Through the Villain's Eyes

Prologue

 A Wish Upon a Manhwa

You live a double life. By day, you're a mild-mannered office worker, tapping away at your keyboard, attending meetings that could have been emails, and sipping on coffee that tastes like burnt toast. You navigate the jungle of cubicles with the stealth of a ninja, avoiding the gaze of your boss, who seems to have a sixth sense for catching you on your phone.

By night, you're a fearless explorer of fantastical worlds, diving headfirst into the latest BL manhwa. Your apartment, a sanctuary of scattered cushions and half-finished cups of instant noodles, transforms into a gateway to adventure. You laugh, you cry, and you sigh at the perfectly chiseled jaws of the male leads, wishing for love as dramatic and heart-fluttering as theirs.

One fateful evening, after a particularly grueling day of pretending to understand spreadsheets, you whisper a wish to the universe. With a hint of jest, you ask to be whisked away to the world of your favorite manhwa, to escape the drudgery of deadlines and the terror of team-building exercises.

The evening breeze carried the scent of jasmine through your open window, a gentle reminder of the world outside your office cubicle. You spent the night lost in the pages of your favorite BL manhwa, the one where love defies destiny, and the male leads' smiles could outshine the stars. With a sigh, you closed the book and surrendered to sleep, the characters' fates lingering in your dreams.

Morning came too soon, but not with the familiar blare of your phone alarm playing that obnoxious tune you'd grown to despise. Instead, it was a melody you'd never heard before, soft and orchestral, pulling you from the depths of slumber.

Confusion greeted you as your eyes opened to a room that wasn't yours. The walls were draped in rich tapestries, and the air held a stillness that your cluttered apartment never knew. Panic fluttered in your chest as you stepped out of the bed, feeling an unfamiliar weight to your movements.

Your hands, once slender and adorned with the scars of paper cuts, were now broad and muscular. You raced to the mirror, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm, and the reflection that met you was not your own.

Staring back at you was a man—tall, imposing, with muscles that spoke of strength and a life of privilege. Fear clawed at your throat as you turned in a desperate attempt to make sense of this madness. In your haste, you collided with a table, sending its contents crashing to the floor.

Among the scattered items, an identity card caught your eye. You picked it up, and the name printed there sealed your fate. It was the name of the villain, the one destined for ruin at the hands of the beloved heroes.

Kim Ji-Yoon

Your mind raced as you tried to piece together the events that led to this moment. The wish, the manhwa, the transformation—it all seemed like a bizarre dream. But the weight of your new body, the coldness of the floor beneath your feet, the distant sounds of a world waking up outside your window—they were all too real.

You stumbled through the lavish room, each step echoing against the marble floor, each breath a mix of disbelief and dread. You had to find answers. You had to understand why the universe had taken your wish so literally.

As you explored the unfamiliar space, you found remnants of a life you never lived: letters signed with your new name, wardrobes filled with clothes that matched the villain's extravagant taste, and a schedule that outlined your day as if you were truly Kim Ji-Yoon, the feared and powerful antagonist of the story.

The realization hit you like a wave—this was no temporary escape. This was your life now. You were the villain in a world where the script was already written, and your end was predetermined. But you weren't ready to accept that fate. You were going to survive, rewrite the story, and maybe, just maybe, find a love that was yours and yours alone.

With a newfound resolve, you squared your shoulders and looked into the mirror once more. Kim Ji-Yoon might have been the villain, but you? You were the author of your own destiny, and this was just the beginning.

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