ThezytheReborn

Look, I didn’t ask to be reincarnated.

And I definitely didn’t ask to be the early-game villain in some dumb otome game.

But here I am—Leon Aster, the guy who’s supposed to get his a** kicked by the heroine before the story even really starts.

Yeah, no. F*ck that.

I bailed before the plot could kill me, planning to live a quiet, stress-free life. But now?

✔ A god is watching me for entertainment.
✔ A talking sword won’t shut up.
✔ The strongest villainess in the game is on a one-way trip to going insane.
✔ And my system keeps throwing me into life-or-death quests I never signed up for.

I just wanted to relax.

Instead, I’m over here saving the world, one bad decision at a time.

Because if I have to suffer through this stupid otome game—

I might as well make it fun.

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This novel is full of profanity so if you don't like cursing then ignore this one.

Screw you Otome Game!I'm outta here!

Ignoring the Bullsh*t and Focusing on Getting Stronger

After waking up from my bullsh*t meeting with the god, I had two options:

✔ Spend all day stressing over the fact that there might be other reincarnators.

✔ Ignore that problem completely and just get stronger.

I picked the second option without hesitation.

Because at the end of the day, I didn't need to worry about mystery reincarnators or whatever dumb plot twist that god had planned.

All I needed to do was make sure I was strong enough to survive.

Finding the Weapon – The Old Merchant's Stall

The city had plenty of weapon shops, but I wasn't looking for some shiny noble blade or an overhyped legendary artifact.

I needed something useful—something strong, durable, and preferably cheap.

That's when I found an old weapons stall in a back alley.

The merchant, a grizzled old man with a missing eye, looked up as I approached.

"Looking for something specific, boy?" he asked.

I scanned the weapons. Swords, axes, daggers—most of them were average.

My eyes landed on a rusted black sword stuck in a pile of junk.

The merchant raised an eyebrow. "That old thing? Just some cursed blade. Not worth much."

I reached out and gripped the handle.

The merchant glanced at me. "Something wrong?"

I shook my head quickly. "Nope. Just taking it."

I tossed him a few coins, grabbed the sword, and walked off before he could question me.

The moment I was alone, I lifted the sword and muttered, "Alright, what the f*ck are you?"

The voice sighed. "I'm a goddamn sword, genius."

The Most Sarcastic F*cking Weapon Ever

"Great," I muttered. "A cursed sword that talks. Because my life wasn't annoying enough."

"Trust me, dumbass, I'm not thrilled about this either," the sword replied.

I squinted. "Wait. Do you have a name?"

"Yeah, but I forgot it. Thanks to centuries of being stuck in a pile of trash."

I raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Sounds like a skill issue."

Testing the Weapon – Is It Actually Useful?

But when I slashed at a nearby wooden post, the entire thing split clean in half.

The sword snorted. "Obviously. You think some cheap noble blade could do that?"

I smirked. "So you're actually strong?"

I gritted my teeth. "Alright, that's it. First chance I get, I'm throwing you in a lake."

"Oh noooo, please don't," the sword said dryly. "Like I haven't heard that threat before."

Final Thought – This Is My Life Now

✔ A god who threw me here for laughs.

✔ A heroine who won't stop watching me.

✔ A f*cking sarcastic sword that won't shut up.

The sword chuckled. "Yeah, and you're the punchline."

Chapter 19 – Oh Great, Now My Weapon Won’t Shut Up