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Prolog

The rain poured down over the ruins of the city. The stench of smoke and blood hung heavy in the air.

Amid the rubble, a small boy knelt beside his father—the world's greatest hero, now lying motionless, his light extinguished.

"Father… why did they…?"

"Listen, my son. Never forget this… justice does not belong to one side. You must seek your own truth…"

The boy's trembling hand clutched a silver pendant, the last gift of his father, while his eyes burned with fury.

Years later, beneath the looming shadow of a castle, a massive iron gate creaked open.

One by one, the heirs of legendary villains stepped inside—bearing cruel smiles, cold eyes, and powers as dangerous as their bloodline.

Among them stood a quiet boy, his face calm, his name false.

No one knew the truth—

That he was the son of the hero they had slain.

And thus began his journey…

At the Royal Academy of Villains.

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