I Became the Master of the Villain

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I was standing in the middle of the bloodbath. The slaughtered bodies fell to their feet, and a terrible scream struck their eardrums.

In the banquet hall there were bloody, broken chandeliers sprayed with limbs and people running away screaming.

My foot stuck something too soft and too high to be the floor. I looked down and stopped breathing.

The disembodied head of the emperor.

Cold-hot terror rising from my body. I raised my head vaguely.

A bloodstained throne. Horribly slaughtered knights.

'He' was approaching, stepping on bodies that cracked with his weight.

A lone white, silver-haired beautiful man stood in stark contrast to a world with deep red blood poured on it in.

The freakishly beautiful man, unlike the surrounding chaos, was tranquil. Even though this horror was coming from him.

You have to run away.

'Run.'

I couldn't move. My body was immobilized; possessed. Before I registered it, he slowly reached out to me. He was smiling, dragging my dizy attention to the pleasant tip of his upturned lips.

I could only focus on the white, blood-soaked silver-haired man. His hand which finally came to me like Death's sickle, clasped my neck,

"······".

"Hyuk... !"

"!"

The carriage rattled loudly, as if it had been caught in a stone's beak.

The maid inquired anxiously when she saw me panting and standing up.

"Lady, are you alright? Did you have any bad dreams?"

"Oh, oh, ···."

It was a dream.

I exhaled slowly, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.

"You look very pale. Should I tell him to turn the carriage around?"

"No, it's okay."

I appreciate the maid's sincere concern, but I can't go back to the mansion. Tonight, there's something I have to do.

Four years ago. I possessed a character in the fantasy novel 'The Wizard of Rebellion'. The Duchess's only daughter, Olivia Ashford. That was my new identity.

A 25-year-old struggling, depressed unemployed woman became an aristocrat overnight.

The Duke of Ashford would be buried at the hands of the antihero of the novel, Kian, who abhorred imperial aristocracy.

He was a genius of the magical arts, the like of which only appeared once in a hundred years.

Unfortunately, Kian is enslaved for 20 years before he becomes a wizard.

His awakening as a wizard comes when he is on the verge of being stuffed alive by a nobleman who only chooses and collects beautiful slaves.

Kian tears the aristocrat apart like a doll, the very thing he was almost turned into.

Later, at a banquet held to celebrate the Emperor's birthday, he exterminates the Emperor and all the nobles of the Empire.

At this point you'd have guessed. Yeah, the dream I just had was a scene at the scene of the carnage.

A nightmare that has been bothering me ever since I was possessed.

This nightmare will become a real reality a year from now and it hit me.