Introduction
I remember.
Before I died, I was humiliated by my own family.
At first everything is ok, everything is fine. But that is until she comes to our family.
My father ignored me. My brothers abused me. While she and her son, just standing there, smiling in glee.
Everything that happens there, I can still remember it.
The only thing that can help me escape is by reading. I always love to read. And I'm thankful to that. If not because my love for reading, I wouldn't know about my own existence.
A existence as a cannon fodder in a story.
I always feel like there's something that controlling me in my own life. Now I know what it is.
How come I know about it?
You may will not believe me, but there's a book coming down from sky, hitting my head. In that book, I know all the truths now.
My own existence, is something that can become the protagonist of the book, but the author makes me the cannon fodder, making him become the protagonist.
Him?
With his disgusting personality?
That's what I called as green-tea lotus.
But how come my existence can become the protagonist if I only turned into cannon fodder?
Simple.
I'm the answer of the happy ending for that disgusting protagonist.
After I know everything about it, I was killed by him, along with the disgusting protagonist and my brothers.
I always love him. I really do. But that disgusting protagonist brainwashing him, making him thinking I only use him.
Shouldn't it be the other way around?
That protagonist use him instead.
So when I died, I use my magic for the last time to cast a curse upon that world.
One day everything will come to light. The truth will come, and when that time comes, you'll regret everything.
The brothers and him don't care, as they think the things they know is the truth. But him, that protagonist, I still can see his expression. Oh, he looks so afraid, so pale because he knows the truth. And he will do anything to not let it comes.
That is where my chosen one came from.
He will come, and get my revenge. When he came, I'll grant him everything he needs.
So, will you do it for me, Aiden Brooklyn?