I Got Reincarnated as the Game's Villain

Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed us, and I felt something attach itself to me.

"Oh… no wonder I felt that connection," a voice said. I couldn't see who it was or even guess where it came from.

"I wish you good luck, dear descendant… I hope you find true happiness. Though, I still sense the curse," were the last words I heard before everything faded to black.

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Huh?

When I opened my eyes, all I saw were trees.

The forest.

But…

It was frozen.

That's right. This was the very place I first awakened my ice quirk.

I scanned my surroundings frantically.

"!"

Lily!

I rushed toward the spot where I had frozen her. The ice coffin was still there…

But it was empty.

No one was inside.

"Lily," I muttered, looking around in desperation. She was gone.

What the hell happened?!

Where is she?!

"Lily!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the frozen forest, but there was no reply.

Who took her?

"What is this?" I muttered, sensing something strange. It resonated with my blessing—spatial magic.

What?

It seems someone took her.

Does that mean… she's still alive?!

A spark of hope ignited within me.

Sighs.

"Lily, no matter where you are, I'll find you. I promise," I vowed silently, a small smile forming on my face.

She might not be dead after all.

Well, my job here is done.

Next up...

....the Academy.

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Meanwhile…

"Where is that bastard, that ungrateful idiot?!" Melina screamed.

After that guy killed the little boy we were trying to protect, we woke up here.

In the city.

Back at the very spot where we had been buying snacks before everything spiraled into chaos.

I quickly realized that not much time had passed since then.

"If I see that Auston bastard, he's dead," Melina snarled. Her voice was sharp, her anger palpable as she pulled me along the street, oblivious to the carnage around us.

Corpses were everywhere—scattered like broken dolls. Blood painted the streets in grotesque patterns, pooling beneath lifeless bodies. The cries of the living pierced the air, a cacophony of grief and disorientation.

It seemed that everything that happened in that other world… had happened here too.

That realization made the strange feeling in my chest even worse.

I didn't resist Melina's pull. I followed her like a lifeless puppet, my thoughts spiraling.

I almost died.

I was almost killed—by someone we helped, no less.

I can't believe I actually felt pity for that ingrate.

He was planning to kill me all along.

But… why?

Could it have been because of the relic? But he said I could have it. He said it was fine.

Was that all a lie?

I… I can't wrap my head around it.

And worse, I actually started to have feelings for that scumbag.

But who was that other guy?

Why did he save me?

If it was because of the relic, he could've just let Auston kill me and taken it afterward. But he didn't.

He saved me.

No—he saved all of us.

Who knew that the little boy we met crying over the death of his mother and baby brother was actually the architect of all that suffering?

Auston.

I can't let this go.

I won't let it go.

I'll kill him myself.

I'll end his miserable existence with my own hands.

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"No… NOOOOOOOOOOO!" A young man's anguished scream echoed through the inn.

It was Auston.

"I… I lost it… NO! I had it all planned out!" His voice cracked as he yanked at his hair in frustration. "I could've gotten that relic… I could've finally had my revenge on that bitch!"

His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with unrestrained fury. This moment had been in the making since the day he met her in this cursed world—the girl he loathed from the depths of his soul.

The memories were vivid, burning like acid in his mind. She had been one of the nobles who crushed him when he was already at his lowest.

It had been an ordinary, colorless day in his bleak existence when she approached him. At first, she seemed different. Kind, even. When she spoke to him, he dared to hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, she wasn't like the others.

For the first time in his miserable life, he let his guard down. He began to open up to her, believing she could be a friend.

But that illusion shattered.

He couldn't even remember the exact reason. All he could recall was the venom in her voice, the cutting accusations, and the contempt in her eyes.

That look.

That same look of disgust he had seen countless times from his brothers and sisters.

He hated her from that moment forward.

And as though fate wasn't cruel enough, he later discovered the truth—the real reason he had been treated so poorly, cast aside like trash. It was because of her family. The Oralien family.

