Lin Yu learned this within the first hour of being conscious.
The servants moved carefully around his bed, their faces blank but their eyes sharp with distaste. No one met his gaze for long. When they thought he wasn't looking, they whispered.
"He should have died from the curse."
"Such bad luck, surviving."
"The Duke will be furious."
Duke Vire.
His—this body's—father.
From the memories flooding his mind, Lin Yu pieced together the truth.
Aurelian was the eldest son of a powerful ducal house. In any normal story, that would make him important.
But this world was not normal.
Aurelian was talentless.
No affinity for magic. No skill with the sword. His younger half-brother, Cassian, was a prodigy beloved by the public and favored by the Duke.
Aurelian existed only as an obstacle.
And obstacles were meant to be removed.
The so-called curse that had put him on this bed? It had been meant to kill him quietly.
Lin Yu closed his eyes, breathing slowly.
Okay. Don't panic.
He had read enough web novels to recognize the situation.
Transmigration.
A doomed minor villain.
Early death flag.
The glowing words appeared again as if responding to his thoughts.
FATE SCRIPT: DISPOSABLE ANTAGONIST
Key Events:
• Provokes the Protagonist
• Is publicly disgraced
• Dies to advance the Hero's growth
Lin Yu's lips twitched.
"Yeah," he murmured hoarsely. "We're not doing that."