the universe together."
"Be my wife and bear my children. No harm will ever come to you."
"After you died, no one could compare to you, not even your own corpse."
You: (•_•)
General Trigger Warnings: you are literally dead, death in general, dark humor (e.g. necrophilia jokes), innuendos, mild swearing, mentions of violence and bodily harm, toxic relationships, the Marks are their own warning
Your Character Settings: AFAB
Chapter 1: Don't Mix Red Bull with Coffee
Chapter 2: Tutorial Mission START
Chapter 3: When In Doubt, Do Your Research
Chapter 4: Just Cut Their Red Thread of Fate
Chapter 5: This Boy is a Choking Hazard
Chapter 6: Square Root of a^2+b^2
Chapter 7: My Mama Done Tol' Me a Man…
Chapter 8: They Call Him–
Chapter 9: Just Spit It Out!
Chapter 10: Mountain and Sea
Chapter 11: Like a Virgin
Chapter 12: They Call It the "Suspension Bridge Effect"
Chapter 13: Coming Soon.
[This story is also available on AO3 and Quotev if you prefer the format there.]
Questions and Discussion about the fic
who is who
villain creation system and origins
path to destruction
how many variants
greedy for love and attention
cheat items
toxic viltrumites vs human love
maskless (gay) mark
villain reformation system
virgin viltrumite
will the marks find out the truth?
more on virgin viltrumite mark
mohawk's zipper
rizz 'im with the 'tism
1st mark's jealousy
meeting with main mark
which variants; also, angstrom?
we don't villainize love rivals here
piercings
system cheats are op
card and board games are free
random thoughts: sinister loves selfishness
note: there are more questions and discussion regarding the fic that i may have missed but you can click on the #vcs or #villain creation system tag to see them all. ♡
Fanart:
fanart by @gluttonousriceflour
spoiler!! chapter 6 fanart by anon
Disclaimer: The images used in this post do not belong to me. They were lifted from the following sources:
Invincible flying from https://gamerant.com/invincible-every-character-fate-comics/
Alternate Invincibles from https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/
Me reading a qt novel in wattpad: *Peacefully absorbing the plot*
Random commenter: *Calls the MC selfish for bullying the ML even though she's just trying to follow the plot and die at her destined time to go back to her real mother.*
Me:😊💢
Also random commenter: *Criticizes the MC for mourning and feeling bad for the ML's bullies even though she actually got closer to them over the years because she's pretending to be one of the villains.*
Me: Let's see you mingle and be friendly to people for years just to be a bystander as they die or get exiled!😊😊😊 Even if those bullies were bad people, its human nature to unconsciously open their hearts to people who were amicable and nice to them for years even if its wrong!! MC wasn't defending them, trying to save them, or making excuses for their actions, she's mourning for them!
Also-also random commenters: *Cursing and getting angry at MC for not respecting the mom of her original body even though said mom had a mother and daughter sold to a brothel because of a piece of bread that they stole because the mom abuses the servants and doesn't feed them.*
Me: Right. Sure. FINE. Mc is wrong for not being a righteous robot.
Guess she should fight against her fate with all her might and save everyone and everything with the power of sunshines and rainbows.
I feel like Cheating Men Must Die had a rocky start, but it got really interesting around the arc where Gu Chen was introduced. I felt like the artist actually started introducing some worldbuilding around that time
Zhu Qingchen, who tragically passed away at 20 and was posthumously named “Prince’s Tutor,” was chosen by the system as a “good teacher” to complete various tasks—each in a different dog-blooded novel.
Zhu Qingchen: Is the “Prince’s Tutor” title just for show?
System: No way! Absolutely not!
In the ancient world, the protagonist was a brilliant scholar who studied hard for ten years, only to be taken advantage of by a scumbag the night before his imperial exam. The next day, sick with a fever, he collapsed before the emperor and was exiled to the frontier for a decade. Afterward, the scumbag tried to rope him into rebellion, eventually making himself emperor and trapping the scholar in the palace as his queen.
Zhu Qingchen: Wait, what? Waking up with a “whoosh”, Zhu sharpened his knife all night at the door, ready to protect his top scholar. [No one messes with my star student!]
In the modern world, the protagonist ranked last in his class for three years but turned it around to place first right before the college entrance exam. However, the scumbag ripped up his admission ticket the night before, causing him to miss the exam. He finally entered the New Western School, where he was humiliated by the scumbag’s arrogant boss during a school celebration.
Zhu Qingchen: What the hell? Zhu “swooshed” on his little electric donkey, escorting the protagonist to the exam hall.
I testify! This is my student; let him go in to take the exam first, and then come out to make up his identity certificate! [He doesn’t need an admission ticket; he can take the exam first and worry about paperwork later!]
