Wild West Vampire Hunter
Jason and his buddy thought they had struck gold.
A quiet grave, an old coffin, and a body that looked like it hadn’t moved in centuries.
Turns out, the “corpse” wasn’t dead. It was a vampire, and it didn’t appreciate being disturbed. One bad decision later, both of them were dead before they could even scream.
…Or at least, Jason thought he was dead.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his world anymore.
No, this was the Wild West, only it wasn’t the one he knew. It was the setting of a webnovel he had read before, a lawless land filled with cowboys, gunslingers… and bloodthirsty vampires lurking in the shadows.
The real problem was that, he wasn’t the hero. Not even close.
Jason had transmigrated into the body of a third-rate villain, a spoiled young master who existed in the story purely to get beaten up during the academy arc.
And not just by the main character. Oh no. He’d be beaten by the protagonist’s friends, side characters, random bystanders, and even his own little sister.
“Hell no! Not happening. Not this time.”
He swore to change his fate, to avoid every fist, bullet, and boot meant for him. But the world had other plans.
The moment he tried to steer the story off course, something strange appeared—a system designed to “fix” the plot and undo his changes.
Now, standing there with a “legendary revolver” in his hand, a gun that the system had kindly turned into a water pistol, Jason could only stare blankly at it.
“…Yeah. This is going to be a problem.”
