cier_Tempest

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A remake of another novel I created.
Kazuki Takumi Amagiri was always a kid with a troubling life, abusive parents, poverty, being bullied at school you know the usual sob story that probably goes in a documentary for the early life of a serial killer or something. Throughout his life he's always wondered if maybe the reason world hates him was because he had the audacity to exist. But through a series of events he met his best friend and was introduced to a series of games where he found his spark of resilience to carry on in life in a character named Markus one of the main antagonists of the book.
And ten years later he's a university student, dormmates with his best friend and is just about to finish getting his degrees.
He'd also just finished playing the third installment in a his favorite video game franchise
All was going well in life, things were looking up until in one cruel twist it was over, no fanfare, no "going out with a bang", Kazuki's life just fizzled out like a candle in the wind.
Curiously though, Kazuki's story was not over as he found himself in the body of "Markus" at the start of his story.
How will this strangely ironic twist of fate change the world at large? And more importantly how will it change our main character?

Survival as an antagonist is hard when the world is against you

A few days had passed since I made Silica my pawn...

*Click!* *Fwoosh!*

The azure flame glittered and burned in my hands, its warmth licking at my fingertips as I shaped it—stretching, shrinking, curling it into delicate spirals before letting it flare into something wilder. A happy tune hummed from my lips as I worked, the orange glow reflecting in my eyes.

I pressed my fingers together, narrowing my focus, and the fire shrank into a tiny, flickering ember. Then, with a twitch of my wrist, it bloomed again, a bright, hungry flame. The heat kissed my skin, but I welcomed it. It was mine—a power I could wield, mold, and command however I pleased.

Behind me, I heard hesitant footsteps. A quiet clink of porcelain.

Before the incident (3)