In the ABO world, the protagonist was a beta with average abilities, but his grades were good enough for the best university in the empire. The scumbag concealed his scores, locked him in a room, and prevented him from attending university, turning him into a canary and forcing him to bear three children. He even made him wear women’s clothing to an imperial banquet, where the protagonist’s identity was exposed, humiliating him in front of the imperial marshal.
Zhu Qingchen: Excuse me, what?! He broke into the room with a “swoosh”, rescuing the protagonist from the nightmare.
To make matters even better, the imperial leaders intervened and took action. The imposing imperial marshal announced in front of the cameras, “Anyone who dares to steal talent from the empire is an enemy of the world.”
Zhu Qingchen, who was on standby, showed a brilliant smile with eight big white teeth and gave a thumbs-up. “Well said!”
Translation: https://www.novelupdates.com/series/becoming-a-teacher-in-dog-blood-novels/ (in progress)
Shou MC: Zhu Qingchen | Gong ML: Li Yue
Setting: Base setting - ancient China, quick transmigration to ancient China, modern settings, and interstellar settings.
The MC is here to help protagonists kick away scum gongs!
The MC transmigrates into different abusive-romance novels, and becomes the teacher of the OG protagonist shous. With the MC's guidance, the OG protagonists get smarter, stronger, and avoid various pits, and generally become awesome/reach their full potential (e.g. in the imperial examination).
The MC's system is actually super cute here, doing things like using its screen to fan the MC 🤣🤣🤣
As for the ML....he's such a romantic for the MC. His assistance and generally clinginess becomes a lot more blatant as the worlds progress, very sweet.
I recommend this novel to those who want to see scum gongs put in jail 😆
Full arc title: The Unfavored Daughter Chooses an Unlikely Backer (link to arc masterlist here)
Chapter title: The Best Things in Life are Free, the Second Best Things…
Word count: 1.6K
Pairing: Mammon x FMC, Mammon x F!Reader
MAMMON
The duchy was falling apart. The mines had been stripped of every piece of gold and diamond they could offer and Mammon was now feeding his people from his own pocket. Sure the royal family would give a hefty award for winning the war but he had hundreds of people living in the dukedom, he had a lot of mouths to feed and he needed a separate award for the men who accompanied him to battle. The royal sum won’t last them long.
“You keep sighing.” It was his former nanny and current head maid, Everleigh. She brought him a pot of tea. He really didn’t like tea, but it wasn’t like they could afford wine or hot chocolate anymore. He technically could, but then what would the people eat?
“Leigh, what should I do? I suck at writing letters.” He had crumpled at least a dozen pieces of paper trying to find a way to ask for a loan from Viscount Leopold.
“Take a break, Your Grace, you haven’t rested since you arrived yesterday.”
Unable to resist temptation, he snuck out for a drink at Ammencera Promenade without his men to clear his head. But of course, they caught him.
With another sigh, he gave up. “I think I will take a break.”
Leigh grinned before bowing and living his study.
He finished every drop of the warm tea before retiring to his bedroom.
The next morning he woke up earlier than the break of dawn, slipped into plain-looking trousers and the dirty white shirt he wore when he sparred with the knights, and escaped back to Ammencera Promenade. Everleigh didn’t like him going there, not because it was the so-called “land of the peasants,” but because she didn’t want him getting caught and ostracized even more by the other nobles.
He didn’t care what the other nobles thought about him though.
He passed by several decrepit buildings and a bunch of construction workers and glassware makers laughing.
“They look awfully cheery for men who are awake this early in the morning,” Mammon said as he met with Richard, the elderly toymaker he met with last night before getting his drink.
“I hear business is booming.”
“Huh.” Mammon shrugged. “Ya got what I asked?”
Richard chuckled. “Ten dolls and ten soldiers, just like you commissioned.”
Mammon beamed and gave him his payment before taking the sack of toys from his old friend. “Thanks, Richard. I may need to come back again so do your best to stay alive.”
“Ha! Never gets old.”
Mammon hurried to the orphanage, where Winnet stood holding her own sack. “Finally! I thought I was going to freeze to death.”
“Why didn’t you wait inside?”
“I was worried you’d get lost with all this fresh snow.”
“I’m not that stupid.”
“I really doubt it.”
“Where are the wonder twins?”
“At home, exhausted.” Minette grinned. “They had a rush order and they found their new ‘muse.’”
“Really?” That was a first.
“Well, come on, the kids are waiting.”
***
YOU
You were in the library when Lyrra informed you that your purchases have been delivered to the estate.
“Send them to my room.” Without looking away from your book, you tossed her a coin, which she shakingly caught with both hands.
“Yes, milady!”
“And be sure to call me when lunch is prepared.”
“Of course.”
The system watched the maid skip away with glee before dinging. [Won’t the family be mad about the giant hole you left in their pocket?]
You chuckled. “I’m counting on it.”
