Chapter 2
My vision suddenly turned black the moment I heard the gunshot.
Well…
I guess I really died.
But then…
why the hell do I feel like I'm floating on water?
It was strange.
Light.
Comfortable—far more than I expected death to be.
Almost as if my body had lost all weight…
as if something invisible was gently holding me.
No—
it felt more like I was being embraced by thousands of women at once…
No, damn it!
Even at the end of my life, I'm thinking about perverted things?!
What kind of rotten brain keeps working even after death?!
I let out a sigh—
though I wasn't even sure a dead man could sigh.
Anyway…
where am I supposed to go now?
Am I going to float here forever?
Huh…?
Why does it suddenly feel like I'm moving faster?
The gentle sensation began to change.
The warmth twisted into a pull—
strong, violent, overwhelming.
As if a massive underwater vortex had grabbed me.
It didn't last long.
Suddenly—
a bright light slammed into my closed eyes.
I shut them tightly, and in that same instant, the feeling of drifting in an endless ocean vanished completely…
Replaced by something extremely familiar.
A bed.
…A bed?!?!
I snapped my eyes open and shot my upper body upright, my breathing sharp and uneven, my heart pounding violently.
I scanned my surroundings, and the first thought that crossed my mind was—
Where the hell am I?!
I was inside a simple room.
The bed I was sitting on was plain—neither luxurious nor cheap.
The walls were wooden, calm brown in color, lacking anything modern.
In front of the bed hung a simple painting of a woman sitting on a chair, her expression peaceful in an unsettling way, as if she had been watching this room for a very long time.
To my right was a small table beside the bed—a nightstand.
Empty, except for a thin layer of dust.
To my left was another wooden wall, completely bare…
except for a mirror mounted on its left side.
I took a deep breath in.
Then let it out slowly.
Alright…
all of these signs pointed to one thing I knew far too well.
Something I had watched, read, and analyzed hundreds of times.
Isekai.
Hahahahaha!
It finally happened!
The dream of every otaku in this world—
being transported to another world!
But then—
I shut my mouth.
And spoke slowly, as my brain finally caught up to reality.
"But if we follow isekai logic…
then the world I was sent to should be the last novel or anime I thought about…"
My body stiffened.
"…and the last novel I read was—"
I jumped out of bed with unnatural speed and rushed toward the mirror.
And what I saw there…
shocked me.
A handsome young man stared back.
Silver hair—not too short, reaching the upper part of his neck.
Soft strands, slightly messy, as if they refused to obey any order.
Eyes of deep violet.
Calm… yet carrying a chilling coldness within them, completely devoid of warmth.
My clothes were simple:
a white T-shirt and black pants.
But…
that wasn't what caught my attention.
Damn it.
Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Why the hell is this my reflection?!
This face…
this body…
It's the final villain from that stupid novel!
Alright. Calm down.
Calm down…
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Maybe the author was lazy and reused designs.
There was only one way to be sure.
I grabbed the hem of my white shirt…
and pulled it off.
On the right side of my chest—
was a massive blue mark glowing faintly.
A complex circle carved into my skin itself.
Interlocking geometric lines, unfamiliar symbols, and a central core radiating a subtle energy.
This wasn't a normal tattoo.
It was the core mark of the final villain.
The seal that symbolized his existence, his power… and his fate.
I smiled.
A dirty smile.
The smile of someone who had just realized he was completely screwed.
I took a deep breath.
Then said calmly—
"Well then…
I guess I really am…
the Final Villain."