As someone who'd gotten his girlfriend stolen, Edwin was pretty sensitive about the topic of cucking.
Like crying over old Instagram posts sensitive.
『Steal the protagonist's women』 wasn't exactly the kind of job description he expected to hear in a divine office, but here he was.
'But damn… what did this guy do to make this god this mad?' Edwin wondered as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"What did he do to make me mad?" the God of Games repeated with dramatic exasperation. "He's just so fucking annoying."
Edwin flinched.
Wait.
He didn't say that out loud.
The god reached into his pocket.
He was wearing the same style of trousers as Edwin yet managed to pull out an oversized leather book the size of a historical encyclopedia.
It was like he was pulling something out of a separate dimension.
"This," the god announced, slamming the book onto the desk so hard the room trembled, "is my Diary of Games."
"Diary?" Edwin repeated.
"Yes. A diary. Like normal people use. Except better. Because it's mine." The god tapped the massive spine. "It contains every single game I've lived through."
"…Lived through?"
"Oh, did I not say?" the god asked lightly.
Then he smirked, lifted his chin, and laughed. "Alright, you delusional fuck. Let me enlighten you."
He pointed at himself proudly.
"As the God of Games, I have the authority to insert myself into any game, or novel, or fantasy world you humans create. It's basically my superpower."
'That's basically all I've ever wanted in life…'
The god snapped his head toward him.
"Yeah, how does it feel seeing someone who can live your dreams with a flick of his finger?"
Edwin stiffened.
Okay… secretly listening to his thoughts was one thing.
Mocking him for them was another.
He brushed it off the first time. But twice?
Now he was suspicious.
"Are you… listening to my thoughts?"
"Yes," the god said without an ounce of shame. "It's convenient."
Edwin opened his mouth but the god cut him off with a raised hand.
"Anyway," he said briskly, flipping through the thick diary pages, "see this final name here?"
He turned the book around and pointed at the bottom entry.
Edwin leaned forward. He recognized that title immediately and his eyes widened.
"No way."
"Yes way," the god said smugly.
"That's… 'Protagonist's POV.'" Edwin whispered.
The god nodded dramatically.
"The very same. A steaming pile of narrative garbage."
Edwin's jaw tightened as he scanned the title over and over.
He read that novel ages ago. It was trash. Like, trash-tower-of-babylon level trash.
He dropped back into his chair, completely stunned.
"Ah… what were you doing in that novel?" Edwin asked. "It's complete trash."
The God of Games shut the diary hard enough to create a gust of wind.
He coughed then blushed.
Edwin blinked.
Did a god just blush?
"I liked one of the female leads… Astra," the god admitted, cheeks reddening slightly. "So I reincarnated into the body of an extra and gave myself some overpowered skills."
Edwin stared.
He didn't even know how to react.
"But that idiot protagonist," the god continued, anger building, "STILL managed to get her even after all those years I spent courting her! YEARS! And then… AND THEN he forced her to kill me because he was insecure!"
Edwin bit his lip.
'I mean… going for Astra is crazy.'
The god froze.
Slowly turned his head and glared.
"I heard that," he hissed. "Astra supremacy, you fool."
Edwin gulped.
The god adjusted his tie like a mafia boss calming himself down, puffing a big ball of smoke.
"Anyway," he said. "do you understand what your job is now?"
Edwin scratched his cheek.
"You're sending me into that world, right?"
"Correct."
"And… I'm reincarnating into someone?"
"Yes."
"…Who?"
The god leaned back dramatically and extended his arms.
"You will reincarnate into the body of the Main Villai—"
"Wait, why the main villain?" Edwin interrupted. "Can't I go as someone else? Like a side character? A merchant? A noble? Anything else? Just not the literal stepping stone of the Protagonist…"
The god's left eye twitched.
"The main villain is the only one with potential second to the protagonist," he said sharply. "It's the only logical choice."
"But you said you reincarnated into an extra—"
The god exploded.
"What the fuck?!" He slammed both hands on the desk hard enough that the wood cracked. "What don't you understand about 'I can't use my powers freely again for the next year?!'"
"You didn't mention that."
"I HAVE NOW!" he barked.
He took a deep breath.
Then he sat back down slowly, massaging his temples.
"I can only extend my influence to a few people now," he said more calmly. "If you want to reincarnate as a commoner, I can arrange that but you will suck. Horribly. And the protagonist will beat you like a medieval rug."
Edwin shook his head quickly.
"Fine… I'll take the main villain."
"Good," the god said, grabbing a cigar. "Finally someone listens."
Edwin cleared his throat.
"So uh… when will I reincarnate?"
"Two months before the original plot begins," the god said, flicking ash shaped like broken tropes. "That gives you time to establish yourself properly."
Edwin nodded.
It made sense.
"Now remember your goal," the god continued, raising a finger. "You are to seduce the women closest to the protagonist. Make them fall for you. Make him suffer. Emotionally. Spiritually. Biblically."
Edwin raised an eyebrow.
"S-so the aunt too?"
"Yes," the god said immediately. "Especially the aunt. Start with her. She's the easiest to sway. She's a lonely woman with marriage pressure… your specialty."
"That is not my specialty."
The god ignored that.
"If you get any of them on the bed," the god added with a wink, "you get additional rewards from your system."
Edwin blinked.
"Rewards… from the system?"
"Well, yes," the god said dryly. "What? Did you think I'd send you in powerless? I'm petty, not stupid."
He snapped his fingers.
A glowing white aura surrounded Edwin.
It felt like warm electricity and was strangely comfortable.
Then the god snapped again.
The aura began turning into white sparks.
Like static electricity peeling off his body.
"What's happening?!" Edwin yelped.
"Oh, that's you dissolving into a soul particle state," the god explained casually. "Totally normal. You'll get used to it."
Edwin's legs vanished.
Then his torso.
Then his hands.
"You didn't tell me the full things about my mis—!"
"Oh shut up and say 『System』 when you get there, fucker!" the god shouted, waving dismissively.
And just like that…
Edwin dissolved completely into white sparks and vanished from the divine office.