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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 afterparty had ended, but the echoes of celebration still lingered in the halls.

Laughter, music, and drunken cheers faded behind me as I walked the cobbled path back toward the dorms. The stars overhead blinked faintly, uninterested in the dramas of humans and monsters alike. My coat hung loose, the collar flipped up to guard against the midnight chill. The student council badge glinted on my chest—ironic, really.

Just as I rounded the dormitory garden wall, a silhouette broke from the shadows, waiting near the steps. I didn't need to see her face to know who it was.

She didn't flinch. Only looked at me with unreadable eyes.

"Now that your friend has won," I continued, "I assume you're happy. I wonder if you'd be this joyful if it had been me instead of her. If I'd switched places with Layla."

My voice was calm, deadpan. "Maybe I'm just not that important."

Shadows After the Flame