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!

Finding the Old Lady – Midnight is the Key

The streets were alive with noise, but I knew where to go next.

In the game, the only way to find the cave entrance was by talking to a weird old lady living in the city.

She only showed up at her house at midnight.

And from what I remembered, she was a little… off.

I sighed, leaning against a wall in a quiet alley.

The sword hummed. "So, let me get this straight. You're telling me the only way to find this so-called 'legendary artifact' is by waiting for some random old woman to come home?"

"…What kind of game is this world, exactly?"

I scoffed. "A f*cking horrible one."

The sword chuckled. "Then why the hell did you play it?"

"Yeah. Some idiot friend of mine said I wouldn't last more than ten hours in it. I took that personally."

I groaned. "I finished the damn thing. All routes. All endings. Every single f*cking achievement."

The sword whistled. "Damn. That's dedication."

I crossed my arms. "No. That's regret."

Midnight – Time to Find the Crazy Old Lady

I made my way through the dark streets, looking for a run-down house.

A filthy, broken-down shack at the edge of the city.

And sitting outside, rocking back and forth on a creaky old chair, was the old lady.

She had wild, unkempt gray hair, a hunched back, and a grin that made me uncomfortable.

Her eyes locked onto me the second I stepped closer.

"Ohhh? What's this? A young'un looking for something~?"

I sighed. "Yeah. I heard you know things."

She cackled. "Oh, I know many things, dearie! But information ain't free!"

I already knew where this was heading.

She leaned in, grinning wider. "Find me something first."

Her grin widened. "Something precious. Something lost. Something… old."

I frowned. That was vague as hell.

But I knew one thing—this wasn't going to be easy.

Chapter 42 – A Crazy Old Lady