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The Villain's Side Of the Story In The New Plot

I find myself in an unexpected role - the villain. It's a realization that dawns upon me, and I must admit, I never saw myself as the hero. Deep down, I carried a sense of responsibility for the resentment and animosity people harboured towards me. Perhaps I truly wasn't as kind or benevolent as the protagonist. Yet, I can't fully embrace the label of a villain. It perplexes me to awaken one day and comprehend that everyone else, including those I was prepared to protect at the cost of my own life, perceives me as such. To add to the weight of this revelation, fate has bestowed upon me an immense burden—the task of saving humanity itself. The irony is not lost on me. As a villain, it is not my duty to preserve the world. However, to whom should I entrust this responsibility? Should I leave it to the protagonist, whose primary pursuit seems to be amassing a personal harem under the guise of luring beauty? The very hero who possessed the most potent cheat codes yet failed to fulfil his duty in the end. This same hero seeks to safeguard our enemies simply because they currently reside in a state of peace. Ah, the mere thought of that hypocrite, convincing himself that he desires control to protect the innocent, ignites a fire within me. Sighing deeply, I come to a resolution. Yes, I will undertake the task of saving this chaotic world, but I will do it on my terms. Those who dare cross my path shall soon comprehend why the world itself deems me a villain. [This revised novel, a departure from my debut "The Villain Side of the Novel," introduces an alternate plotline where Fray persists in the struggle for the throne. The narrative unfolds on a previously unexplored continent, a departure from the original setting, providing a fresh and intriguing starting point.]

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77 Chs

Unravelling The Past

- How much time have I spent here? Am I asleep?

Fray had witnessed years of memories, yet he remained unaware of his location or the reason behind his inability to awaken. Each memory was familiar, until now.

Presently, Fray observed his eight-year-old self. Merely a year prior, young Fray had been coerced into joining the family's conflict. He had encountered death more times than he could tally, and his hands were stained with the blood of many, including three of his own siblings. Amidst the turmoil, his innocence gradually eroded, and the distance between him and his loved ones—his mother Isabel and his elder sister Erma—grew ever wider.

-At last, approaching the Lost memories.

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the rural outskirts of Iskar city. A small, unassuming house stood in the quiet, its simple structure a stark contrast to the grandeur of the knights assembled before it.