The Return of the Villain - 0

He lay there, bleeding on the battlefield.

Around him in all directions, a scene of carnage under a blood red mist was present, the blood of millions having been diluted into the air, as a rust filled scent filled his nostrils.

Actually, it was better to say, "we", but I was just a passenger along for the ride, it didn't make sense for me to call us "we", because he had never even heard my voice before.

But still, we were sharing the same body, so one could consider us "we".

At this point, I was just confusing myself.

Anyways, the point was, we were dying on a battlefield.

So, as we lay there dying, I was now going to have a flashback about our lives, as that was what everyone did before they died.

Alright, since he was the one currently experiencing the feeling of dying, I would go first.

You see, I wasn't actually born in this world, but another one.

I had lived the life of being a trash.

Then, a lucky/extremely painful opportunity had come along, which I had gladly taken ahold of.

Eventually, I set out to destroy the world, for reasons only I would know.

Then, the flaming hero descended, and I was wiped out of existence.

Well, not really, as when I "woke up", I found myself in this body.

Expecting it to be like the reincarnation novels I had read, I had gotten excited...

...only to find out that I had no control over this body whatsoever.

Basically, there were two souls in this body, and because the will of the other soul was bigger than mine, they obviously took over.

And well, they were the original owner of this body, so I really couldn't complain.

It was his life after all, I wouldn't go and try taking it from him for no reason.

So I sat back and watched, as his sad life unfolded before my eyes.

Sure, it wasn't as sad as my life... but even sadder.

Like, who was unlucky enough to be born with no mana in a world where magic was more important than technology?

This guy... he was just even more unlucky than me.

But, the thing was, he never gave up on his dream of becoming an archmage.

With great willpower, he had studied harder than anybody else, believing that his knowledge would be the weapon that would allow him to break through all the barriers that held him back.

So, to fund his research, he had started writing a webnovel on the side.

And, what do you know? He was actually an amazing author.

He just had this one, little problem.

His OCD was severely hampering his work, as he would include the exact times for each action that the main character would take, and his detailed descriptions of things like extras, environments, and even the gods were at similar levels of "perfection".

That was why the website that he published on immediately found him a whole team of editors to cut down his chapters.

He honestly didn't care about the fact that his work was being cut, he just cared about how much money he was making.

As the editors were obviously good at their jobs after all, trying their best to outclass each other to earn a bigger share of the kid's money.

Eventually, this kid, yes, I could call him a kid, cause this was my second life already and I was definitely not his equal, finally figured out that he would never be able to become an archmage.

So, when the two biggest countries in that world went to war, some States or something and like some country called China I think, he decided to enlist even with his "no mana" evaluation.

And that was how we got here today, as we lay bleeding on the floor of the battlefield, one of the millions of extras that would never be able to see the light of day again.

Now, onto the reason I had told all y'all about this.

You see, the funny thing was, the story this guy had written was the story of my original world!

Surprising right?

And, due to how specific he was with the details, I had learned millions of more things about my own world watching him make it than when I had lived as a being in that world myself.

In the end, I had only found out one important thing though.

It was the reason why my life had been such a trash life.

You see, this kid, he put all of his frustrations from failing at being an archmage into my character and modeled my character after him!

How impudent!

So that was why I had been so unlucky in my life.

And why "that guy" had been so lucky, being the protagonist and all.

But that was all in the past now, the present was the most concerning thing here.

Like, was I going to reincarnate again after this? Hopefully into a body that I could actually control this time around?

With these questions in my head, I watched as the kid released his last breath, and both our souls left this damn body.

And then, darkness engulfed me.

...

What do you know? I woke up in another body with my memories intact again.

Honestly, it was expected, as I had calculated a 77% chance of this happening again.

But, why was everything so dark?

Last time, when I had reincarnated into that kid, he had already been a three year old.

Yet, I could tell that I was definitely in a mother's womb right now, as I couldn't open my eyes no matter how hard I tried.

Of course, I could have just tried walking around with my eyes closed, but again, my limbs wouldn't move, almost like they were nonexistent, so, either I had been reincarnated into the body of a blind paraplegic, which, I might add, would have been unfortunately unfortunate, or I was still in a mother's womb.

The only good thing about this situation was that I was definitely going to be the one in control of the body this time around.

After all, that kid had really been an anomaly, with such a strong will at three years of age, but a baby's spirit couldn't even hold a candle to the power of my soul now.

I mean, I was starting to wonder if it had even formed yet.

But, after countless periods of time passed in nothing but silent darkness, I knew that I was the only soul in this body.

So, with nothing else that I could do, I just waited in the never ending boredom.

Well, at least I slept for a large majority of the time.

And finally, the day came, as I felt a contraction of the muscles around me.

With only one straight push, my new mom gave birth to me, as I saw the light of day for the first time.

Nah, just kidding, babies unfortunately couldn't open their eyes until a week after birth, so I was still in darkness.

Just, there was definitely something bright beyond the covers of my eyelids, and so I knew that I had finally broken the barrier into the outside world.

Knowing that this was one of the best times to figure out what type of situation I was in, I immediately focused all of my attention on my ears.

And all I could hear was someone's pitiful cries of sadness.

'Yup, it seems that my mother died giving birth to me, how sad.'

But, it was only a few more minutes before the wailing stopped, and who I presumed was my dad walked over and took me from whoever had been holding me just now.

I could definitely tell it was a man, as that hand structure was definitely not feminine.

Trust me, I could just tell.

"My little one, I'm sorry that I can't be here for you anymore, the duties beseeched to me are too great. Just grow up to be strong, stronger than anybody else, especially your siblings, you have to, to honor your mother."

"You will be named, Chione Aeronwen, my son, your hair whiter than the purest snowflakes falling on our accursed land, an omen of death to all who come before you, and you will become the greatest of them all. After all, you are the son of "The Rift Sword", Glenn Aeronwen."

'What the fuck? There was no way this was actually real. Wasn't that my original name? Wasn't Glenn Aeronwen the name of my first dad?'

"And it would be a shame if I had to kill you."

The amount of ominous energy that was carried in those few words was no joke, as even my soul shuddered.

Yeah, that was my dad alright.

Yes, my previous dad, the person I had been born to originally.

So, this could only mean one thing.

Did that mean that, now... I was a regressor?