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Viva Otome No Teikoku

The Mob Butler’s Rebellion in a Villainess’s Otome World"

When 21-year-old cynic Aizen dies in a laughably cliché truck accident, he awakens not as a hero, prince, or even a sidekick—but as the butler to Seraphina von Eldoria, the doomed villainess of a popular otome game novel. In a world where magic academies breed cutthroat politics and love interests are pre-scripted by fate, Aizen quickly realizes his role is less "romantic lead" and more "expendable mob character." Armed with nothing but his sardonic wit, a mysterious System interface, and the uncanny ability to fade into the background (literally), he navigates a labyrinth of aristocratic schemes, magical duels, and heroines who won’t stick to their damn storylines. But when Aizen discovers his "Mob Camouflage" skill lets him manipulate events unnoticed, he turns the game’s rules upside down. Why should he watch Seraphina march toward her scripted downfall? Why let the bland protagonist hoard all the power? And why are the story’s female leads—the ice-cold villainess, the sunshine-haired heroine, a rogue mercenary princess, and a witch with too many secrets—suddenly noticing him? As Aizen’s defiance of the plot unlocks hidden routes and stirs chaos in the Arcane Academy, he becomes the wild card in a battle for control of the narrative. But the System isn’t just a tool—it’s a prison. And the more Aizen rebels, the clearer it becomes: someone wanted him here. Someone who knows his real-world past. Someone pulling strings even the villainess can’t see…
Phenom1 · 1.3K Views

I was reincarnated into a yandere otome game as a side character

Synopsis: Shiki Morgan was a man that was known for having terrible luck his entire life, at the age of six he lost his mother to a horrible accident, then one year later his father abandoned him due to his depression, because of this he was forced to move in with his aunt and uncle, but his cousin didn't make his life any easier, if anything because of her he got in a freak accident that made him lost his legs, because of this he was forced to leash off his aunt and uncle, and since the freak accident he has completely given up on society as he spends the next 16 years lock-up in his room playing nothing but Otome games. One day he suddenly die in yet another freak accident, and because he was helpless, and no one bothered to save him he fell into despair, and in that depressive state he loath the fact that he couldn't live a normal life, for once all he wants was to be happy. Those were his last words during his death, but he knew he was foolish to wish for such an impossible future, but right after he died something miraculous happen, in his sinking misery he heard the voice of a woman play in his head. "The conditions have been met, darling, I now have to say over your existence, now by the power and authority of the witch of guarantee I Bridget the first which among all other witches, shall now grant you three wishes with all the negative karma you have accumulated over your life, please state what you desire and I shall guarantee that it so." Hey all please support me with your power stone.
Carcosa_Sensei · 165K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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