One day, I woke up as a noble inside the game I used to play. A wealthy, powerful noble with land, gold, and influence. The dream life.
There is just one problem. The game ends in an apocalypse. The world burns. Everyone dies. And the cause? A handful of future villains who tear everything apart.
Most people would run. Hide. Build a bunker.
Not me.
I have ten years left. Ten years before everything goes wrong. So I track down the future villains while they are still kids. Before the trauma. Before the madness. Before they become monsters.
I decide to raise them myself. A better childhood. A kind hand. Maybe that is all they ever needed to choose a different path.
But something strange is happening. Criminals are dropping like flies. The underworld is terrified. And the kingdom thinks I am some kind of terrifying mastermind pulling all the strings from the shadows.
What on earth is happening? I just wanted to enjoy the sweet noble life.
Can a man trying to prevent the apocalypse accidentally become the greatest threat to the kingdom?
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