A rose to grind

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I have never believed in second chances, or reincarnation. It was a bunch of baloney to me. Whenever my friends rambled on about getting reincarnated into otome games as villains specifically, I assumed they were a group of idiots wishing for something that could never be true. And I was a man who liked gathering evidence for a supernatural thing, or anything in general. Without evidence, how could something be true?

So, all these stories were just a get-away for people who were unsatisfied with their everyday life, and wanted to experience the thrill of a new world, of venturing into fantasy books, with elves, werewolves and even omegaverses. Whoever heard of men giving birth? Something as ridiculous as that, wasn't worth my time.

Maybe I was stupid for judging things so quick. Perhaps I should have seen it coming. Or maybe it was better if I had invested all my time in reading these kinds of novels, and stories. So then, I would have a clue about what really was going on at the moment.

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I was inching closer to death with every step I took to the dark abyss.

Truthfully, I had known it ever since I heard the snickers coming behind my back. These jealous fools really had a lot of time on their hands. I was on the rooftop for a lunch break since I wanted to get rid of the buzzing noises all around me. Since then, I knew I would die, fortune teller or not. But I simply let it happened? Why?

Life was boring to me. Someone who had everything handed to them on a silver platter. I was those rich kids that would change phones every two weeks. I was the model worker back at my workplace, and for that, I got an excessive amount of backlash and envy. Should I say this was a mere experiment? You all would have called me crazy for experimenting with my own life. But, hear me out. Somethings in life happen for a reason. And I wanted to find out what would happen if I, Seanel Manguolio, died.

Though I hadn't expected this at all.

I blinked at my own childish reflection in the mirror, then peered over my small, calloused hands, mouth agape. Usually, I was never this expressive. But honestly, anyone would have been surprised if they were in my shoes. Like how you suddenly died one day, but then, somehow found out that you were in someone else's body. Especially one that you knew so well, and hated with every inch of your body.

I, Seanel, had reincarnated into the body of the worst villain of all time — Yugo Karrina.

I didn't know how I came to this conclusion, but it was definitely reincarnation, as far as my knowledge about those kinds of books go. Was there a reasonable explanation for this? I think not.

Now, before you all go, oh. The villain's probably handsome, right? That was where the drawback was. Yugo Karrina was an ordinary looking man, or should I say, boy? The only thing that wasn't plain about him, was his body that was easily larger in size compared to usual children. And for that, young Yugo had to go through the torment of those maggots, or in other words, children.

I observed intently on how the reflection in the mirror followed my every movements, and I could only accept that I had died, and was currently taking over the body of a villain.

As I was immersed in this childish body of mine, which hadn't developed even in the lower region department, I heard the sound of a door being unlocked behind me. I turned my body to the other side quickly, and hid the mirror under my pillow. Sigh. How was I supposed to act like a child? More so, an irrational dimwit who hadn't moved on from counting on his hands.

Me, an idol to many people, now acting like a fool. If my grandfather had heard of this, I would have probably been hung by now.

"Yugo! Yugo! Were you the one who stole the chocolate cake from my kitchen, boy? I told you it was for the young master of the house! It's his birthday today!" A middle-aged woman emerged from the door. She looked to be probably in her fifties, with tired eyes, that seemed to be fire at this moment. She pointed an accusing finger at me, making me roughly grimace at the rude gesture. Never in my life had I been pointed to before.