The Villain's Ascension

At the age of ten, Loras stood at the precipice of power beyond what anyone had ever seen. His cultivation had surged to unimaginable levels, even if he presented only a fraction of his true strength to the outside world. The final stages of the Great Ascension were approaching, a milestone that would open the gates to the False Immortal Realm. But Loras had no intention of waiting for the world to recognize his power; he had already set the wheels of his master plan in motion, and they would soon bring the universe to its knees.

The Doom family, the foundation of his existence, knew nothing of the extent of his abilities. To them, he was merely the heir, a promising child whose every word was weighed carefully, whose every action was scrutinized. They were proud of him—proud of his intelligence, proud of his sharp mind, proud of the family name he carried. They believed him to be the future leader, the one destined to lead their clan to unparalleled heights. But little did they know, Loras had no need for them or anyone else.

The power of the Doom family had been cemented long before his birth. With ancestors who had reached the True God Realm, the family name held immense weight in the Immortal World. But in Loras' eyes, their power was a cage. It was a stepping stone, nothing more. The true power lay beyond—at the edges of the Divine World and the untapped Eternal Realms. Those realms were his goal, and he would stop at nothing to claim them.

Within the shadows, the Shadow Scorpion had taken root. The organization Loras had secretly cultivated, with his vast manipulation of resources and the control he exercised over countless people, was a force to be reckoned with. Its tendrils had infiltrated every corner of the known worlds, with spies and agents positioned in every major faction, in every world that Loras had touched. They were his eyes and ears, his tools for shaping the course of history.

The Evil Points he had amassed were now a tool of unimaginable power. With each passing day, he grew stronger—his mastery of forbidden techniques expanded, his control over the very laws of reality itself deepened. The more he accumulated, the more the universe bent to his will. He didn't just collect points; he used them to alter the fabric of the worlds around him, influencing the fates of those who dared cross his path.

But power came at a cost. The worlds were starting to notice the tremors caused by his actions. Forces in the Immortal World, though unaware of his true strength, could sense a shift in the balance. Higher powers were starting to pay attention—forces who, despite their might, would never understand the full extent of what Loras could do. They could feel the invisible pull of destiny drawing them closer, and with it, the ominous presence of a storm on the horizon.

Loras smiled to himself as he sat in the high tower of the Doom family's grand palace. His fingers traced the edge of an ancient, celestial artifact, a relic of unimaginable power that had been passed down for generations. He could feel its power, a resonance that connected him to something far greater than the world around him. But it was nothing compared to what he was on the verge of attaining.

His mind drifted to the Son of Luck, a name that had been whispered in the shadows of the worlds. The one who, if left unchecked, could rise to threaten everything. Loras had already foreseen this possibility and had taken the necessary steps to ensure it would never come to pass. The Son of Luck might be a potential threat, but he was nothing in the face of the infinite schemes Loras had set in motion. Every ally, every supporter of the Son of Luck would be removed, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the wreckage of what might have been. The future was in his hands—and Loras had already set the path to ensure he remained untouchable.

Soon, the world would be forced to recognize his power, to see the scope of his ambitions. And when that time came, the only thing they would remember was that Loras Doom had bent the very fabric of the universe to his will.