Lo and behold, your father was fuming when he caught you walking into the dining hall for lunch.
You ignored his and your stepmother’s glares as you made your way to your seat. No one spoke a word while the servants brought the meal. No one moved even when the last plate was set down.
Shrugging to yourself, you picked up your spoon to try the soup–the head of the house coughed loudly, an act that even a young child of any nobleman would deem inappropriate and rude.
You didn’t flinch, of course, in fact, you haven’t acknowledged his presence since you entered. The man has ignored this body 90 percent of the time.
Smiling tenderly, you proceeded to eat first.
That set him off. “You dare eat!”
You set down the spoon and dabbed your chin with your napkin before making eye contact. He was a sour-looking man, with graying hair and a nasty set of distracting yellowing teeth.
You offered a small but loose. "It is lunch time, is it not? You all seemed unwilling to eat so I went ahead and took the first bite to show you that the food isn't poisoned."
Your father turned pink so his loving wife stepped in, grinning forcefully at you. "I hear you went out shopping."
Your sisters lit up at the mention of the merchandise delivered at the door.
"I saw everything. I didn't even recognize any of the branding," commented Deneve.
“So many things and yet so little taste,” added Alma. “That reminds me you’re wearing an interesting ensemble today, sister.”
“Yes, the redness of your lips is so lovely. You look worthy enough to be married to Marquess Whitlock.”
Marquess Whitlock was an old man notorious for sleeping around with the so-called ladies of the night.
The two girls burst into a fit of muffled giggling, content with their wittiness.
“Now, girls, be nice to your sister. It’s your job to guide her during times like this.” Your stepmother was definitely smirking behind that veneer of pity and sympathy she showed you.
You merely hummed. “I don’t blame you for not noticing the brand names, after all, the Queen was the one who suggested them. She also complimented the glow of my face when I visited her the other day.”
The girls froze and a silence befell the room. To insult the Queen’s taste, the opinion of anybody from the royal family, was a major faux pas akin to social suicide. There was an old legend about a king from long ago who went to war and came home with a woman with origins unknown. Not much was known about her aside from her love of flowers. During a tea party, one of the guests innocently inquired why she wore a floral dress, as the pattern was commonly associated with little girls. The king cut the person’s tongue and florals bombarded the market for years.
Even if the majority found it over-the-top, no one would ever talk badly about how you previously donned the violet of the royal family or how your former fiance insisted on wearing flashy suits. (Not where it could be heard, anyway.)
“Nonetheless, even you have spent way more than necessary,” your father said.
Before you could open your mouth, your stepbrother, Bardrich, defended you, “Father, Alma and Deneve have spent more on fur coats and hats this season, I’m sure a few more won’t be too bad.”
You narrowed your eyes but quickly smiled at him.
Bardrich wasn’t horrible to look at. In fact, he was one of the female lead’s many admirers who made several appearances in the webcomic. They first met with her in a tree and she yelled at him for saying it was unladylike. He ate up the “not like other girls” act like grapes.
However, your body had no memories of this man outside of being just one of the members of your distant family, so it was a big shock for him to defend you like this.
“I beg your pardon, my lord, my ladyship.” The butler arrived holding a silver tray with a single letter.
You knew exactly what it was–
“It’s a royal invitation to the celebratory ball.”
The mood in the dining hall lightened instantly as everyone discussed what to wear and who to expect.
You quietly finished your lunch before excusing yourself to your room, leaving the family to their own.
[My Host, your ability to lie while smiling sweetly continues to impress me. Now please explain just what you’re going to do when everyone arrives at the ball and sees that Queen is wearing the same unflattering makeup!]
“No need to yell.” You picked up the boxes that didn’t have the Winfred’s logo. You unwrapped a wooden box freshly varnished and beautifully inlaid with rose flowers. You then went to find the other boxes that didn’t contain clothes or accessories. After finding the different glass vials, you opened the Witches’ Cauldron Chem Set and made a facial cleanser kit, then you made a hypoallergenic powder, a blush, and a lipstick, each one contained in ornate, professionally carved glass and metal containers. You had to thank Winnet for introducing you to such talented craftsmen.
You then wrote her a letter which included the usual greetings and polite chitchat in addition to your instructions: “Please avoid using your usual makeup during these three weeks as they will interfere with the treatment. If you must paint your face, please use the ones I have included in the box.”
When everybody was asleep, you rang for Lyrra. You handed her a delicately wrapped box and the sealed letter.
You slipped her a pouch of gold coins. “This must be sent ASAP, and no one else but you and the delivery man is to know about it, understand?”
She nodded, arms heavy with your gifts to Her Majesty and her salary.
“Oh, and before you go.” You threw her something. “Consider this a reward for your good job.”
Lyrra drooled at the diamond bracelet between her fingertips. “I’ll continue to serve you faithfully!”
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