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!

After dealing with the shock of having a talking sword, I decided to see what it could actually do.

I headed to an abandoned training ground outside the city, far enough that no annoying nobles or nosy adventurers would get in my way.

"Ugh. Finally. I was starting to think you were just carrying me around like some fancy accessory."

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and let's see what you can do."

I swung the blade, testing its weight. It was absurdly light for a sword of its size.

When I slashed at a nearby stone pillar, I expected maybe a small dent.

Instead, the whole damn thing split clean in half.

I blinked. "Okay, that was kinda cool."

The sword chuckled. "Obviously. I'm awesome."

At first, I thought having a talking weapon would be annoying as hell.

But the more we trained, the more I realized…

✔ The sword adjusted to my movements instantly.

✔ It gave me real-time feedback on my swings.

✔ It even had a sense of humor—not a good one, but still.

Eventually, I stopped arguing with it and just started talking normally.

And that's when I asked, half-joking, "So, what's your deal? Were you forged by some legendary blacksmith or something?"

"Yeah. A long time ago, I was a person. Had a body. Did normal people things."

I slowly lowered the sword. "You're telling me… you used to be human?"

"And now you're a f*cking weapon?"

I exhaled. "…That's actually kinda cool."

The sword laughed. "Yeah, I thought that at first too."

✔ He couldn't eat, drink, or do anything besides be swung around.

✔ He had spent centuries stuck in some junk pile.

I frowned. "Wait. That's actually f*cking depressing."

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner."

"Alright, lemme sum it up for you," the sword said. "I woke up in this world, got turned into a legendary blade, helped some dumbass hero, and then… eventually, I got too old, rusted over, and was thrown away."

"Then some other guy picked me up. Used me for a while. Got rid of me."

"And that kept happening. Over. And over. And over again."

I gripped the handle tighter. "That… f*cking sucks."

The Mutual Hatred for That Smug A God**

I took a deep breath. "So, just to be clear. The same god that threw me into this world… turned you into a weapon for fun?"

I clenched my jaw. "And he never explained why?"

Final Thought – At Least I'm Not Alone in Hating Him

Out of everything that had happened since I got here—

✔ Getting thrown into an Otome Game.

✔ Having to avoid the main storyline.

This was probably the most relatable conversation I'd had.

I sighed. "Alright. You need a name."

The sword hummed. "Got one in mind?"

Yeah. This was gonna work out just fine.

Chapter 20 – My Sword is a Reincarnator, and Now We’re Both Pissed