Chapter 1

"Ha... "

I sighed heavily,  my heart tightening as I tried to prevent myself from crying.

My legs went weak as I just stared at my phone in shock,  and could not believe what I just read.

"All of her hard work... Her experience..."

I couldn't tell which was more painful,  the fact I am more emotional to the life of the word "Character" than the reality I am facing with which I am running away.

Re-live.

A story that depicts one character,  the heroine who died multiple times and regressed,  full of suffering, and betrayals until she gave up and just wanted to die.

But just like many other novels,  she,  for the first time, fell in love... To the male lead.

No,  not the male lead.

But to a villain.

"Haa.... Why choose a person... No,  I can see why.... Damn it..."

And I say it again,  a villain,  no,  not a villain who became a male lead.

He is the villain of the story and the one who brings suffering to the female protagonist.

"I should have expected this but... "

Of course, I knew,  this simple explanation is lacking of details.

".... In the end,  he died as well... "

The person died,  at the hands of the villain who the female lead loved.

That person is the male lead.

Why would he love the female lead?

There is no back story with him,  just straight up pouring his love into the female protagonist.

However, in the female protagonist's memory,  he is someone who truly loves her.

But why did she choose and love the villain instead,  engaging in this tragedy?

I can't fathom what is happening,  there is no explanation, and as such,  the author, or a newbie did not explain it a bit further.

There is no explanation for why,  what she truly felt, or what she was thinking.  No.

There is no explanation why she is doing everything like that,  to fuck things up.

What I meant is,  by letters,  words, sentences, and paragraphs.

Not a single thing was explained as to why she is acting like this and that,  the author did not type what she was thinking,  nor she was feeling.

They only typed what was happening,  and what is she doing.

It was a third-person view,  it was like you are reading the life of a person without knowing what they were thinking what action they will do next,  what are they planning,  nothing.

Many readers already dropped this,  but I remain one of the most,  the readers who are still reading this story.

It has some odd charm,  especially to me.

I am somehow attached to the story... Too much.

"Damn it... I don't like the ending... Why would she cry... Why would she let out everything after he died... It was already too late for her to say what she truly felt..."

Yes,  after the male lead dies,  the female protagonist rushes up to him,  trying to wake him up,  crying,  crying nonstop,  not minding the dying villain who is still smirking but immediately frowns when he sees the female protagonist hugging the male lead.

In the end... There is no win or lose on either side,  it all ended in tragedy.

The kingdom they live is in ruined, and the world they live in is now covered by monsters and demons led by the hidden Villain.

Everything went downhill because of a single thought of the female protagonist which is the only thought that was clearly written and no more.

{If I make him fall for me,  everyone will be saved. }

"God fucking damn it! "

I slam my fist on the bed frustrated.

I shouldn't be like this,  but I was too engrossed in the story as if reading a life of mine.

"That damn stupid words... "

I covered my eyes crying.

First,  in the previous chapter,  chapter 3.

I did not think of that word,  I just thought that it was a line,  just a damn line in which the female protagonist chooses the villain route.

"God fucking damn it..."

Stupid,  this story is so stupid. The female protagonist is stupid,  she was, and she lived through countless times,  that suffering she experienced,  she should have learned,  no... It was the fucking author's fault.

If only they could explain all her stupid actions, what she was thinking,  what she truly felt..!

"I closed my eyes in frustration then suddenly I felt an intense pain all over my body.

"Fuck!  Agh!!! "

!!!?

"gah... Huff... Huff... Ugh.... "

I painfully open my eyes,  and I am in a strange place.

Damp.

Garbage everywhere,  the scent of rotten flesh can smell,  rotten foods, and the liquid on my hand when I touch the ground.

It is the juices of trash as well as the red-colored,  blood.

"Wh...at... ?"

I am getting weaker and weaker.

I saw my hand... Or supposed to be my hand.

It is small,  like that of a kid who's around ten.

My small body as I look weakly is also small covered in blood with a knife on my stomach.

"Haa... Haa... "

I don't exactly know what is happening.

The only thing I knew...

This is not my body.

My body is that of a 21-year-old guy.

Not a boy who's age is around 11-14 years old.

I did not pulled out the knife, I let it stay on my stomach, now what?

"What am I going to do...?"

There's nothing I can do, will there be a miracle?

Miracle...

"Ha...what...am I thinking...ugh...*

I grew weaker, my body felt heavy, I did not know what happen, how did I have a body of a kid.

The moment I open my eyes, I was already in this body at the verge of dying.

"...is my life a joke?"

Gritting my teeth, I couldn't help but curse to god internally, feeling frustrated, angry and...regret.

"...Damn it...I want...to change..."

I said slowly closing my eyes, not before I saw a silhouette running towards me.

"...wig!"

....

....

Am...I dead...?

No, what is this warm feeling? What am I touching? It's soft and comfortable.

I open my eyes, what I saw is a beautiful carved ceiling, a room full of furnitures which can be seen as a bit expensive, I am lying on the bed with bandage on my body.

"Where am I...?"

I get off the bed, saw a small mirror, now I can finally what my new looks like.

Light blue hair, a face that so thin a sign of that this body eat only once a day or maybe none, irises that are yellow, it is alluring that I knew for sure that my eyes are unique.

"Ugh..."

At the same time, memories came back to me, this boy...no, me, I belong to this world, I died in my past life however I do not know how, the last thing I remember is I am reading a story about the tragic heroine.

"...who would have thought..."

I will reincarnate into this world, a world where the heroine died for the seventh...no, what timeline is this?

It is the story I have read that she died seventh times, however, what timeline I am in currently.

"...this is a problem."

In any case...I have a goal.

And that is, at the same in the story, I will become the male lead who died at the hands of the main antagonist.

However, in this life, I won't act like that I'm the story, I will not follow the flow of plot.

...more importantly, I don't want her to suffer any more, dying many times is enough, I have to do everything I can to make her happy.

With that thought of mine, determination filled my eyes.

For now...

"Where am I anyway?"

I need to know what is this place, who is the person that saved me, what is their motive, I need to know if I am safe here or not.