“So I’m the one who has to do the work of the Protagonist in this life?”
...
Mateo Estes was never supposed to be anything special. 
He was an orphan abandoned by his shelter at seventeen, and a young man who floated between one miserable job to the next, he had learned very early that life would not hand him miracles.
Stability came only after years of grinding, after sharing rooms with strangers, after budgeting every cent until he could finally afford a cramped one-bedroom apartment. 
His biggest achievement was not glamorous, but it was his: a career as one of FaceLive’s most ruthless anime and manga reviewers, a voice that could destroy or crown a series with a single stream.
By the time he turned twenty, Mateo had built a loyal following through a single, brutal principle: honesty. 
If a story was trash, he said it. 
If a heroine was written like a cardboard prop, he mocked it. 
If the worldbuilding fell apart, he tore it limb from limb. 
His latest target was a manga with a famously long title…「Ore wa shujinkō dakara, mochiron utsukushii hiroin-tachi o sukuu！」, a series recommended endlessly by viewers who insisted he would love the setting. 
And he did… at first. 
The Crest power system had potential, the academy concept was refreshing, and the political tension of the Great Clans gave it weight. 
But everything collapsed under horrendous execution: heroines who fell in love because the protagonist breathed near them, plot armor thicker than steel, and a President’s daughter powerful enough to defeat an A-rank monster getting kidnapped by a C-rank rookie. 
It was, in Mateo’s words, peak stupidity.
He rated it a 3/10 on stream, roasted it for several minutes, and logged off feeling lighter than he had all week. 
Even a $10,000 donation couldn’t compare to the satisfaction of honest critique. He slept peacefully that night, unaware that the universe had taken his rant personally.
When Mateo awoke, nothing was familiar. His apartment layout had shifted, the cheap furniture replaced, and when he reached the bathroom mirror, a stranger stared back… a six-foot blond hunk with defined muscles, sharp features, and the exact face of the protagonist.
If that wasn’t bad enough, he got his System shortly after 
「Role Assigned: Protagonist」
「Mission: Save the Heroines」
「Failure: Erasure」
He was cooked…

The boy on the ground had long flowing hair similar to his own except that it was blackish-blue. That was a really weird hair color to have.


The young man pulled himself up and patted his shoulders.


"That fox kicks like a Horseram." He muttered. "I'd know since I've been kicked by one before. But cheerio, how are you doing, fellow ALI student?"


Koya blinked. This guy was talking really weirdly and he didn't recognize him from the manga so he had to be a side character of some sort.


"I'm surprised." Koya said. "A noble like you is actually talking to me respectfully…"


Since he didn't recognize this character from Class 5, he had to be a Class 2 person.


"Me? A noble? I guess you could say something like that." The young man stood up slowly, dusting the rest of his defense suit though it didn't need dusting. "I'm just a half-noble… my father was the Clan Head of the Sh… uh… a strong noble family, and my mother was his maid so I was born. Sometimes I don't even feel like a noble."


Chapter 103 - Establishing Contracts