[Warning! - Mature R18+ Contents]
[Read at your own discretion]

I didn’t reincarnate as the hero. Of course not.

I woke up as the main villain of a romantasy novel, the guy whose entire job is to be powerful, miserable, and conveniently dead by the final arc so the hero can get the girl.

Unfortunately for the plot, I’ve read this book.

I know every bad decision I’m supposed to make, every red flag I’m meant to wave, and the exact moment the heroine is supposed to fall in love with someone else.

Hard pass.

Instead of acting like an emotionally stunted tyrant, I start fixing things I was meant to ruin. I help when I shouldn’t. I show up when the hero’s supposed to. And somehow, I keep ending up alone with the heroines, having conversations that were never in the script.

They laugh.
They look at me differently.
The story starts acting weird.

Now the hero’s losing his “chosen one” aura, the romance flags are pointing in my direction, and fate seems personally offended by my existence.

Because if I’m already the villain…
I might as well steal the plot, rewrite the ending,
and fall in love while I’m at it.

[New Skill Obtained: Noctierre's Conditioning (20.8%)]


"A new skill...? And it's already at 20.8%!?"


[Dangerous Conditions Increased Experience Gain]


I felt it immediately. The ache in my ribs dulled from a sharp, stabbing agony to a low, manageable throb. My knuckles, bloody and battered, no longer vibrated with every movement.


Twenty percent wasn't much. But right now, it was everything.


The two Sentinels I'd knocked down were already climbing back to their feet. The fourth one circled behind me, slower than the others, its stone probably older than the others.


I charged at the slower Sentinel and planted my foot on its knee, using it to launch myself upward and connect my fist with its jaw.


And the entire head tore loose, crashing to the floor in a cloud of dust.


Chapter 47 - Useless Gacha...