The first thing Alex felt was pain—sharp, searing pain that bloomed in his chest and rippled through his limbs like fire under his skin.
The second thing was laughter.
Not his own.
It echoed around him, a cold, mocking sound that made his blood run cold. It was familiar, but he couldn't place it. His eyes flew open, and he blinked against a golden light. The sky above was vast and glowing, the clouds streaked in hues of crimson and violet like a painting dipped in magic.
He wasn't on a road. Not in a hospital bed. Not even in the wreckage where the truck hit him.
He was lying on marble—smooth, polished, veined with glowing lines like magical circuits pulsing gently beneath him.
Confused, Alex pushed himself up slowly. His hands trembled as they braced against the cold floor. Something was off.
His hands.
They were leaner. Paler. The nails neatly trimmed, the fingers longer—elegant, almost aristocratic.
His breath hitched.
He caught a reflection in the polished surface nearby—barely a mirror, but enough.
The man staring back at him wasn't Alex Jin.
White hair. Crimson eyes. A sharp, princely face too flawless to be real. He wore deep red robes lined with black and gold trim, runes glowing faintly along the sleeves. Magic flowed through the threads. It was unreal.
Then he heard a groan.
He turned.
A boy lay in a shallow crater a few feet away, bruised and unconscious. His academy robe was torn, and one hand twitched beside a cracked staff. The stone beneath him was scorched, as if a powerful spell had just detonated there.
All around them stood students—dozens, maybe more. Some held open spellbooks, others gripped staffs or swords. They stared at him with a mix of fear and awe. No one moved.
It felt like a performance where the actor had forgotten his lines.
Alex swallowed.
Then a voice echoed in his mind. Clear. Cold. Mechanical.
[Villain Evolution System Activated.] Welcome, Valerian Nightshade. Status: Antagonist. Noble Heir. High-Class Mage. Fate: Death in Chapter 30. Would you like to override fate?
Alex's eyes widened.
Valerian Nightshade.
He knew that name.
It wasn't just a dream.
It was that world—the fantasy novel he'd binged just last month: "Hero of the Seven Stars."
Valerian was the first major villain. A noble prodigy. Arrogant. Powerful. Cruel.
He dueled the protagonist in Chapter 1. Lost.
Fell into madness.
Tried to strike back.
And died by Chapter 30.
The readers loved watching him fall.
Alex had loved it. He thought Valerian was a bastard who deserved it.
But now...
He was Valerian.
[New Objective: Survive. Dominate. Rewrite fate.] [First Major Event: Duel with Hero-In-Training — ACTIVE] [Duel Outcome: You lose = Plot proceeds. Death Route Unlocked.] [Duel Outcome: You win = Reputation shift. Power gain. Timeline fracture begins.]
Alex slowly got to his feet. The students parted slightly. He realized the duel had already taken place.
And he had won.
How?
He barely remembered it—like the body had acted before his soul arrived.
But the result was clear. The hero was down. Alex—Valerian—was still standing.
The system chimed again:
[Villain Act Registered: Crushing the Protagonist Early.] [+200 Reputation as Villain] [+50 Power Points] [Skill Unlock Available: Arcane Collapse]
His body tingled as magic rushed into his core. Power he didn't earn—stolen from the story itself—settled in his veins like fire and thunder.
This wasn't just a second life.
It was a chance to rewrite everything.
Valerian glanced at the unconscious hero. In the novel, this kid was supposed to rise, train, and gather companions until he reached godhood. He'd topple nations and kill villains without blinking.
Not this time.
Not if Alex could help it.
He turned to the crowd, letting silence settle. The wind shifted his robe, runes flickering in the dim light.
"I hope you were all watching," he said. His voice was calm but carried. "Because this is what happens when you challenge someone beyond your reach."
A few gasped. Someone whispered, "He's changed… Valerian's never sounded like this."
[Audience Fear: +15] [Charisma Increase — New Trait: Commanding Presence (Passive)]
He stepped forward and locked eyes with a professor at the edge of the courtyard. The man looked stunned, unsure whether to applaud or issue punishment.
Alex smirked.
He knew this school. Knew its rules. Dueling was allowed. Fatality was discouraged but not illegal.
He didn't have to apologize.
Instead, he turned his back to the unconscious hero and raised a hand.
Lightning danced at his fingertips.
"I could finish this right now," he said. "No one would stop me."
Gasps again. A few students backed away.
"But that would be boring. Let him crawl back. Let him remember this humiliation."
He snapped his fingers.
The magic dispersed into harmless sparks.
"And let everyone else remember that Valerian Nightshade is not a stepping stone in anyone's story."
[Villainous Speech Registered.] [+100 Reputation] [+1 Skill Point] [+1 Hidden Flag Activated: Future Romance Encounter #1 — Curious Watcher]
Behind a window on the upper floor, a girl in a silver uniform watched silently. Her lips curled into a curious smile.
Alex didn't see her.
But the system did.
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End of Chapter Question:
If you found yourself in the villain's body with knowledge of the plot, would you play it safe—or make the first move and break the story?