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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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The Beginning Of a Constant Pain

As Fray's knights encircled him and his family, shielding them from the enemy, a signal was launched into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the scene unfolded with such rapidity that even Fray, observing as if from outside himself, could scarcely comprehend it.

Elisa lay on the ground now, her sword flung out of reach, while Fray stood over her—his expression blank, his stature enlarged, his hair defying gravity as if imbued with its own life force, poised to deliver the final blow.

In his fury, Fray had not discriminated friend from foe; his knights lay slain alongside those who had come with Elisa. Yet the true architect of the chaos remained unscathed.

Elisa trembled with palpable dread, anticipating the end at Fray's hand. It was perhaps the first instance of Fray witnessing fear etched on Elisa's visage—a fear so profound it seemed her very soul was rattled by the formidable aura emanating from Fray's younger self.