But who would wanna be king? (VADTD)

Prologue

??? POV

I told the servants to not disturb me for a while, for I had things to do.

What are those things, you ask? Why, crying out my heart and cursing out my luck, of course.
In my defense, who wouldn't, if they were in my shoes?
My life was as close to perfect as it could get, with a close-knit family, a smart and kind mother, a clever and caring father, a few good friends and a good background, not to mention attending one of the best schools in the country, I lost it all in but a blink of an eye. Literally.

Who gets isekaied while sighing, anyways!?

Now, since around two hours ago, I've been stuck in the body of Callisto Regulus' younger brother, a minor villain from a manhwa I dropped long ago (courtesy to the bastard Derrick who constantly raises my blood pressure). Now I'm stuck here with a disfunctional family and a palace- no. Scratch that.
A WHOLE FUCKING EMPIRE full of unloveable bastards.

'Great, talk about a downgrade.'

I sigh and rub my eyes, hoping that whatever swept me away here would work its magic again, or maybe I would wake up to my little cousins jumping me awake, trying to get me to play with them.

Alas, no such thing happened, for when my eyes opened, I was once again met with the cute small face of a child, staring back at me with puffy, half lidded eyes.

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Shortly after I woke up, a butler came in to prepare me for the day along with a few maids, calling me 'your highness'. I was really confused and frightened of course, who wouldn't be? But I have had an unreadable face for as long as I have known, so thankfully they didn't say anything else.

I was silent for the entirety of the time they bathed and clothed me, biting my tongue and clenching my fists for the sake of not arousing suspicion by slapping their hands off me or hurling insults at them.

'Hold it in, Alex. You don't want to be burned on a pyre, do you?'

I wanted to talk to the butler who first came into my room and thankfully, my mouth automatically blurted out his name:
"Alfred." The man paused for a moment, only to continue tying my polo tie right after. "Yes, your highness?"
He was quickly finished with what he was doing and stood up straight.

Alfred was, unironically, just like Alfred from the DCU, to which I would have at least chuckled, if not for my current predicament. "What date is it?"

"Why, it's the 1st of August, your brother the first prince, Callisto Regulus' 11th birthday."
I froze, hearing the name of my supposed older brother. For a few seconds, I didn't say anything and looked perfectly calm and put together, despite screaming out every single curse word I know, in all languages I know, in my head.

"I see. Please leave me alone for a bit."
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Now that brings me back to the present. I'm apparently the little brother of the psychotic crown prince, the prince who pressed a fucking sword against the female lead's throat in their first meeting. "And I'm not just any brother, of-fucking-course no. I just had to be the brother who constantly tried to get rid of him and is most probably tortured and killed by him in the end!"

I felt my knees buckle underneath me, my vision got blurry and I couldn't breathe. I gripped in my hair, panting, trying to breathe, hoping that the pain would snap me out of it. My ears were ringing, my throat felt scratchy and I felt dizzy. The pain only made things worse as I started to have a migraine from pulling at my scalp and I was shaking all over.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but I was thankful to be brought back to reality(?) by a Bing! sound.
I don't know how, but I felt myself calm down unnaturally fast, a genderless robotic voice interrupted my crisis. "Hello Alex. As you've already figured out, you're in the body of Alexander Regulus, the younger half brother of the male lead of the manhwa 'Villains are Destined to Die'." I was kneeling down on the marble floor at this point, my eyes mouth wide open with horror. I could feel my knees bleeding slightly as I looked up at the bright blue screen in front of me.

'What the actual fuck? WHY?! I was just enjoying my limited time with my cousins leisurely! What country did I destroy in my past life to be here? And why this world anyways? Why couldn't it be an action world where all I needed to do to survive is to entertain some gods?! Why am I stuck in a world where not even my own mother can be trusted?!'

I had no idea what the fuck even happened in the manhwa; I only read until chapter 75. Or was it 78? I don't remember, it's been years.
There was no one around, and by the way my throat was burning, I could assume that I wasn't being quiet for anyone to not hear me. This only meant one thing. 'They don't care.'

And here I thought it was my self control that made the servants not ask any questions, but it was simply because they didn't care enough for a weak second prince with no real power.

'Untrustworthy indeed.' It seems that this Alfred's similarities to Bruce Wayne's Alfred were only skin-deep.
Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to the screen, seeing what more it has to say.

"From now on, you will play the role of Alexander Regulus while making wiser decisions than he did, until the end."

With that, the screen in front of me disappeared and a wave of calmness washed over me, probably the system's doing. I let out a sigh, thankful for the peace, as much as I wanted to get my hands on that accursed blue sheet and set it on fire.

I looked into the mirror again, this time taking in my new appearance properly. Truth be told, the boy in the mirror didn't look too different from my six-seven years old self, the only real difference being that I was missing my mole under my left eye and had golden blonde hair instead of the usual sandy brown.

'At least I won't feel too foreign in this body.'

With that, I quickly combed out my hair and made my way out of the door, only to be greeted by a guard standing watch in front of my door. I narrowed my eyes at him, only to widen them slightly to the sight of an affectionmeter above his head.

'That's good, at least I know that I can't trust him for sure.'

He was handsome and had a bright look on his face, "Ah! Good morning, your highness! Don't worry, I'll call for the butler to escort you!", not to mention that he eagerly greeted me and bend a knee once he noticed me, but his affectionmeter couldn't lie.

0%.

[No need, just do your job.]
[You're too loud, shut up.]
[*Give him a curt nod*]

'So I have this feature too.'

A/N: I don't know Alexander's canon name, so let's just go with this.
          Btw, this is him now: