Prologue

What on earth is going on?

dark night. Standing in front of me was a girl wearing barely any suggestive clothes. My hand was holding her hand and holding her back. She was crying and looking at me.

ㆍㆍㆍ What on earth is this?

"Aaaaaah...!"

Her sobbing echoed in my ears. No matter how you looked at it, the situation seemed irregular. A problem has occurred. A chill ran down my spine.

Was she struggling to accept reality? Other than stifling her suppressed sobs, she seemed powerless to resist.

I still don't know why I ended up in this situation. But in some ways, isn't it similar to a r*fist's attitude?

In surprise, I let go of the girl's arm and stepped back. Even after her restraints were removed, she was unable to use her legs. It was as if her legs had given up on her. She didn't even seem capable of running away.

Only then was I able to clearly recognize the girl. Clean silver hair without a single blemish. The moonlight made it look even more noticeable.

Under silver hair, haunting purple eyes were revealed. Translucent tears continued to flow from those eyes that seemed to have lost focus. When I looked at her face, all kinds of memories flashed by.

"listen...!"

I was caught in a storm of memories. Whose memories are these?

'Frax Lancel'

Name in memory. No, it was impossible not to recognize it.

Frax Lancel was the infamous villain of an unnamed novel I created about ten years ago when I couldn't find a book to read.

As soon as the name came to mind, things started to come together.

ah.

I smiled bitterly and resigned.

I guess I've been reincarnated as a novel. The main heroine's r*pist attempt and the body of the final boss early in the novel, that is.

...Damn it

Why on earth did I have to reincarnate at this point, why this novel, why this person?