Malicious Compliance: The Necromancer Who Hated His Script
"Oh look. Another betrayal. Another truck. Another “brooding” Necromancer.
You people really have simple tastes, don’t you?"
Kaito was a simple electrician. He knew how to fix short circuits, but he wasn’t prepared for the absolute disaster that was his love life.
When he discovered his girlfriend Lucy was cheating on him with Nick—a guy so blonde and American he practically bled apple pie—Kaito didn’t cry. He didn’t mope.
He did the worst possible thing.
He grabbed them both and dove headfirst under the nearest Truck-kun.
The result?
Nick and Lucy were reborn as the chosen Hero and Saint, beloved by the world and boosted by destiny itself.
Kaito was reborn as Mordecai von Ravenloft, the edgiest Necromancer to ever grace a digital page.
There’s just one problem.
Mordecai has read too many trashy webnovels—and he hates every second of his new life.
The System forces him to say cringe “cool lines,” assigns him quests he despises, and gave him a dark-and-handsome look that’s basically bait for thirsty fanfiction writers.
His first minion is Larry, a depressed skeleton with the work ethic of a government employee on a Monday morning.
Mordecai doesn’t want to save the world.
He doesn’t even want to destroy it.
He wants revenge.
Not quick kills. Not dramatic duels.
He’s here to systematically dismantle Nick and Lucy’s “Influencer Hero” careers—exposing secrets, glitching quests, and turning their perfect kingdom into a bureaucratic nightmare.
Unfortunately, the System has other plans.
Thanks to the cursed Protagonist Aura, Mordecai accidentally attracts a “harem” he never asked for: dysfunctional, dangerous women who treat romance like a hostile work environment. From HOA-enforcing Banshees to alchemists whose potions violate the Geneva Convention, his life only gets worse.
And then there’s the progression system.
How do you beat a Hero with a Holy Sword?
By eating literal garbage.
Broken buttons. Rat tails. Expired coupons.
Consume trash, gain permanent, game-breaking stats. Who needs legendary weapons when you have [Max Shame Resistance]?
This is a LitRPG satire about exploiting the System, bullying destiny, and proving that power fantasies collapse the moment someone refuses to play along.
What to expect:
Interactive story: the MC reads your comments—and may insult you for them
Junk-Food Progression: power through pure degeneracy
Dysfunctional Harem: no catgirls, only problems
Pure Spite: love conquers all… unless you exploit the source code
Fourth Wall Obliteration: Mordecai knows you’re reading this
If you want a noble hero, go read Nick’s story.
If you want to watch a man on the verge of a nervous breakdown use the apocalypse to prove how basic your tastes are—
Welcome aboard.
Content warning: graphic violence, strong language, excessive cringe.
