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I thought surviving the war was hard. Turns out, being a celebrity war hero at magic school comes with its own unique challenges. Just when I was getting comfortable with my new life at Stoneway Academy, the monsters in the Shadow Wood of Misery decided to get a lot more aggressive, and I can't help but feel like it's my problem to deal with.

After years as the Free States of Caldia's most lethal weapon, all I want is to study magic at Stoneway Academy and find something resembling a normal civilian life. The Great War against the Democratic Republic of Auropa has finally come to a ceasefire, but tensions haven't necessarily died down overnight.

When keeping the world safe from horrors from beyond the veil, you have to expect the unexpected. Like the mayor and her coven of witches trying to recruit your girlfriend. Or the new drug on the streets turning people into mushroom-infested monsters. Or the FBI working overtime to cover up half a cornfield going missing. But, oh well. Keeps life interesting, if nothing else.

As a villain for hire I followed those rules, facing down heroes in scripted fights to make them look good for the press and brand deals. Sure, losing every time was a pain, but the money was good. Well, decent. And it kept real heroes off my back. Well, usually.

I stopped a demon-possessed warship and saved a kingdom. Surely a quiet semester at magic school isn't too much to ask? Apparently it is. A demon queen from my war days has started haunting my dreams, and she's got plans for the portal to hell sitting right under Stoneway Academy. The paladins say everything's fine. The headmistress says the ancient tree keeping the demons sealed is perfectly healthy. Meanwhile, I'm waking up smelling like brimstone and watching corruption spread through the school's roots.

It wasn't easy being the local slayer. Especially these days, when dragons owned the banks, vampires were peddling health insurance, and demons ran the strip clubs. Still, I'm not exactly hurting for work. Because no sooner do I finish putting down a wannabe necromancer than I get home to find a woman on my porch with her body tattooed in mystic runes, clutching an eldritch cube, and with a hell of a tale to tell. To make matters worse, there's a cult after her, a wolf-girl biker wants a piece of me (in more ways than one), and the new department store is messing with the time space continuum.

The four rules of freelance villainy are as follows: 1. Always wear a mask 2. Never hurt civilians 3. Never kill the heroes you’re paid to fight. 4. And the bad guy always loses. And the rules worked, until I had to take down the Heroes of Earth to get Psyren back. Now, I'm not only infamous, but have a mob of villains looking to join my 'evil' organization and take over the world. And that's the good news! The bad news is the second biggest villain on the planet wants to hire me to work a fight against his hero daughter.

As a villain for hire, I followed those rules, facing down heroes in scripted fights to make them look good for the press and brand deals. Sure, losing every time was a pain, but the money was good. Well, decent. And it kept real heroes off my back. Well, usually.

Maxim Volt worked very hard NOT to become the local madman. He didn’t plot doom upon his enemies (even when they deserved it). He didn’t stitch together monsters with parts 'recycled' from the local graveyard. Why, he barely allowed himself a maniacal laugh or two! And yet, he still somehow ended up getting kicked out of university, banished from the family estate, and inheriting a decrepit castle high in the mountains of Eastern Europe, complete with a spooky but devoted maid.

I survived the war and my first term at magic school. How hard could meeting the parents be? Turns out when your girlfriends include a princess, a dragon-blooded noble, a monster hunter from a legendary family, and a demonic duchess, "meeting the family" involves a lot more than awkward small talk over dinner. But holiday drama takes a backseat when revolutionaries start bombing the capital of Umbrica.

The four rules of freelance villainy are as follows: 1. Always wear a mask 2. Never hurt civilians 3. Never kill the heroes you’re paid to fight. 4. And the bad guy always loses. Victor, better known as the super villain Magneron, always played by those rules. He fought the bad fight, got beat, and got paid. And that worked well for him and the many women who loved him. What it didn't work for was the Guild of Villainous Foes, the premiere bad guy organization on the planet!

Maxim Volt has defended his rule against the depredations of industry, but a greater challenge awaits him. Marriage. For not only does he have to organize a rite of fealty, where the various powers of the Grimm Valley swear loyalty to him and his house, but he must fend off a bevy of sometimes murderous brides eager to become the mistress of the castle.

The four rules of freelance villainy are as follows: Always wear a mask. Never hurt civilians. Never kill the heroes you’re paid to fight. And the bad guy always loses. But there's an unspoken fifth rule: Don't get involved with heroes off the clock. Too bad that's not an option after taking down Teklin. And even worse, it's with the Heroes of Earth, one of the biggest hero orgs in the world!

Dorian Hawke's daily routine was pretty straightforward. Wake up, pull his weight around the village, eat potatoes, go to bed. Not too shabby. Not very interesting, maybe, but it was honest work. Then a boat falls like a meteor from the sky. Next thing he knows, a gorgeous elf and stunning faun tell him that magical blood runs through his veins, and they need him to navigate their ship through space.

Following the rules is what allowed me to build a career taking on superheroes in scripted fights. It's what let me to build my own evil organization. Gather a bevy of beautiful supervillainess lovers, and even get a cute mad scientist living in my basement. So no way in hell am I just going to sit back as one of my villainess lovers gets framed for murdering a superhero!

I've made a good career following the rules and taking on superheroes in scripted fights. But I'd never dreamed it would end up with me dating two stunning supervillainess, getting a household death ray, and having a mad scientist living in my basement. But you roll with the punches in this business. Be it coaching yandere psychics on the art of villainous monologuing, sourcing costumes from busty demonic fashionistas, or taking down a superarms dealers trying to kidnap my mad scientist. One thing's for sure, there's never a dull moment being the bad guy.

Villain for Hire is a hilarious adventure through the world of heroes, superpowers, love, and villainy. With mad schemes, hammy bad guys, psychically compelling yandere villainesses, and mad AI, this men's adventure is sure to delight.

Dorian Hawke's daily routine was pretty straightforward. Wake up, pull his weight around the village, eat potatoes, go to bed. Not too shabby. Not very interesting, maybe, but it was honest work. Then a boat falls like a meteor from the sky. Next thing he knows, a gorgeous elf and stunning faun tell him that magical blood runs through his veins, and they need him to navigate their ship through space.

Armand, Lich Lord of the Necropolis, is bored. So very... very bored. He's guarded the greatest dungeon in the world against all comers, but the issue is, no one is coming anymore. No adventurers have fought his reanimated dragon. No heroes have fallen into the spike pits. No one's come to admire the menacing décor of skulls and warnings written in blood on the walls. Nothing! So what's a last boss to do when no one's good enough to challenge his dungeon? Why, build a party himself of course!

With an uninvited new crew member aboard, Dorian and the crew of the Dragon's Wing set a course for Sphere. Once there, it's not business as usual, exactly. Dorian finds himself making friends and enemies alike as he investigates some strange happenings. How is the Imperium involved? Are they? And just who is behind this strange cult?