Lucien Ashborne was supposed to be a nobody — an early-game villain who existed only to be crushed by the protagonist. After provoking the wrong person, he vanished from the story without even a dramatic death scene.

When a player named James dies and wakes up in Lucien’s body, he inherits every bit of the villain’s broken reputation and zero of his privileges. Bullied, scorned, and abandoned by his own noble family, Lucien now stands at the bottom of the academy hierarchy.

To make matters worse, the world he knew as a game has no guaranteed happy ending… and the protagonist’s party treats him like a criminal.

But James isn’t the Lucien they think he is.

With fragments of meta-knowledge, a half-broken system that barely works, and a determination to avoid becoming cannon fodder, he chooses a different path.

He doesn’t seek glory.
He just refuses to disappear.

This is the story of a former villain trying to rewrite his role — not as a hero, but as someone who survives on his own terms.

A low groan escaped my lips as consciousness clawed its way back.


I blinked, trying to clear the fog in my brain.


I turned my head slightly. Rows of white beds. The sharp, stinging scent of antiseptic mixed with the earthy smell of healing herbs. The light filtering through the curtains was a deep, burnt orange.


Then, the memory hit me like a physical blow. The arena. The ice pillar. The sensation of my ribs cracking.


I let out a dry chuckle that hurt my chest.


'I got beat up and fell unconscious. Not my finest moment, but at least I made the Princess sweat.'


I tried to sit up, but my body felt like it had been run over by a carriage and then reversed over for good measure. Every muscle screamed in protest.


I tried to lift my right arm, but I felt a weight anchoring it down.


Chapter 92 - Interrogation