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Alex always thought his life was dull — until it wasn't.
He was one minute a regular high school student trudging his way through another average day. Next, he was within a fantasy book he couldn't even recall.

But he is not the predestined hero.
He's not even a supporting character.

He’s the villain.

Armed with hazy memories of the plot, and talents he barely understands, Alex must exist in a world that wants him dead — or at least, to save him. Shame he's not going to play by the book.

Transmigrated into a Novel as the Villain

"How did it come to this?" said a handsome-looking boy no older than 18, his obsidian black hair waving, his grey eyes wide open, above him a bloody moon hung, casting red light over the bloodied battlefield with thousand of bodies sprawled on the ground, making it feel even more horrifying.

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In an alternate world

"Man, school sure is tiresome," said Alex, a decent-looking boy, completely average, nothing out of the ordinary.

Today, he had an ominous feeling—like something was about to happen. He brushed it off, thinking it was nothing. If only he knew how wrong he was.

"Yo, bro, you wanna go hang out at the PC café right now?" Alex said into his phone, lazily strolling across the street like the protagonist of a slice-of-life anime with zero consequences.

"Right now? Dude, don't you have homework?"

"Homework can wait," Alex scoffed. "Besides, I—"

The last thing he saw was a blinding flash of silver and a logo that read "Speedy Logistics — We Deliver Fast, Sometimes Too Fast."

His phone flew into the air, still on speaker.

Then, from the other end: "No way... Did you seriously just get isekai'd?"

No ground, no sky, no light, no sound. Just… nothing.

Alex floated in the center of it all. He couldn't see his body. He couldn't feel anything—not the wind, not pain, not even his clothes.

"Am I… dead?" The thought crossed his mind, but there was no echo, no reply. It felt like thinking into a black hole.

"Maybe this is some weird dream. Or maybe I'm in a video game cutscene?"

He tried to move—nothing. He tried to yell—no luck. He even tried to scream still nothing.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt incredibly tired.

Like, "I stayed up all night watching YouTube, and now I regret everything" tired.

"Seriously? I just died, and now I feel like taking a nap. Is this how it ends?"

There was no answer. Just more silence.

His eyes—if he still had any—started to close on their own.

"Whatever… If I wake up as a bug, I'm gonna be mad."

And just like that, Alex drifted off, unaware of the strange world he was about to wake up in.