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Redundant Villain:System Refused My Death

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The blade kissed his throat and Soren Valcrest did what any sensible man would: he waited to die. He'd earned it, honestly. Drunk prince. Petty schemer. The kind of minor villain a story chews through in its opening pages to establish that consequences exist. Claire's dagger was clean. The marble was cold. The ending was obvious. The System disagreed. No fanfare. No golden light. Just a translucent interface bleeding into his vision — cold, uninvited, precise — offering him odds instead of absolution. Death Probability: 15%. Not a gift. A calculation. The universe hadn't chosen him. It had simply failed to delete him. Soren took the fifteen percent. Now he moves through a story written without him — watching the Hero accumulate destiny, watching the Saintess maintain her sainthood, watching everyone perform their assigned roles. And with every glance of the [Chaos Eye], he reads what they can't afford to have read. Their secrets. Their cracks. Their pacts with things that don't negotiate. He was the trash the story discarded. He's still here.
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