[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-81":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: The Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1086022,1417,"Chapter 81","marvel-the-villain-chapter-81",81,"\u003Cp>David stood atop the van, untouchable, like a god in a wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two automatic rifles in his hands danced wildly, each sweep of the muzzles snuffing out a living soul with brutal finality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skill had transcended the limits of mere marksmanship, charging headlong toward the realm of artistry with a gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t follow rules when he fired; the guns were an extension of his will, moving as freely as his heart desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining SWAT officers were utterly broken, their courage shattered like glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d faced countless life-or-death missions, but none had ever instilled such raw, soul-deep terror and helplessness as this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s a fucking demon!\" One officer screamed, tossing his rifle aside, his eyes hollow with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, the scene was a graveyard of corpses, not a single survivor left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David’s face remained eerily calm, devoid of the sick thrill of killing or any trace of guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he hadn’t killed humans at all—just motionless, humanoid targets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, the thrum of helicopter blades cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes sat in the co-pilot’s seat, his dark face growing even darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just received word from LAPD: a fifty-man elite strike team had been ambushed en route, and—unfathomably—by a single attacker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rhodes, look!\" The pilot swiveled the onboard camera, gasping in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes snapped to attention, staring at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The convoy was stalled in the middle of the road, SWAT bodies scattered like broken dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single glance confirmed it: no one was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes’ heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the distress call to their arrival, less than a minute had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that fleeting window, fifty of America’s finest, the pinnacle of individual combat prowess, had been wiped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jesus Christ! Fifty elite operatives, not a fucking herd of pigs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes’ eyes bulged, his face a mask of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer insanity of it defied everything he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onboard screen panned slowly, revealing a face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David seemed to sense the helicopter, lifting his head to flash a cold, mocking smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill ran down Rhodes’ spine, followed by a surge of white-hot rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how precise your aim, you’re still flesh and blood. Let’s see you survive a helicopter’s autocannon, you bastard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gritting his teeth, Rhodes slammed the cannon’s fire button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die, you motherfucker!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Da-da-da!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter’s multi-barrel rotary cannon unleashed a storm of bullets toward the van.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the face of 23mm rounds, the armored vehicle’s plating was as frail as tissue paper, instantly riddled with egg-sized holes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cannonfire tore into the ground, kicking up clouds of yellow dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the dust cleared, David was gone from the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s vanished! Switch to thermal!\" Rhodes barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grabbing binoculars, he scanned the distance, trusting old-school methods over the chopper’s high-tech gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few breaths later, David reappeared in his sights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man moved across the ground at inhuman speed, then dove into an armored van.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes smirked. Foolish bastard, thinking a riot van could stop an autocannon?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prepared to fire again, but David leaped out of the van, now clutching a sniper rifle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chamber, aim, fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a fraction of a second, a bullet screamed from the barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter’s bulletproof glass shattered, the round’s remaining force drilling into the pilot’s forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact obliterated his head like a smashed watermelon, brain matter and blood spraying across the cockpit, splattering Rhodes’ face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes froze, his expression blank with shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter was hovering a hundred meters up, over a kilometer from David.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To land a headshot at that range, with that speed—it was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Rhodes understood why the elite team had been slaughtered so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man’s marksmanship defied human limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The headless corpse slumped onto the control stick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter spun wildly, a 720-degree Thomas maneuver in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahh!\" Two SWAT officers in the back, unbuckled, were flung out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One grazed the spinning rotor, his body sliced into chunks in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes clenched his jaw, fighting the dizzying vertigo, and shoved the pilot’s corpse aside, wrestling the stick back under control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the helicopter, now a runaway beast, wouldn’t be tamed so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David stood at a distance, watching the chopper spiral toward the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last second, it leveled out—but too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter slammed into the earth, the impact a thunderous roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive cloud of dust erupted, swallowing the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David grabbed his rifle and sprinted toward the crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter skidded to a stop, tilting to one side, its rotors smashing into a boulder, blades snapping into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes, bloodied and racked with pain, felt like every bone in his body was shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miraculously, he was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kicking out the cracked windshield, he crawled from the cockpit, collapsing face-up on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue sky, white clouds, the rising sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all his years, Rhodes had never noticed how beautiful the sky could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted, he wanted nothing more than to lie there, still and quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud... thud...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps broke the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes turned his head, seeing the demon approaching, a faint smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survival instinct kicked in. He scrambled to his feet, yanking his pistol from its holster and firing wildly at the monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David didn’t flinch, drawing his own handgun and returning fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes froze, then grinned maniacally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this split-second showdown, he was ready to trade his life for the kill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could take down this demon, death would be worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe they’d pin a posthumous medal on his corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Rhodes was dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David had no intention of trading lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunshots rang out in rapid succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen bullets flew from two guns, meeting in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks erupted as the rounds collided, deforming and fusing into warped metal clumps that veered off course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes’ face twisted in horror, like he’d seen a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dual-wielding pistols in a head-on shootout, and David blocked every fucking bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes’ worldview shattered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"FUCK!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He switched tactics, abandoning headshots. Each pull of the trigger shifted his aim—throat, chest, gut, thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s see you block this, you bastard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David’s lips curled into a cold smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes’ desperate plan was futile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every bullet he fired was met and intercepted with surgical precision by David’s shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can read advance Chapters and view R-18 images of the characters on pat reon page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pat reon.com\u002FGreenBlue17\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top 50. All time.\u003C\u002Fp>",1076,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.460Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.642Z",1,"novelbin.me","6512a4a0785e75c814a2722b14868eb019c1f029e0b7f100112f87762e5a2ea1","marvel-the-villain-chapter-82","marvel-the-villain-chapter-80",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]