Chapter 1: A Villain's Introduction

Oh. My. God.

"Look at those two guys! They're so freaking hot!"

"He just waved at me! Did you see that?!"

I sighed, rubbing my temples as the sound of squealing girls pierced my ears.

"Marcus, drop your damn hands. You're not waving back."

"Ah—my bad, bro," Marcus muttered, looking embarrassed.

Anyway.

Hey there, it's me—Estan Rogue. The guy you'll be following on this wild journey.

Now, let's get something straight.

I know what you're thinking.

"Oh, this is another one of those novels where the villain reincarnates before his death, swears revenge, and becomes some dark, brooding edgelord!"

Wrong.

First of all, I didn't reincarnate before my death. I got yeeted into another freaking world. Second, I don't have time to play the "tragic anti-hero" game. I came here with one goal—to live a normal, chill life as a hot, popular high schooler.

But as you know, shit never goes as planned.

And whose fault is that?

That damn author.

Yeah, you. The one reading this. If it weren't for you, I'd be enjoying a peaceful existence instead of dealing with all this nonsense.

"Estan, who are you talking to?" Marcus asked, raising a brow.

"Who else? My fans! Say hello."

"Uh… hi?"

I sighed. "No, man. You gotta say it with confidence!"

"…Hello?"

"…Forget it. You suck at this."

Anyway, where was I? Oh right. My perfect life.

Yeah. It's ruined.

Now, before I continue, let me get the basic novel introduction stuff out of the way.

Normally, this is where I'd go into some long-ass backstory about how I was a genius noble heir who trained since childhood to become a powerhouse.

But screw that.

Let's fast forward to the important part:

I'm strong as hell. I'm smart. I'm handsome. I'm charming. I'm good at crafting weapons.

…Oh, and did I mention I'm handsome?

"Dude, your self-admiration is getting worse," Marcus groaned.

"Shut the hell up, Marcus."

Now, let's talk about how I ended up in this crazy world.

Alright, listen up, because this part is important.

You see, the Eden were supposed to be the ultimate babysitters of creations—created by God to guide, protect, and make sure Earth didn't turn into a dumpster fire.

The Gods? They were the supervisors—watching from above, drinking divine wine, and occasionally checking in to make sure the Eden weren't screwing up.

Spoiler alert: They were.

I mean, just imagine.

The Eden were given full control over Earth's guidance, and instead of keeping things in check, they let creations run wild.

Wars? Everywhere.

Corruption? Off the charts.

Mana abuse? People were treating it like free Wi-Fi.

Eventually, things got so bad that the Gods finally stepped in and asked:

"Hey Eden, what the hell is going on down there?"

And after reviewing the absolute mess that Earth had become, the Gods made a decision:

"Annihilate it."

Yep. Just like that. No second chances. No redemption arcs. Straight to the reset button.

But here's where things get interesting.

The Eden? They didn't wanna just wipe out Earth like a boring office memo. No, no, no—if they were gonna do this, they were gonna make it entertaining.

So, they cut a deal with the Gods.

Instead of a total wipeout, the Eden proposed a battle royale.

• Each Eden would choose champions—God's creations, to fight for them.

• The last Eden standing would get to claim Earth and rule it however they wanted.

• And since the Gods had already approved Earth's destruction, they didn't give a single damn.

And just like that, Earth officially became a battleground.

And the genius responsible for dragging me into this mess?

This gluttonous bum sitting next to me, stuffing her face with snacks.

Veronica, the transcendent guardian of humanity.

"Can you not narrate my life like that?" Veronica muttered, chewing on a cookie.

"Then stop eating like a damn pig and act like a guardian!"

"How dare you speak to Lady Veronica like that?!" snapped Miranda, her overly loyal attendant.

Oh, shut up, mirinda. Your name reminds me of a drink from my old world."

"It's Miranda, not Mirinda, you idiot!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Fanta."

Anyway. You're probably wondering—how did I really get here?

The System & The Tower

Alright, so here's the real kicker.

Right before my death, the System chose me.

Veronica got pissed, but because of some ancient contract with the former Demon King, she had no choice but to bring me here as a baby.

Turns out, the Demon King sacrificed his own core—and his father's—to create the System I inherited. The deal was that in exchange for this, a massive Tower would be built to:

1. Block otherworldly creatures from invading the human realm.

2. Train humans for the upcoming war.

The humans, of course, have no idea about this. They think the Tower is just some training ground for hunters.

But here's the bad news.

The Tower can only last 67 years before it crumbles. And guess what?

There's only 12 years left.

And if it collapses? Every single monster, demon, and godforsaken creature locked inside is going to invade the human continent.

We are so screwed.

And guess who the system chose to be humanity's trump card?

Me.

A villain from another world.

Now, when my mana awakened at four years old, you'd think I'd be from some badass warrior noble family, right?

Nope.

I come from one of the richest noble families on the continent. But when it comes to combat? We're at the bottom of the food chain.

That's right. I got to where I am not because of bloodline talent, but because I grinded my ass off.

The system transported me to a game-like world, threw me into hellish trials, and I leveled up like crazy.

And now? I'm a walking cheat code.

I thought I was finally free to live my best life… until I found out that the demon continent is plotting to destroy the Tower ahead of schedule.

Which means…

I need leads.

Which means…

I have to go to school.

"Wait, so the fate of humanity is at stake, and you're going to school… for information?" Marcus asked.

"Okay, fine, you got me," I admitted. "I'm also going because I want to meet some hot noble girls with big boobs."

"…You're hopeless."

"Hey! What do you expect? I used to be a villain."

But yeah, the demon invasion thing is totally real.

…I just don't give a shit.

Okay, maybe I care a little.

(But jokes on the system for choosing me, lol.)

Back to the Present: Mall Adventures

Standing next to me is Marcus, my best bro.

• He's the Apostle of the Battle Warlord Diana.

• He's a Saint blessed with holy magic.

• And he's one of the few people who can actually see Veronica.

Today, we're shopping for school supplies.

"Oh my god, he's smiling!"

Would you look at that? The girls are squealing again.

Guess it's time to introduce myself.

"Hey there, ladies," I said smoothly, flashing a grin. "Nice to meet you."

"ESTAN, YOU DIDN'T INTRODUCE ME!" Miranda screeched.

"…I don't give a shit about you, Mirinda."

"IT'S MIRANDA, YOU DUMBASS!"