Reincarnated As A Mob
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"Please... Take care of my people..." -Lancelot Ral Constance-
Sakamaki Yuu is a gay, middle-aged, disabled man. His vices are what makes him shy away from society, yet he harboured hope for a change in his life. It didn't get any better. Receiving a report on his deteriorating health makes it feel like the entire world is falling on him. Rather than hoping for a change, he now hoped that he could at least leave a trace on this world, which was what caused him to insist becoming the donor for her nephew. A heart donor, which guarantees absolute death. Yet at the very least, his heart would live well inside her. It's okay if his heart is the only trace that he left.
That's what should happen.
Yet by the time he opened his eyes, he realized that he was reincarnated as one of the mobs that supports the villainess in one of the web novels that he had read. Not only that, his character is destined to die in a month by the crown prince's hand. That being said, how donating his heart has to do anything with him waking up as a completely different person?
And what's with these people calling him a noble?
And what's with this need to appeal his knowledge to help the townsfolk?
And why the crown prince is handsome damnit!
(Hello guys. This is a sample for the full story on other site. Hope you guys enjoy it (>v<)/)
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