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 clear...
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 an
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