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.

Figures in pure white plate armor, their capes fluttering like dove wings, charged out of the mist.


Their blades glowed with golden light, cutting through the Imperial rear guard like a hot knife through butter.


"It's the Church!" "We're sandwiched!" "Surrender! I surrender!"


The Imperial morale shattered instantly.


The battle ended not with a whimper, but with a roar of triumph. The surviving Imperial soldiers threw down their weapons, and the militia erupted into cheers.


The rugged Militia Leader, his face smeared with soot and blood, roared with joy. He embraced his men, dancing a jig in the mud.


Then, he spotted me climbing down from my perch.


Before I could react, the mountain of a man rushed over, grabbed me in a bear hug, and hoisted me high into the air.


"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! How do you pull off such shots?! I saw that Captain's helm fly off from three hundred paces!"


Chapter 120 - Dungeon Competition [2]