Villain's Valor: A Noble Fantasy Resurrection

My name is Anthony Valerian, a 29-year-old man with an exemplary job and a stable life. The only thing I need is to have a girlfriend or wife, but due to my age and normal appearance, women are not interested in me, but it's also partly my fault, as I only leave the house to work and don't interact much with other people. Of course, I used to be invited out, but laziness always won, and I stayed at home. I live alone in my house; there's no one else living with me. I think I really need to go out more to have fun, although for that, I first need more friends than I already have...

I work for a company dedicated to creating video games. I am a team leader and usually earn a lot of money, which is why I always buy fantasy books. They are my greatest source of entertainment in my monotonous and boring life. I still remember that when I was young, I used to spend time reading novels about transmigration; it was what I liked the most. Haha, my mother used to scold me because I never left the house, and I actually did until a few years ago, but unfortunately, she died from an illness. I always go occasionally to visit her grave, which is next to my father's, although they had their fights, they loved each other very much.

Yesterday, a friend of mine named Eduardo recommended a novel to me, which he said was the best. The title of the novel was "The Beginning of the End." When I read the synopsis, it seemed interesting to me, so I decided to read it after work when I got home, which was empty as always, although humans are sociable by nature, sometimes you just adapt to what you have. I entered my room, which is always messy. I feel too lazy to clean up this mess. I wake up very lazily at dawn, and since I know I will be coming home late, I always arrive very tired and always skip cleaning my room. I frowned; the trash had accumulated a lot this time; I guess it's time to tidy up my room. I go to the kitchen and grab a trash bag and some black gloves; I get down to work. After putting everything in order, I sigh tiredly, I sit on a reclining sofa, getting lost in my thoughts for a few minutes, I remember the novel I was reading, I grab my cell phone and decide to search for the novel on my phone, and surprisingly, it appears. It had over 1,000 chapters. I got excited and started reading; reading can sometimes be a path to a world of dreams and imagination; some even use it as a means to escape from reality, emotional problems, or simply to pass the time; in my case, I use it for both.

As I am addicted to reading, in just 5 months, I reached chapter 1000. By then, the novel had reached a total of 1500 chapters and its respective ending; according to community reviews, they did not like the ending of the novel, but as I have not reached that point yet, I cannot give any opinion about it, so I started reading. The only problem I had was the death of my favorite character; somehow I felt a kind of connection with him; it was a very strange sensation that passed through my body.

The story was well-structured and well-written, and the characters had good development. As always, the main character, as in any novel, ended up with a harem of very beautiful and attractive girls. I sighed at how unfair it can sometimes be to secondary characters. They are equally great, but they have to die or stand out less for the protagonist to shine. The character I grew fond of, who had the same name as me, "Anthony Von Valeriano," well, almost the same, his death is very regrettable. People criticized him because they considered him a villain.

When I sat on the couch and started reading, at first, I didn't feel anything, but suddenly, I felt very tired. I don't know what's happening right now; I don't have any illness or anything like that; my body trembles, and I felt an incredible force pulling me; it's as if something important were being ripped from me; the pressure on my body was brutal; I couldn't scream; somehow, my throat was sealed; I felt suffocated; I couldn't get air into my lungs; my face turned red like a tomato, and my eyes also turned red; I couldn't bear it. Any longer, and I let my eyes close so as never to wake up again.