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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 moon hung low over the obsidian treetops as I reached our faction fortress nestled deep within Sector D. The twisted forest that protected it groaned beneath the weight of magical tension. We were on the eve of war, and every breath in the air tasted like electricity and blood.

I stepped over the wards etched around the entrance and pushed through the crude stone gates. The interior bustled with nervous energy—squad formations being reviewed, mana potions brewed in haste, summoned beasts pacing in sync with their masters. Crimson Dawn was preparing.

Layla stood near the map table, arms folded, posture tense. Her silver braid was frayed at the edges—rare for someone so composed.

"Hey Layla," I called as I approached. "How has it been? Any casualties?"

She turned toward me, eyes sharp as razors. "I hope your little expedition wasn't just a moonlit stroll. I hope you're still playing for the team."

Student Council War 3