It seems this game was rigged from the start.
I never stood a chance in the first place!
"Stop, you trash! Close the gates before he escapes!" bellowed one of the generic bastards—the knights chasing after me.
Sighs.
Why did I reincarnate into this fucking character?
Why him out of everyone in the game?!
The future is already bleak and even while trying to salvage something, I only see darkness. Luck is against me as always.
I should just commit suicide if I get caught.
I don't even understand how it came to this point.
I had everything all planned out in my head. All variables accounted for... well, at least i thought so.
My plan was simple.
It was bound to work on normal circumstances.
But I had missed one crucial detail.
I have no mana, no strength—I'm as powerless as an unawakened child. And I definitely have no plot armor.
I am just an ordinary villain.
A stepping stone.
A footnote in the story.
"Stop him! Cripple him if you have to!" I heard a knight shout, and a chill raced down my spine.
The reason why i was running at this point in time was obviously because my plan failed. I don't know why it looked so simple in my head. What was i even thinking?! There is no way I can handle a knight on my own. I don't know what got over me.
Sighs.
My plan was to sneak attack a knight and steal his armor.
But...
That didn't work out all too well.
It's a miracle I'm still alive after he spotted me.
Sighs.
I hate my life.
The knights were closing in at an incredible speed, while others positioned themselves to flank me. They were coordinating a pincer attack, and that was a serious problem.
I could feel my strength waning, as expected. I had to exert every ounce of energy this frail body possessed just to keep up with this pace, while they glided forward with ease, boosted by mana manipulation techniques.
"Damn it!" I cried, my legs melting beneath me. It was agonizing to keep running when every fiber of my being screamed to stop.
I glanced ahead—my only hope. For some inexplicable reason, the massive gate before me stood open. But, as if mocking my plight, it began to lower, inching downward at a torturous pace due to that bastard's orders.
"I can't make it," I realized, the truth heavy in my chest.
As much as I wanted to cling to that elusive hope, the reality remained… it was impossible.
"Argh!"
And there it was—the moment that would seal my fate.
An arrow pierced my calf.
"AHHHHHHH!"