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In a world where betrayal cuts deeper than any blade, Kailon dies unjustly—branded as a villain by the very person he loved most. His soul, filled with regret and bitterness, is given a second chance when he awakens in the body of a notorious antagonist from a fantasy novel. But this time, he’s determined to rewrite his story, avoid the tragic fate of his new identity, and live a quiet, unremarkable life.

Fate, however, is not so merciful. When a deadly conspiracy threatens to unravel the world, Kailon is forced into an uneasy alliance with the novel’s hero Ardyn a brooding warrior burdened by prophecy and shadowed by loss. Though originally destined to be mortal enemies, their reluctant partnership slowly unravels into something deeper, more fragile, and dangerously intimate.

As Kailion navigates the perilous path between redemption and ruin, he conceals a dangerous secret he knows how the story ends. The truth of his reincarnation and his hidden knowledge of the novel’s events could shatter the delicate trust he’s built with Ardyn. And when that truth surfaces, as secrets always do, Kailion must confront not only Ardyn’s deception but also his own fractured heart.

With an ancient evil rising and the world teetering on the edge of destruction, the line between villain and hero blurs. Can Kailion atone for his past sins, save the man he’s grown to love, and forge a new ending to a story written in blood and betrayal? Or will the shadows of his past consume them both, dragging them into the darkness of a fate they were always meant to meet?

[BL] A Villain's Redemption

Kaelion's mind buzzed as he walked away from the encounter, the weight of Ardyn's words echoing in his head like a warning bell. He barely registered the passing hours, each minute stretching into what felt like an eternity. The very air around him seemed charged, as if it had been infused with something dark and ancient, something that now thrummed with a life of its own.

His feet led him to his quarters almost on autopilot. The moment he stepped inside, he collapsed onto the large armchair near the window, his gaze distant as he stared out into the night. His reflection in the glass was blurred, a phantom version of himself—a version still wrestling with what had just transpired.

Ardyn's touch. His promises. His words. They swirled in Kaelion's mind, becoming a vortex he couldn't escape. What was this bond that tied him to Ardyn? Why did it feel as though the very essence of his being had been reconfigured the moment their paths had crossed?

The Price of Power