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Our MC was an extreme introvert in his past life — a bookworm who avoided people like the plague, focused only on his studies, and had zero interest in anime, games, or romance. The only time he ever touched anime was when his one and only friend forced him to watch a single episode of some fantasy academy drama — and he hated every second of it.
So when he wakes up in an unfamiliar, lavish room and finds himself in the body of Lucien von Zephyr— a rich, handsome academy student — things seem… pretty okay. That is, until memory floods in and he realizes who  Lucien is: the pervy, obsessive side character doomed to die in Episode 7 for going too far with the main heroine!

Survive the Death Flag! (Or Die a Simp)

Lucien dragged himself out of the classroom, feeling like he'd barely survived a battlefield. The weight of those hateful stares still burned into his back.

[Congratulations, Host! You didn't die. Truly an achievement worth celebrating. Should I prepare a victory parade?]

"Shut up," Lucien hissed, his eyes darting around the corridor. He could still hear whispers. Glares followed him like shadows.

[You're right. Let's not celebrate too soon. We wouldn't want to jinx your incredibly fragile existence.]

Lucien groaned. "So, what's your deal, anyway? Why am I stuck with you?"

[Oh, you wound me! I'm here to help you survive. And considering your current reputation as the academy's most hated individual, I'd say you need me desperately.]

"That's… not wrong," Lucien admitted. "But you could be a little more supportive."

Before Lucien could retort, a loud voice called out. "Hey, creep!"

Lucien turned slowly, already dreading what he'd see. It was Leon Albright, the anime's protagonist, and he looked ready to draw his sword again.

[Ah, your mortal enemy! How exciting.]

Lucien forced a smile. "Leon! What a… surprise."

"Stay away from Cecilia," Leon growled, his hand once again drifting toward his sword.

[Oh boy. Here we go. Would you like me to draft your will?]

"I-I don't even want to be near Cecilia!" Lucien blurted.

Leon narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you always following her around like a lost puppy?"

[Because the original Lucien had no self-respect. But you knew that already.]

"I… I'm turning over a new leaf!" Lucien declared, desperation creeping into his voice. "No more creepy gifts, no more confessions! I swear!"

Leon stared at him like he didn't quite believe it. "We'll see."

As Leon walked away, Lucien let out a breath of relief.

[You survived another encounter! I'm so proud.]

"Why does it feel like I'm living on borrowed time?" Lucien muttered.

Lucien sighed and made his way toward the dorms, his shoulders slumping. "So, what's the plan now?"

[Simple! You need to rebuild your reputation, survive the death flags, and maybe—just maybe—not die a horrible death.]

"Great," Lucien said dryly. "Any helpful suggestions?"

[Nope! But I'll be here with snarky commentary every step of the way.]

Lucien groaned. It really was going to be a long, long journey.

As Lucien walked toward his dorm, the murmurs and whispers continued around him. He tried his best to ignore them, but every word felt like a dagger.

"Did you see how scared he looked? Serves him right."

"Cecilia should have just let Leon finish him off."

[Ah, the sweet sound of your social downfall. Music to my circuits.]

"Can you not?" Lucien whispered harshly.

[But I live for your misery, Host. It sustains me.]

Lucien was about to snap back when a loud thud made him jump. He turned to see a maid who had just dropped a stack of books. When their eyes met, she flinched and hurriedly gathered the books, avoiding him like he was contagious.

[See? Even the staff thinks you're an irredeemable creep. Impressive!]

"This is hopeless," Lucien muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

[Don't give up now! There's so much more humiliation to endure.]

When he finally reached his dorm room, Lucien collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Lucien groaned into his pillow. "I'm doomed."

Lucien System