On the same day I transmigrated into the game that I devoted over a decade of my life playing
I got a job at a prestigious academy.
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Dear Mr. Rokan,
It is with great pleasure that we inform you of your acceptance as a professor at Yventus Academy.
Your expertise and dedication have marked you as an individual of exceptional merit, and we are honored to welcome you into our esteemed faculty.
We'll be pleased to have you join us by the 3rd Lunar Month, where you will take your place among the finest aspirants from across the realm.
May the winds of fortune guide you safely to our gates.
Stellark Crestford
Envoy
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It was also the same day I realized I was royally screwed.
For one,
I became the infamous extra "Rakon Voh Armeliayth."
A character dubbed as the 'Traitor Bastard' who sold the Heroine to the Evil Order, and betrayed the Zenith Empire by working as a spy for the antagonist.
He had no route of his own and died a pathetic death eventually.
And now, it was my turn…
But,
"I don't want to die."
I muttered those words as I clutched onto the Acceptance Letter.
For me to survive, there was one thing I could do.
Whatever happens…
I wouldn't be a Traitor Bastard.