Chapter 1: I Was Born Wrong Again
Being the hero sucks!
I got bored of being in the spotlight.
Too much glazing for my system.
I'm a glazer, I glaze, not get glazed,
I've reincarnated about fifty times now, and for some reason, I remember every single one. Some lives were as a farm boy. Some as a noble with no unique traits whatsoever. A few were wild — I was overpowered as hell, soloing 500 monsters like I was the final raid boss.
It was cool at first. But after the 30th monster massacre, you start asking yourself:
"What if I just made soup instead?"
Some lives lasted up to 90 years. Others ended at 15 thanks to, well… let's call them "creative decisions." But hey, I was experimenting.
In my 50th life, I finally decided something.
I don't want to be the hero. I don't want to be the villain.
I want to be the Side Character.
The perfect one.
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The Character Creation Screen
When I died for the 50th time, I got the usual "Choose Your New Life" screen.
First question: What kind of life do you want to live?
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"Be a prince of a powerful nation."
Been there. Decent palace. But hell nah — too much paperwork.
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"Be a farmer."
Classic cliché. Been one a few times. Planting vegetables and digging holes gets old fast.
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"Be extremely overpowered and do whatever."
Ah, finally. An option with freedom.
I'd picked this one countless times. But this time, I'd do it differently.
I'd be overpowered… as a Side Character.
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Picking My Abilities
Now I had to build the perfect support character. I needed skills that screamed "background NPC", but lowkey made me unstoppable.
Some of the ability options were:
• Black Void — Opens a black vortex and erases existence.
> Too dramatic. That's main character energy.
• Piano Mastery — Can play any song, anywhere, on anything.
> Perfect. Picture this: the hero's giving a dramatic speech, and I'm just casually playing sad piano in the background. That's the dream.
Other useful options:
• Cooking Mastery
• Calligraphy
• Composer's Gift
• Instant Rebirth
• Insta-Heal
• Time Stop
• Speed Step
I chose 10 in total. All the aesthetic ones for flavor. All the busted ones for survival.
Also, don't forget — I still had the combat skills and knowledge from 50 past lives.
I could destroy the universe if I sneezed wrong.
But I won't.
I'm a side character now. I play background music. I cook omelets. I vibe.
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The Name
Next was the naming screen. Or rather, whether I wanted to name myself or let my "parents" do it.
The screen flashed:
"Choose a name?"
[Yes] [Let your parents decide]
Of course I hit [Let them decide].
Side characters don't name themselves. That's protagonist behavior.
Only side characters name side characters.
Suddenly, blue light engulfed my vision. I saw two figures — a man and a woman.
Probably my parents.
They looked… average. Just plain, normal humans.
Perfect.
If they were average, then I'd be average.
And that's all I wanted.
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The Birth
I opened my eyes and saw a doctor.
Okay — seems we're in a modern-ish world. Even better.
"What are you naming him?" the doctor asked.
Doc Man Great. Straight to the point. Respect.
My dad tilted his head and smiled.
"Hmm… Dylayidisiji."
The doctor froze.
"DIE-lay-ee-diss… what?"
In my tiny newborn brain, I screamed.
Bro. I wanted to be a side character, not a FINAL BOSS.
But honestly… it was perfect. Dylayidisiji was so absurd it looped back to being forgettable. No one would remember how to say it. Let alone spell it.
"Can you please spell that?" the doctor asked, clearly regretting his career choices.
My mom blinked like it was obvious.
"D-Y-L-A-Y-I-D-I-S-I-J-I."
Then came the real curse.
And I didn't believe it could get worse.
But man somehow it did.
"Dylayidisiji… Skullturn."
Skullturn?
Who the hell has a last name like Skullturn?
Are we a family of professional skeleton flippers?!
Are we cursed monster hunters? Necromancers with a marketing problem?
Am I gonna be against some grotesque being that has some name like "Dalaljijo"
Hell nah.
This name is trash.
Perfect.
It's so "side character" it hurts. It's forgettable. Unpronounceable. Impossible to fit on forms.
I sighed in my tiny baby lungs.
Fifty lives in, and I finally found my destiny: background piano guy with a boss-level name. Life's gonna be aggressively average… and I'm gonna love it.