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Misunderstood Hero: My Family Are All Villains

Chapter 51: A Royal Life · Oct 16, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Teacher 2026-10-16
152 Chapter 152: DAMN YOU, SULTAN 2026-10-16
153 Chapter 153: The Deceiver 2026-10-16
154 Chapter 154: Behold Your Truth 2026-10-16
155 Chapter 155: In This Life 2026-10-16
156 Chapter 156: An Unimaginable Past 2026-10-16
157 Chapter 157: Death 2026-10-16
158 Chapter 158: Your Fall Is Over 2026-10-16
159 Chapter 159: A Shift Of Fate 2026-10-16
160 Chapter 160: An Angry Father 2026-10-16
161 Chapter 161: Countless Obstacles 2026-10-16
162 Chapter 162: Awakening 2026-10-16
163 Chapter 163: Demon Wave 2026-10-16
164 Chapter 164: Moving Against The Wind 2026-10-16
165 Chapter 165: Land 2026-10-16
166 Chapter 166: The Sultan They Knew 2026-10-16

Right in front of him, Malik saw a chock full of... people, normal people.

Kids much younger than Amal with trembling hands and too-large helmets.

Cripples leaning on their shields and still swinging blades.

Old men with white beards and sunken eyes, all fighting and dying for a cause they probably didn’t even understand.

He was disgusted.

So this was how his enemies fought their wars?

By throwing the weak and the helpless at each other and at his soldiers like cannon fodder? Like their lives meant nothing?

Without a word, Malik walked right through the clashing armies.

He didn’t even raise his hands. He simply walked, his boots crunching on the sand, his dark silks billowing in the night wind.

Everyone who looked at him stopped, almost hypnotized by the sheer weight of his presence, the golden hair that seemed to glow even without Moonlight, and the golden eyes that held no fear and no mercy.

Because even in the dark and from a distance, they could see who he was.

This was the bearing of a man who had conquered Hell itself.

A Sultan stood amongst them.

Many seemed to recognize him.

Without them even realizing it, their weapons dipped and they parted from before him, creating a path through the chaos.

He took one step, then another, slowly cutting through them all.

Soldiers forgot their grudges, enemies lowered their blades, and the fighting died down.

By the time he reached the hill on the other side, no one among them fought anymore.

They were all either completely confused or stuck staring at the Sultan.

The place had turned completely silent, save for the whimpering of the wounded and the distant cry of owls.

Malik, without acknowledging them, glanced at a nearby soldier.

The man wasn’t one of his own, wearing the blue of the invaders, but Malik didn’t seem to care:

”What’s your Element?”

Though beyond stunned, the soldier managed to stammer out a reply:

”E-Earth.”

Casually, Malik gestured at the top of the hill where the four Magi were.

”Send me up.”

Nodding repeatedly, the soldier slowly conjured a pillar of earth from the ground.

The pillar rose beneath Malik’s feet, lifting him skyward.

This was an enemy helping him without a single word of resistance.

The soldier didn’t question why and definitely didn’t think about betraying the Sultan by collapsing the pillar.

His existence was just that terrifying to them.

Once at the top, Malik hopped off the pillar and stood directly before the battling Magi.

It didn’t take them long to notice the newcomer.

The Space Magi froze up. The Summoner’s hands dropped to her sides. The Wind Magi’s gales died in a near instant. And it took them even less time to realize who he was.

All three stopped and stared, just as stunned as the rest of their soldiers below.

Zafar was the same, though for an entirely different reason.

Up close, one could see that his white robes were torn and bloodied, his white hair matted with sweat, and his beautiful face smeared with dirt.

But his eyes—his eyes were wide with what looked like hope, fear, and relief, all tangled together.

”M-My Sultan?”

Malik nodded at him, acknowledging him for the first time.

Despite the greeting’s simplicity, or perhaps because of it, Zafar almost broke down to tears right then and there.

***

Minutes Earlier...

’So I’m going to die now, huh...’

Zafar didn’t know what to think about that.

He had always imagined his death would be glorious.

Surrounded by important enemies, perhaps, or saving someone important, or at the very least with a beautiful woman by his side.

Not like this... never like this.

Stuck in a deadlock on a rocky hill in the middle of nowhere, with no one to witness his final moments.

And now, even if he wanted to think of something else, he couldn’t.

Memories flashed before his eyes as he fought, memories that made up his really dumb life.

He could do nothing but watch and experience them all over again.

Growing up, his life was a good one.

A royal life.

Zafar was from a Great Family, a part of the privileged few who commanded respect and authority without lifting a finger.

He had never known hunger, never known fear, never known what it meant to struggle for survival.

Enough so that he convinced himself he could be on the path to becoming a hero.

After all, heroes lived luxurious lives, didn’t they?

Indeed, they did!

Eventually, he would become strong.

Strong enough to defeat the most evil of villains!

Malik, the Sultan of Blood and Fire, the man who had killed the Former Sultan in cold blood!

Indeed, he’d grown up in a Devil’s Maw that despised the man who now stood as their most loved Sultan.

Malik was painted as a monster, a tyrant, and a butcher who reveled in death by every conceivable metric.

Zafar had swallowed it all without question.

That was what heroes did, didn’t they?

They fought evil!

Yet, back then, all those years ago, if he were completely honest, he didn’t care all that much for what the Villain supposedly did.

Nor did he care for the many millions he supposedly killed in his incredible terror.

The numbers were too big, and the stories were too distant. What mattered most was the attention, the praise, and the adoration of the masses.

Oh, how lovely was admiration?!

Zafar was thrust into a world where everyone was vying for recognition, where the strong survived and the weak were left behind.

It was a world he loved, for he was seen in the best light in it.

Devil’s Maw’s hero!

Indeed, he went and became the leader of a Heroic Coalition, one that included some of the Sultan’s very own family!

The sense of achievement and self-worth, the sheer amount of superiority he felt by being praised by the masses was simply addicting!

Their objective?

To fell the evil Sultan, of course.

No longer would he be left to slaughter his own people!

They were to finally save Devil’s Maw from his clutches!

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