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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 morning sun burned crimson over the academy's combat grounds as I stalked through the training fields like a predator marking its territory. My shadow stretched unnaturally long behind me, twisting with restless energy.

[System: Someone's feeling dramatic today.]

Ahead, near the obsidian dueling platform, Headmaster Evelyn stood surrounded by nobles—each more venomous than the last.

Lady Voxx, Nyx's mother, her crimson eyes sharp enough to flay skin.

A silver-haired elf with Seraphina's pointed ears but none of her grace, his face twisted in permanent disdain.

Duke Whitehound, Eren and Noora's father, his gilded armor gleaming under the sun like a challenge.

I melted into the shadows, close enough to hear.

The Headmaster's Gambit