Fallen_Void

Cassius Lancaster was a fictional nobleman, best known for three things: a shiny uniform, a fiancée who never loved him, and a consistent streak of being publicly humiliated in every story route. In other words, he was the designated cuck of the game Academy of Roses.

Too bad for everyone, Cassius is now possessed by Arawn—a burned-out gamer who just tried to kill himself after exacting savage revenge on his sister’s cheating husband.

Waking up in the body of the most pitiful character in eroge history? Not ideal. Finding out his missing sister has also been isekai’d and is now pretending to be Cassius’s noble "sister" to avoid suspicion? Wild. Realizing she’s about to be married off in another forced engagement plot? Yeah, fuck no.

Armed with system powers(everyone has it), broken stats(for your average joe), and a big 'sister complex'(Not Incest) on steroids, Arawn has one simple plan: Live a peaceful life with his sister, for it he would, Break the rules. Shatter the narrative. And if anyone tries to play the protagonist? Use them for his own plans.

This time, the cuck’s got teeth. And he bites back—in the most painful ways.


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Warning: The MC is a villainous character, he is psychotic, manipulating, borderline insane and unhinged. So, please keep that in mind.

Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

Elia opened her mouth, her voice barely more than a whisper. "H-How about we run?"

Heath followed her gaze, his eyes narrowed, lips twitching into a bitter smile. "I don't think that guy's just going to stand there and let us."

Xin stepped forward, dagger already in hand. His stance dropped low, honed and ready. "Yeah… I don't think so either."

Vanessa, her expression unreadable, flicked her fingers sharply. Flames burst into being, coiling around her palm like a living serpent. "Then we fight. Get ready, Elia. Either fight... or die."

Those words hit Elia like a hammer. Her heart pounded in her ears, loud and frantic. Her knees trembled, her breath caught.

For a moment, she looked like she might break—her eyes glistened, as if tears would spill at any second.

But then she clenched her jaw. She forced her hands together, pressing them tight.

46. 'Friends'