Maybe I really am a Villian
He had already died once, but death was not where his existence ended.
After his death, he awakened in a place devoid of everything and filled with nothing. There was no light, sound, pain, or even any sense of time within that endless emptiness.
He remained there for longer than he could understand, slowly losing his memories and the certainty of who he was. Still, he held onto the final fragments of his identity until he finally found a way to escape.
When he opened his eyes again, he had received another life and a power that should never have belonged to the living—the ability to turn any corpse into a new vessel for himself.
Every dead body could become another face, another identity, and another chance to continue living. However, the vessels retained none of their former abilities, and once their mana cores were destroyed, they became nothing more than useless flesh.
After escaping death itself, he wanted only two things: freedom and peace.
Unfortunately, his definition of freedom meant living beyond every law, kingdom, church, and power that tried to control him. His definition of peace meant removing anyone capable of disturbing it.
As borrowed faces began appearing across the world, churches called him an abomination, kingdoms declared him an enemy, and powerful forces started hunting the man who refused to remain dead.
He had never protected anyone, never claimed to be righteous, and never cared about becoming a hero. He never wanted to become a villain either.
But if the entire world stood between him and freedom, then perhaps becoming one was unavoidable.
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