They had rejected a marriage proposal from his family. A proposal that would have engaged him to her. Camila Oralien.

It was all because of that damned incident. The accusations she hurled at him had given her family the perfect excuse to sever ties with his. To humiliate him. To crush him further.

The young, bitter child he had been twisted those truths into a grand conspiracy. He convinced himself it had all been orchestrated—a cruel, deliberate scheme by the Oraliens, and he had been gullible enough to fall for it.

His hatred festered, growing like a rot inside him. Over the years, it became an obsession. He vowed to make her pay.

And tonight was supposed to be that night.

He had planned every detail. Used altered reality to swap places with a boy standing near her. Caught her off guard. He was so close. The dagger was just a breath away from her neck.

Then he appeared.

"WHO WAS THAT IDIOT?!" Auston roared, slamming his fist against the wooden floor. The image of that young man—his smug face, the effortless way he dismantled everything Auston had worked for—seared into his mind.

That stranger had ruined everything. He didn't just stop the killing blow; he destroyed Auston's plans of stealing the relic. His relic. The one that should have been his.

"No… NOOOOOOOOO!" Auston collapsed to his knees, his voice breaking into a guttural cry of despair.

This was supposed to be the turning point. The moment his life would change.

If only he had killed Camila. If only he had taken the relic.

But no.

It was the same. It was always the same.

He lost.

He was still the loser.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" His scream reverberated through the inn, a raw outpouring of rage, anguish, and hopelessness.

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"Christina..." murmured a young man with dark raven hair and eyes like molten garnet, his gaze fixed on the girl sitting silently on the bed in the dimly lit room.

"You've been like this for a month now. Just face it… he's—"

Before he could finish, he found himself slammed against the wall with a force that left the air rushing from his lungs.

"Get out," the girl commanded, her voice cold and detached. She didn't even spare him a glance, her focus locked on the picture book she held in her trembling hands.

"Tsk," he hissed, staggering to his feet. His crimson eyes lingered on her for a moment before he muttered, "Face it. You're engaged to Prince Lorel now. Amael is gone."

His tone wavered between anger and frustration as he clenched his fists and stormed out of the room—the room that once belonged to Amael.

"Hah..." Christina exhaled a shaky breath as the door closed behind him. Tears welled in her eyes as she traced a finger over a photograph in the book, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you leave...? Was it because of what I said? Did you really take it to heart? Did you truly think I'd let you be alone?"

Her hands trembled as she caressed the image—a snapshot of a happier time. A time when they all smiled together, untouched by the shadows of deceit and betrayal. A time of innocence and naive dreams.

"Why...?" Her voice cracked as the tears began to fall freely. "Why did you change so much? Why did you push us away? Why?"

Memories flashed through her mind, each one more painful than the last. She remembered the way his eyes had darkened since awakening his bloodline, how hatred seemed to consume him bit by bit. Every time he looked at her, that hatred pierced her heart like a dagger. And yet, she never understood why.

Even Diana—who had once stood by him through everything—had given up. With their engagement broken, she left and never returned. And Amael? He never asked about her, not even once. It was as if she had ceased to exist to him. That realization terrified Christina. Was that how he saw her too? As someone insignificant, someone who didn't matter?

"Why?" she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "Was it your bloodline? Was it how they treated you—like scum, like trash, like you were nothing? Is that what broke you?"

Her guilt gnawed at her relentlessly. She had tried to help, hadn't she? She'd done her best to ease his pain when she could. But deep down, she knew it hadn't been enough. If only she'd tried harder, maybe—just maybe—he wouldn't have turned into this stranger.

"I'm sorry," she choked out, clutching the photograph to her chest. The weight of her regret felt unbearable. Perhaps it wasn't too late. Perhaps there was still a chance to save him, to bring him back to the boy she once knew.

"Be safe..." she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Don't die on me."

Her arms tightened around the picture as if it could somehow bring him back. Deep down, she refused to believe he was dead. She couldn't. Somewhere out there, he was alive—she was certain of it. And someday, their paths would cross again.