Prologue: I Became a Scoundrel in a Game

I turned my head and looked into the mirror.

Reflected back was a boy who seemed on edge, his eyes sharp and wary.

Annoyed by the jet-black hair falling into my eyes, I swept it back with my hand.

“Eek!”

That small movement alone made the maid standing in the corner tremble.

A reaction clearly rooted in fear.

And I knew exactly why.

I had become a character inside the game I created.

‘Richard Bartenberg.’

The youngest son of the prestigious swordsmanship family, Bartenberg.

The only failure in a bloodline of natural-born swordmasters.

An inferior, violent scoundrel consumed by inferiority complex.

“Why him, of all people…”

The trembling maid’s reaction said it all.

I closed my eyes and forced the thoughts out.

Complaining about it wouldn’t change anything.

And besides, that wasn’t the real problem.

In a few years, Richard Bartenberg dies—

And his family is destroyed along with him.

But maybe, just maybe… there’s still hope.

Because I’m a god.

An all-powerful one at that.