Chapter 1

242words2026-03-27 10:59

The system tasked me, someone with antisocial personality disorder, to redeem a gloomy villain.
The villain was sick but refused to take his meds.
I thought to myself.

[Just stab him. Put us all damn out of this misery.]
The villain froze for a second, then silently swallowed the pills.
The male lead and female lead got married. The villain wanted to steal the bride.
I hatched a plan.
[Stab the male lead too! Then this whole mess is over!]
The villain stopped dead in his tracks, looking utterly pathetic as he grabbed my hand.

"Honey, don't be mad, okay? I was just going to mock him a little."
?
Could he... hear my thoughts?
No way.

Who's redeeming whom here?
I confirmed it three times.
The System really wanted me to redeem this guy.
A cheap rented apartment.
A old, stained bathtub.
The light fell on his handsome yet deathly pale face. He'd fallen asleep in the tub. Blood pulsed steadily from the gashes on his wrist, spreading a dark red across the tile floor.
If I didn't do something, he'd die.
So.
I turned around, switched off the light and locked the door. Then I took the little cash we had left at home, and went downstairs to buy some fried chicken.
If you don't even value your own life, why expect anyone else to?
Why should I save you?
Just die already and stop keeping me from going home.