Lightning tore open the sky as the world burned beneath it.
Cities crumbled. Rivers turned crimson. Screams filled the air like an endless symphony of despair.
On the highest tower of the Dark Spire, a man stood laughing.
Black cloak. Cold silver eyes. Presence heavy enough to suffocate the world itself.
Azrael Nightborne.
The Villain King.
The Reaper of Eras.
The one who would end everything.
Heroes surrounded him. Wounded… bleeding… trembling.
"Azrael!" The Hero shouted, sword shaking in his grasp. "This ends now!"
Azrael smirked.
"No," he whispered, "this is only the beginning."
He raised his hand.
Darkness swallowed the world—
And then…
Everything stopped.
When I opened my eyes… I wasn't in that world.
I was sitting in a bus, rain tapping against the window.
My phone screen glowed.
[Breaking News: Webnovel Villain Ending Causes Global Meltdown]
I chuckled bitterly.
Yeah. That villain story. I knew it too well.
Because I was one of the idiots who read all 1200 chapters only to watch the world get destroyed.
"I wish someone stopped that bastard earlier," I muttered.
A screech.
A flash.
Impact.
Then darkness.
A voice echoed.
[Initializing System…]
[Binding successful.]
[Welcome, Administrator.]
I opened my eyes to see…
A throne room of black stone. Magic crystals flickered with eerie light.
And in front of me—
Sat Azrael Nightborne.
Calm. Beautiful. Terrifying.
Wait.
Why…
Why can I see his status?
[Host: Azrael Nightborne]
[Race: Human (?) ]
[Threat: EX]
[Fate: World Destroyer]
[Survival Probability of Administrator: 0%]
"W… what?"
Azrael's eyes twitched.
"Who's there?" he muttered, glancing around.
He couldn't see me.
But I could speak inside his head.
I swallowed.
Okay. Don't panic.
"Uh… hi."
Azrael froze.
Silence.
Then…
He slowly frowned. "…Who dares speak inside my mind?"
"I… am your System."
His expression changed.
Not fear.
Not surprise.
Mild annoyance.
"A system?" he repeated coolly. "For what purpose?"
A new panel appeared before me.
[Mission Generated]
Prevent Host from becoming the World Destroyer.
Failure = Death. (For both.)
I inhaled sharply.
"I'm here to… help you not destroy the world."
Azrael stared blankly.
Then—
He laughed.
The kind of laugh that shakes the soul.
"You want… to change fate?"
His eyes glowed.
"Then let's see if you survive fate first… System."
And for the first time…
Fate trembled.