The villain's explosive Reboot.
You know how it goes: regular guy, regular day, ~flying truck~. Not just speeding—flying. It wasn’t some freak accident, either. That truck came for me like God had finally decided, “Enough of this guy.” One moment, I’m a pancake; the next, I wake up in a magical fantasy world. Cool, right? Wrong.
My parents? Too busy chasing some grand ambition to bother with little ol’ me. Instead, they dumped me on the world’s oldest nanny. She fed me soup, tucked me in, and hovered like I was still in diapers. Being the bright child I was, I thought, Why not ask for a younger, prettier nanny? Cue my dad giving me the business end of his parenting philosophy. Lesson learned: don’t sass the guy who holds the purse strings and a heavy belt.
Still, it wasn’t all bad. Magic existed! I mastered Grade 1 spells in no time and discovered the joys of alchemy—aka, the legal loophole to making BOMBS. Life finally had some spark, pun fully intended. I was living my best fantasy life... until I spotted a familiar name.
A school. A name that nagged at the corners of my mind. Wait. Isn’t this straight out of that novel I read once? But which novel?! I can’t remember squat about the plot—except one terrifying detail: I’m the villain. The doomed, laughably incompetent villain.
Fine. If this world wants me to be the bad guy, I’ll do it my way. Who says villains can’t win? Heroes, take notes: I’m armed with alchemy, explosions, and a bone to pick with fate.
This time, the villain’s rewriting the story. Watch me blow it all sky-high.