Damn it!!!!
Damn it!!!!
Damn it!!!!
I don't know how many times I saw my damned head flying through the sky.
How many lives have I lost?
How many injuries have I suffered in my limbs?
From head to toe
And from head to toe
Those areas were not spared from beatings, torture, or murder.
As for the owner of the body, he was a fool.
So foolish that he believed a blue electronic rectangle that typed some words.
So foolish that he trusted the people who were with him.
So foolish that he lost many lives because of a handful of cowards.
They don't deserve to be called cowards; they are clever.
Of course they are clever, and they managed to deceive a fool who forgot how many times he had been reincarnated.
Damn it!!!
I don't know who I am or what I am.
All I know is that I was a person from a completely different world.
A peaceful world.
Everything in this world was available, every means of comfort.
I lived a life of bliss in this beautiful world.
Until the day came when the bliss I lived in turned into hell.
I was transported to another world, completely different from my beautiful one.
I don't know how I got to this world, but I realized that:
This world is where imagination is reality.
Magic, sorcery, power, spells, potions, and more.
A world where the law of the jungle prevails.
The strong devour the weak.
At first, I was eager to become extremely powerful.
I had silly dreams, like ruling this world and creating a harem.
I imagined myself sitting on a throne, several women gazing at me with gentle smiles, calling me by name.
But imagination remains imagination.
And a dream remains a dream.
But while I was dreaming and imagining,
I was surprised With a blue rectangle bearing some words,
it introduced itself as the System and explained that this strange world was one of its novels.
According to the System, I wasn't a reader of that novel.
I was a huge fan of military and harem romance novels.
I was madly in love with those kinds of novels.
At first, I liked the System when it told me this was a harem novel because, as I said, I loved that genre.
But then it gave me a huge shock.
I was actually the foolish villain in this novel, the one who attacks the hero's girlfriend,
and who gets beaten up by the hero.
This was incredibly annoying.
Because it's obvious that villains in hero stories die, except for the anti-heroes.
I also loved anti-hero novels,
where they plot to defeat the main characters and survive.
But the System shocked me by telling me I had to play the villain and, at the same time, help the heroes.
This was ridiculous.
How could I help a bunch of scum who were going to kill me?
But that damned blue rectangle tricked me.
It didn't just trick me; it played me like a wooden puppet on a puppet show.
It told me about many privileges I would gain, like strength and immortality, and explained that I was weak and would die on my first attempt.
And like a fool, I believed it and did everything it required.
Because of the promises it made me.
It promised me my return to my beautiful world,
and to receive and enjoy its riches,
and to marry the most beautiful woman.
So I did everything it required.
I secretly helped the heroes.
I endured their cruel humiliations and the looks of disgust they gave me. I suffered for them.
I almost sacrificed my life for them.
And in the end, the time came for my head to be cut off.
And the funny thing is, they were the ones who sentenced me to death.
For trivial reasons.
Not just trivial, but more trivial than trivial.
But I was even more foolish than that for believing them.
I was the idiot.
I was the coward.
I was the disgrace.
I was the damned bastard.
Why?
Can you believe I was executed for accidentally entering the heroine's room?
That's stupid, but I accepted it.
I wasn't supposed to accept it, but I accepted it wholeheartedly.
All because of that blue bastard.
The one I thought would bring me back to my beautiful world.
But...
[Your transfer failed due to a glitch. You must restart your life and the plot.]
What? Failed?!
[Yes, Host, there's a glitch. You must restart your life. I apologize, but you will remain in this world once more, and the plot will have to be restarted.]
When I heard that, I should have been furious.
But why wasn't I furious?
Why did I accept it?
Am I a fool?
Yes, I am a fool!
I am the one who believed him.
And I rebuilt my life, and sacrificed it again and again, countless times.
Every life is a new accusation, a new betrayal, a new death.
Execution.
Accusation.
Murder.
Accusation.
Murder.
I went through this countless times, constantly subjected to this damned, relentless killing, to the point that I forgot my first name in this beautiful, damned world.
I forgot what my world was like.
I forgot what my family was like.
I forgot what my friends were like.
I forgot if I was a student or not.
I forgot what my name was.
I forgot how to fight.
Correct! I forgot who I was fighting for.
Myself, or a handful of scum who don't deserve it?
From today, no more suffering.
No more licking.
No more stupidity.
No more betrayal.
No more stupid sacrifice.
No more of the damned women I dreamed of in this world.
No more regret.
No more. Following this naive system
From now on, I will be myself. I will protect myself. I will establish my empire.
From now on, I will sleep as the oppressor, not as the oppressed.
From now on, I will take revenge.
From now on, I will be me.
I am Austin Charles Farran.