Lucien Ashborne was supposed to be a nobody — an early-game villain who existed only to be crushed by the protagonist. After provoking the wrong person, he vanished from the story without even a dramatic death scene.

When a player named James dies and wakes up in Lucien’s body, he inherits every bit of the villain’s broken reputation and zero of his privileges. Bullied, scorned, and abandoned by his own noble family, Lucien now stands at the bottom of the academy hierarchy.

To make matters worse, the world he knew as a game has no guaranteed happy ending… and the protagonist’s party treats him like a criminal.

But James isn’t the Lucien they think he is.

With fragments of meta-knowledge, a half-broken system that barely works, and a determination to avoid becoming cannon fodder, he chooses a different path.

He doesn’t seek glory.
He just refuses to disappear.

This is the story of a former villain trying to rewrite his role — not as a hero, but as someone who survives on his own terms.

The Executioner's voice rang out right as the hammer fell.


I dragged my rifle up and fired, desperately trying to predict the trajectory. But my aim was off by a fraction of a millimeter. I failed to intercept.


The live round slammed violently into my left shoulder.


A dizzying, white-hot pain struck my brain like a lightning bolt. The sheer kinetic force of the shot threw me off balance, my blood splattering against the ruined wallpaper.


"Here comes another!" the Executioner shouted, not giving me a single second to recover.


I grit my teeth, ignoring the burning hole in my shoulder, and racked the bolt. I fired blindly, relying purely on instinct and my Marksmanship skill.


Clink! Sparks flew in the middle of the hallway. I barely managed to succeed in Interception, my bullet deflecting his just enough to bury them both into the floorboards.


Chapter 221 - Return