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When 21-year-old cynic Aizen dies in a laughably cliché truck accident, he awakens not as a hero, prince, or even a sidekick—but as the butler to Seraphina von Eldoria, the doomed villainess of a popular otome game novel. In a world where magic academies breed cutthroat politics and love interests are pre-scripted by fate, Aizen quickly realizes his role is less "romantic lead" and more "expendable mob character." Armed with nothing but his sardonic wit, a mysterious System interface, and the uncanny ability to fade into the background (literally), he navigates a labyrinth of aristocratic schemes, magical duels, and heroines who won’t stick to their damn storylines.

But when Aizen discovers his "Mob Camouflage" skill lets him manipulate events unnoticed, he turns the game’s rules upside down. Why should he watch Seraphina march toward her scripted downfall? Why let the bland protagonist hoard all the power? And why are the story’s female leads—the ice-cold villainess, the sunshine-haired heroine, a rogue mercenary princess, and a witch with too many secrets—suddenly noticing him?

As Aizen’s defiance of the plot unlocks hidden routes and stirs chaos in the Arcane Academy, he becomes the wild card in a battle for control of the narrative. But the System isn’t just a tool—it’s a prison. And the more Aizen rebels, the clearer it becomes: someone wanted him here. Someone who knows his real-world past. Someone pulling strings even the villainess can’t see…

The Mob Butler’s Rebellion in a Villainess’s Otome World"

The air in the archives crackled with tension as Lyra stepped closer, her golden eyes glowing like twin suns in the dim light. Aizen's grip tightened around the Founder's Orb, its surface humming with latent power.

"You shouldn't have come here," Lyra said, her voice devoid of its usual mockery. It was flat, mechanical—a weapon honed to a killing edge.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Aizen shot back, his admin interface already scanning the room for exits. The System's warnings blared in his mind:

[Alert: Hostile Entity – Lyra (Code: Reaper-7) – Threat Level: Critical]

[Suggestion: Retreat. Now.]

Retreat wasn't an option. The only exit was blocked by Lyra, her posture shifting into something predatory.

Aizen activated the Founder's Orb. The archives responded instantly, ancient runes flaring to life on the walls. A barrage of spectral chains erupted from the floor, aiming to bind Lyra. She sidestepped effortlessly, her movements a blur.

"Pathetic," she said, closing the distance.

[Admin Command: "Temporal Stasis (Localized)"]

Time slowed—but Lyra didn't. Her fist connected with Aizen's ribs, sending him crashing into a bookshelf. Dust and parchment rained down as he gasped for air.

"Your tricks won't work on me," Lyra said, looming over him. "The System made me. I am its will."

Aizen spat blood, his [Chronomancer's Gambit] flickering in desperation. "Then let's give it a bad review."

He slammed his palm against the floor. Time fractured, the archives splintering into a kaleidoscope of frozen moments. Lyra's form blurred, her programming glitching as she fought the paradox. Aizen lunged for the orb, its glow syncing with his admin interface:

[Downloading Restricted Files… 47% Complete]

Lyra recovered faster than he'd hoped. Her hand closed around his ankle, yanking him backward. "You're not leaving."

Aizen kicked free, scrambling toward the pedestal. The holographic screen flashed:

[82% Complete – Warning: Hostile Interference Detected]

Lyra's fist shattered the pedestal, but Aizen grabbed the orb and rolled, the final fragments of data searing into his mind:

[File Acquired: "Project Rebirth" – System Override Protocols]

Lyra's eyes narrowed. "You've doomed them all."

A surge of mana erupted from the orb, tearing through the archives. Shelves collapsed, and ancient wards detonated in a chain reaction. Aizen sprinted through the chaos, Lyra's enraged screams echoing behind him.

The courtyard air was a slap of cold reality as Aizen stumbled into the moonlight. Seraphina and Rikka materialized from the shadows, weapons drawn.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Seraphina hissed, her fan glowing crimson.

"Saving your asses," Aizen wheezed, clutching the orb. "Lyra's a System agent. The Academy's a lab—we're the rats."

A crash echoed from the archives. Lyra emerged, her uniform torn, golden eyes burning with fury.

"Kill them," she ordered—to no one.

The ground trembled. From the shadows, two more figures materialized: identical to Lyra, their eyes the same hollow gold.

[Alert: Hostile Entities Detected – Reaper-8, Reaper-9 – Threat Level: Critical]

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," Rikka growled.

[New Skill Unlocked: "System Lore" (Basic)]

[Effect: Decode System protocols and identify vulnerabilities.]

He grinned, blood staining his teeth. "Seraphina—got any fire left?"

Chapter 13: The Archives’