As I walked out of the mansion, carrying a bag of whatever the servants had thrown together, I let out a deep sigh.


    **Alright. Let’s calm down and assess the situation.**


    1. I was no longer Lucian, a useless delinquent. I was **me**, a hardcore gamer with knowledge of the future.


    2. I was in the early phase of the game, meaning I had time to prepare before the real threats arrived.


    3. Most importantly, **I wasn’t powerless.**


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    [Ding!]


    A blue screen suddenly popped up in front of me.


    **[Villain System Activated]**


    A **system.**


    My heart pounded as text appeared before my eyes.


    **[Your role: Third-Rate Villain. Ensure the plot is followed. Act the part of a villain to earn rewards.]**


    **[Initial Rewards Granted: Berserker Sword + System Shop Unlocked]**


    I froze.


    **Berserker Sword?**


    That was supposed to be an endgame weapon.


    I hurriedly checked my inventory. And there it was—a dark, rune-covered blade with a blood-red aura, a weapon that **grew stronger the more I fought.**


    A grin spread across my face.


    “Alright.”


    I might have been exiled. I might have been a third-rate villain.


    **But if the game expected me to follow the script? Then I’d play my role—**


    **—and turn this villain into the strongest force this world had ever seen.**


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