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.

The door to the lounge swung open with a heavy creak.


Samantha stood by the window, watching the sun set over the ruined arena. She didn't turn around, but her reflection in the glass showed a sour expression.


Two figures entered the room. They weren't ordinary teachers. They radiated an aura of blood and steel that made the air heavy.


One was a towering man with a scar running down his cheek—Commander Darius, the Iron Wall of the Northern Front. The other was a woman with sharp eyes and a staff that hummed with mana—Lady Veria, Vice-Commander of the Imperial Magic Knights.


They were Platinum Knights. The elite of the elite.


"What are you two doing here?" Samantha asked coldly, turning to face them. "The Northern Front isn't exactly close."


"We heard the rumors," Darius grinned, showing shark-like teeth. "We came to scout. But what we saw today... that wasn't cadet-level fighting."


Chapter 101 - Rumina Aurelian