༺ Noah's POV ༻
Transmigrating into a novel was one thing, but ending up as Noah Ashbourne—villain, narcissist, and walking disaster—was an entirely different level of cosmic cruelty.
Yet here I was.
Plotting my next move like the textbook antagonist I was supposed to be.
The system that bound me here was annoyingly clear about its rules.
I needed "plot points" to gain leverage and grow stronger.
Farming those points required interaction with key events in the story.
But if I outright stole Draven's moment, I risked destabilizing the narrative and inviting consequences I couldn't predict.
That meant I needed to be... strategic.
If I played my cards right, I could get what I wanted without disrupting Draven's ascension.
The plan was simple, really.
The undead soldiers would rise in waves, drawn by the curse that had plagued the cemetery for centuries.
The first wave would be weaker, more disorganized.
