I was reincarnated as the son of the strongest duke.
When I opened my eyes for the first time in this hell, I thought I was trapped in a nightmare… but no, nightmares aren’t delivered with this level of detail.
The sky was gray, like a tattered strip of ash from tormented souls. The air was heavy, as if the world itself breathed blood instead of oxygen. And more importantly…
I’m not on Earth.
I am Nir Verton. Son of the Duke of Shadows. The Verton family—the name whispered by nations before they sleep, feared even by those who do not know what fear means.
Ah yes, Nir Verton… the calm, noble, perfect young man who’s supposed to be the centerpiece of this ridiculous story.
But what is the story, exactly?
A romance novel. Yes, romance.
A tale written with roses, innocent scenes, and gazes that last for pages—where the heroine, Ayla, falls in love with me after three lines and ten chapters of exchanged smiles.
Did I mention I despise this kind of story?
I can’t stand it. I don’t believe in love made of sugar, or tears polished in golden light.
But the worst part?
I’m stuck in Nir’s body—the boy who smiles like he’s never known pain, while I scream on the inside.
What’s expected of me?
To be the heroine’s lover?
To melt her heart with a smile and a flower?
To hold her close while the towers collapse and whisper, “The world will be alright”?
No. To hell with that.
This world is leaning toward ruin, and I am no savior.
I’m just an intruder in the body of the heir to a terrifying family, trapped within the threads of a story I didn’t write—and I won’t act it out the way they want.
I am not Nir Verton.
But since everyone believes I am...
Let’s see how far I can twist your happy ending.