The silence of the grand room suddenly felt suffocating. My hands trembled uncontrollably as I sank down onto the cold floor, my back against the tall, ornate wall.
Oh God, I thought, this is bad. I really messed up.
Back in my old life, I was nothing special—just another average guy. Terrible at studies, forever single, buried in games and wasting time. Then, the ultimate betrayal—getting hit by the infamous Truck-kun.
And now?
Now I was stuck inside the body of the worst villain in this story. Not a side character, not even an anti-hero... the embodiment of evil.
And the worst part?
I didn't even have a strong skill. No flashy magic, no cheat system to save my skin. My only "superpower" was the obscene wealth of this cursed family.
I let out a bitter laugh. "Great. Just great."
Suddenly, I heard a soft chime. A glowing screen appeared before my eyes.
System?
My eyes shone with a strange light, a grin spreading across my face.
On the screen, stats filled the air like ghostly runes:
Name: Leonhart Valenstein
Age: 11
Likability: -65
Talent: Archery
I blinked.
"Why the hell is my likability stat negative?" I muttered, fists clenching. Is everyone really that terrified of me?
And then my eyes locked on my talent: Archery.
Archery? Like, really? People think archery is some lame, outdated skill. "Who needs arrows and bows when you can just fling fire with your hands or hack with a sword?"
And magic? Forget it. My magic was barely enough to light a candle.
I was so completely, fundamentally fucked.
Exhausted, I lay back against the wall, vision blurring. What am I supposed to do now?
I squeezed my eyes shut and whispered, "I guess... I just have to survive. Do whatever it takes to protect myself…"
The future looked bleak. But giving up was not an option.