Secretly_A_Villian

Reincarnation.
Or rather... transmigration.
Whatever it is, it wasn't something i ever thought i would be a victim of.
But here i was...
... a villain in the very game i died playing.
But... as though that wasn't enough.
I am not even going to make it past the first arc.
Scratch that.
The very first day in the academy... 
... that's the day i die.
(Earlier chaps will involve info drop, the true story starts from the Academy Arc)

I Got Reincarnated as the Game's Villain

"How do you know about it…?" she demanded, her voice laced with unrestrained disgust as her piercing azure eyes bore into me. It seemed my words had struck a nerve.

She was striking, with golden-blonde hair woven neatly into a braid, and deep, penetrating blue eyes that could easily freeze someone in their tracks. Her flawless, snow-white skin framed her plump, pink lips, while her attire was both elegant and imposing, commanding attention. But it was her pointed ears that revealed her true nature.

Zilda Ellie Yureya. One of the notorious villains of the game.

A grim chuckle bubbled up in my mind. From her conversation and the raw hatred in her gaze, I had a strong suspicion of who she was from the start. She was the only one known to despise silver with such unyielding, irrational fervor.

"Ugh," I grunted, trying to wrench myself free from her iron grip. But her strength was overwhelming, far beyond anything I could counter in my current state. I was trapped, pinned against the rough bark of a tree as her hand clenched my neck in an unrelenting stranglehold.

Around us, the field lay open, a few other elves packing up their camp just within view, completely unconcerned with my predicament. Typical. Elves who viewed humans as nothing more than insects.

And that bastard standing behind her—the one who'd knocked me out before—watched silently, his gaze cold and unwavering. I knew that if I tried anything, he'd end me without hesitation.

I couldn't help the bitterness twisting in my gut. Why did this always happen to me? From my miserable life on Earth to this cursed existence here… I was at my breaking point.

And in that moment, something in me cracked. My expression shifted from anxious to coldly indifferent.

"Why shouldn't I know about it?" I replied, countering her question with my own.

Her eyes widened, surprised at my sudden boldness.

"Ugh—!" Pain exploded through me as her fist slammed into my gut, the impact so brutal I swore something vital had ruptured.

"You really don't get it, do you?" she sneered. "I call the shots here. I could kill you where you stand, and you couldn't do a thing about it. Now, tell me. How do you know of elven heritage?"

I looked up, a bitter laugh escaping my lips as frustration twisted in my chest.

Why? Why did I have to endure all this? Why was I condemned to endless suffering? Why did I have to live Amael's life, a life so riddled with pain that I had tried to avoid it at all costs?

I'm *tired* of it. Sick of it. Every day I wake up to a world that disgusts me, a life that gnaws at my sanity. I've tried to make the best of it, tried to hold it together…

But it seems this is all I'll ever know.

I was never in control of my fate. I was just a pawn in a game I barely understood.

The "good guy"? I'm done with that role.

I am through with being their entertainment. Their tool.

"Fine. Let me tell you," I muttered, my voice hollow, my mind numbing as dark thoughts swirled around me like a storm.

That's what they wanted, right? Fine.

I'd give them a villain they'd never forget.

"I'll end it all," I whispered, feeling something crack deep within me, a cold resolve hardening in my chest. "I'll burn this world to the ground."

A Villain is born