34 Chapters Every 2.9 Day(s) 309 Readers 0 Reviews 06-17-2025
I woke up as the villain in a romance simulation game my younger sister loved.
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Not just any villain, but Ranshel—the servant who torments one of the capture targets, Zavad, only to meet a miserable end.
"Eunhye, your brother is absolutely screwed…"
To return to my original world in a healthy body, I need to die at Zavad’s hands, just like in the game.
But from my so-called father, the duke, to my stepmother who entered the family later, and even the hidden eyes of the imperial family—
There are way too many villains in this game besides Ranshel, and for Zavad, every single moment of his life is a crisis.
If I want to die at Zavad’s hands, doesn’t that mean he has to survive first?
In the end, Ranshel finds himself in a situation where he must protect Zavad from other villains—
Only to betray him in the end and die.
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“…Well, that works out for us. There’s no chance we’ll ever come to cherish each other anyway.”
Ranshel smiled.
Wasn’t that a good thing?
Their relationship was nothing more than a contractual exchange.
He would help Zavad become the head of his family, and in return, he’d receive an enormous sum of gold.
Until Zavad gained enough power, he’d rely on Ranshel’s help, and when he could finally use his wealth freely, he’d pay him back.
That was all there was to it.
Zavad must have had similar thoughts because he curled his lips into a smirk, though his expression remained displeased.
“Obviously. Why would I ever waste affection on someone as filthy as you, a commoner?”
Filthy. Commoner.
He put particular emphasis on those words.
It was almost funny—his tone was so refined that even an insult didn’t quite sound like one.
Ranshel knew he should laugh, but for some reason, the laughter didn’t come easily.
So he forced himself to smile, tugging at his lips deliberately.
“Right. Just like I have no intention of serving you with body and soul, you shouldn’t go around developing unnecessary feelings for me either. Just thinking about it is unpleasant.”
Zavad scoffed in disbelief.
“How ridiculous. Worry about yourself first. And stop staring at my face like some lovesick fool.”
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