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I had nothing left to live for.
No family. No friends. No future.
Just a shattered soul wandering through a world that had already taken everything.

Then I died.
And that’s when everything changed.

I woke in a realm between worlds—where gods whisper and broken souls drift.
There, I met Ashen Crimson.
A tyrant. A fallen god. A man who destroyed his own fate.

And he made me an offer:
Take my life. My memories. My curse.
Live again… as me.

Now I’ve awakened in Zerawell, a world of bloodlines, magic, and power.
As Ashen Crimson, the most hated heir of a disgraced noble house.
A shadow wielder. A hollow soul. A threat to the throne.

But I won’t follow his path of ruin.
I’ll forge my own—
Through strategy, secrets, and shadows.

Let them call me villain.
Let them fear my name.

Because I didn’t choose this story.
But I will control how it ends.


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Not the Hero, Not the Villain — Just the One Who Wins

The platinum watch on my wrist chimed at dawn, its display flashing crimson:

[TODAY: LIGHTNING TRIAL - SURVIVE 30 MINUTES]

I rolled out of bed, the silk sheets whispering against bare skin. Moonlight still streaked through the windows, painting silver stripes across the obsidian tiles. My shadow stretched unnaturally long behind me, twitching with restless energy.

[System: You're up early. Nervous?]

"Prepared," I corrected, striding to the window. The Lightning Colosseum loomed in the distance, its obsidian walls already crackling with energy. Today, the entire world would watch as Headmaster Evelyn tried to break me.

Masha slipped inside, her uniform immaculate despite the hour. "M-Master Crimson! The trial preparations are complete. The Grand Council has arrived, and—"

I held up a hand. "Who's watching?"

The Puppeteer's Gambit