They call him the final boss.
The last obstacle before the hero’s rise.
A monster cloaked in darkness, doomed to fall so others can shine.
I call him... me.
I woke up in the body of Asmo Ravenheart—the most feared villain in a novel I once read. A walking calamity. A shadow draped in power, sealed to keep himself from tearing the world apart… or being torn apart by it.
He was never meant to win.
And that’s exactly why I will.
This isn’t some fairytale where the hero saves the day.
The academy is a battlefield, and everyone’s playing nice while hiding blades behind their backs.
Saintess. Magus. Lionheart.
They’ve all got roles written by fate.
But me? I’ve got the system.
And I just triggered it.
Let the story begin… again.
Only this time, the villain rewrites the ending.