WAIT!? I Am The Main Protagonist And I Am The Final Villain Too!?

Ancient World: An era where gods from ancient legends and myths ruled the world. Demons roamed the mortal realms like they owned the place, and monsters clashed with each other in constant, brutal battles.

Mortals? They were nothing more than pawns, slaves to the immortal gods lounging in their fancy celestial palaces.

But here's the kicker: every single one of these beings—gods, demons, monsters, whatever—they all had something in common.

They were either the protagonists of their own epic tales, the villains who reveled in chaos, or the forgettable side characters destined to live and die in the shadows, never able to rise to the same level of glory.

Side characters? Yeah, they stayed insignificant, doomed to be cannon fodder or comic relief.

In this world, the never-ending battles between villains and protagonists played out like a twisted cycle.

Along with their loyal lackeys—yes, the side characters who were basically walking collateral damage—they fought over and over again, leaving chaos in their wake.

And when they fought, it wasn't just a few skirmishes. Millions upon millions died, caught in the crossfire of their so-called destinies.

The land? It turned crimson, soaked with rivers of blood spilled by their ceaseless wars.

But Everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

Shit! Wrong line. Sorry, force of habit.

But Everything changed when the great Anomaly appeared.

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In the city that would one day be known as the Eternal City, you could spot a ridiculously luxurious, oversized marble palace smack in the center of what we now call Rome.

It screamed wealth and power, sure, but let's not get carried away—because no matter how fancy that palace looked, it couldn't hide and overshadow the hot mess that was the rest of the city.

What mess, you ask? Oh, where do we even start?

Slaves. Yeah, slaves everywhere, treated like disposable tools. Robbery? A daily pastime. Crimes? Pick one. Murder? A regular part of the city's ambiance. And the guards? Oh, those shining bastions of justice?

They were too busy taking bribes in broad daylight to bother with any actual guarding or protecting.

And get this—the guards weren't just lazy or corrupt; they were outright monsters.

Women who'd already been through hell—raped and brutalized—would go to these so-called protectors to file complaints.

And what did the guards do? They raped them. Again. You can't make this shit up.

But hey, why would the king or the senate care? They were chilling in their shiny marble palaces, stuffing their faces and lining their pockets.

The general population could rot for all they cared.

Sound familiar? Yeah, it's basically today's politicians—just the ancient beta version before they got "Updated" and "NERFED" in patch 2.14.

Now, let's focus on one of the many opulent rooms inside the marble palace.

"HARDERER, DADDY!"

Oh. Uh… wrong room. Inside, a futa from Athens was busy with one of the senate members in a very compromising situation. Awkward. Let's just… move on.

A little to the left.

"COURTING DEATH!"

Nope, wrong again. Here we find two old men locked in a ridiculous brawl, yanking at each other's beards and hair like a pair of angry toddlers with arthritis.

Their shouts echoed through the hall, but their lack of coordination made the whole scene almost comical. Definitely not what we're looking for.

Moving further left…

Finally, a quieter room. Inside, there was a man who looked to be around 17 or 18 years old.

His long, golden blonde hair fell in gentle waves, shining faintly under the warm sunlight streaming through the ornate windows.

His features were strikingly handsome—so much so that he could make a statue of Apollo look average. But his overall appearance? It screamed barbarian!

And let's be real—Romans had a deep-seated hatred for barbarians. But when you're the king?

That's a different story. Suddenly, you're not just a barbarian anymore. You're a fancy barbarian. Titles make all the difference.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

The young man let out a loud, lazy groan as he stretched his arms and legs, his muscles flexing slightly under his loose, silk tunic.

He moved like a big cat waking up from a satisfying nap—slow, languid, and unbothered.

His expression was a perfect mixture of relief and pure carelessness, like someone who hadn't given a damn about anything in days.

The sunlight hit his face, and for a moment, he just lay there, soaking it in, utterly at ease in his golden cage of luxury.

First Person Pov

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping through my window. Even though my eyes were still closed, I could already tell it must be a beautiful scene—gentle sunlight, soft blue skies, the whole peaceful vibe.

But then it HIT ME. HARDER THAN I AM RIGHT NOW.

BIRDS?

Wait, WHAT THE FUCK? I LIVE IN THE FREAKING BURJ KHALIFA! AT THE FUCKING TOP! Birds don't just casually hang out up there. Something was very, VERY wrong.

My heart started racing as I forced my eyes open, and within 0.69 seconds, they widened like saucers. And trust me, I had every right to react like this because—

WHERE THE HELL AM I?

The room I was in looked like a set piece from some medieval fantasy. Rough stone walls, dimly lit by flickering candles and old-school oil lamps, surrounded me. No modern tech, no sleek glass windows, no sign of my high-rise penthouse.

"WORLD OF JOURNEYS."

Those three words echoed in my mind like a bell tolling. Before I could even process what the hell was going on, a surge of memories hit me like a freight train.

It wasn't just random fragments, either.

No, it was like someone downloaded my entire life into my brain—everything, from the days I used to toddle around in diapers to that one time my uncle Diddy invited me to a party.

(Still don't know what the hell his party was about, but Diddy was a pretty chill dude.) And then there it was—the memory of my father's absurd and horrifying death.

A pig attacked him, bit his dick clean off, and killed him. Yeah, I know, it's ridiculous, but that's my life for you.

 I JUST REINCARNATED! HELL YEAH, BABY!

Now, you're probably thinking, "Why the hell are you so excited about this?" And I get it. It's not every day someone wakes up in a completely different world and starts celebrating. But you've gotta hear me out.

I reincarnated into WORLD OF JOURNEYS. And not as some random background character or unlucky cannon fodder. Nope. I hit the jackpot—I'm THE VILLAIN WHO IS ALSO THE MAIN PROTAGONIST.

Let me explain. World of Journeys wasn't just a game in my past life—it was THE GAME.

A masterpiece. In it, you could roleplay as all kinds of characters. Heroes, villains, side characters—each with their own intricate backstory, abilities, and storylines.

There was a GODDESS OF DEATH exiled by her own father, a MAGIC GENIUS destined for greatness, even an ALIEN who crash-landed on Earth.

You could choose to play as a hero seeking glory, a villain bent on revenge, or even a side character just trying to survive the chaos.

But out of all the characters, there was one that stood above the rest. A walking, talking cheat code. CAELUS VAN CLAUDIAN.

He wasn't just the FINAL VILLAIN; he was also THE FUCKING PROTAGONIST. A powerhouse of contradictions, the ultimate character. And now? Now, he's me.

I Am Him!

{A/N: Just a heads-up, guys. Don't get too hung up if the MC seems a little too funny or sarcastic at times—it's just how his personality is.

Here's the deal: he's basically an Aizen-level manipulator. This dude has been playing people like chess pieces since his childhood in his previous life. So, naturally, he doesn't take most things or people seriously.

Why would he, when he always has an escape plan or a dozen ways to outplay everyone?

That said, when the situation calls for it, he'll turn cold and calculated without a second thought. His funny and mocking side is there, but he knows when to dial it back and let his darker, sharper side take over.}