I was betrayed in my first life.
A cripple, broken and discarded—
I died after catching the one I loved in bed with the only person I ever called a friend.
That was the start of real torment.
When I woke up, it was in another world.
A goddess stood before me.
She told me I could go back.
Back to my world.
Back to everything I lost.
All I had to do… was play my part.
The side character.
And I did.
I followed the script.
Played my role to perfection.
They hated me.
Mocked me.
Used me.
Again and again.
But I kept going. Because I believed her.
Because I wanted to go home.
Then one day, I found out.
The hard way.
It was all a lie.
There was no going back.
There never was.
She used me.
Again.
Just like everyone else.
Thrown away like trash once I outlived my usefulness.
That was the day something inside me snapped.
And so, I made a vow.
I would take everything from her.
I would enslave every single heroine she chose.
And I would kill the hero she placed all her hopes on.
If she wanted to protect this world…
Then I would burn it down.
But the more I tried, the more things started to change.
And then one day—
I found one of the heroines.
One of the hero's yanderes I had enslaved.
She stood there, trembling, a knife in her hand.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, eyes wild.
“I won’t let them have you. You belong to me.”
...What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?!
