Lucien Vale was never meant to be important.
In his previous life, he was a terminally ill otaku—weak, bedridden, and living only through the fantasy novels he loved. His death was cruelly ironic: not from cancer, but from a truck accident on his way home from the hospital.
When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself reincarnated inside his favorite novel.
But not as the hero. Not as the demon lord. Not even as a major antagonist.
He awakens as Lucien Vale, a third-rate villain—a disposable noble whose only role was to provoke the protagonist… and die in rage as a stepping stone.
This time, Lucien refuses that fate.
Granted a mysterious Bonding System, he gains the ability to form deep bonds with others—replicating their talents, attributes, and potential once trust is earned. Through bonds, effort, and calculated future knowledge, Lucien begins to rewrite the story itself.
At the prestigious Imperial Academy, Lucien trains among nobles, commoners, and other races—elves, dragons, vampires, and dwarves—while hiding terrifying truths:
Hidden attributes like Void, Space, and Divine
A cursed, evolving sword that speaks to him alone
A dangerous path beyond SSS Rank
As monsters rise, students vanish, and demons move in the shadows, Lucien discovers that power alone is not enough. Even SSS Rank is merely a ceiling imposed by the world.
Chosen by the Goddess of Sight, Lucien is shown a forbidden route—the Path of Transcend, a brutal thirteen-step journey meant to surpass mortal limits, extend lifespan, and challenge even gods.
But power has a price.
The Void threatens his sanity. Bloodlines clash within his body. Gods argue over his existence. And the story he once knew begins to fracture beyond recognition.
Now standing between heroes, villains, demons, and gods, Lucien must decide:
Will he become humanity’s strongest protector…
Or the calamity that devours everything?
This is the story of a forgotten villain who refuses to be a footnote, and instead walks a path even the gods fear to follow.


if you are weak hearted person, then 
don't read after second boss death .

My novel is only comedy in starting.

Before dawn, he left the academy gates with nothing but his sword, worn armor, and a look in his eyes that scared even the guards.


An F-Rank dungeon on the academy's outskirts—considered safe for teams, discouraged for solo entry.


The dungeon air was damp and cold, mana thick with unease. Weak monsters lurked in the shadows—goblins, corrupted beasts, malformed creatures born from residual mana.


Blood sprayed across the stone floor as Kael didn't stop after the kill—he continued swinging, cutting again and again until the body was unrecognizable.


He stood over the remains, chest heaving.


He abandoned refined sword forms, relying instead on raw instinct. His bloodline flared each time he was struck, pain feeding power instead of slowing him down.


Kael snarled and grabbed the creature by the throat, driving his sword through its skull at point-blank range.


He welcomed the numbness creeping into his thoughts.


By the time the dungeon was cleared, Kael was covered in wounds—some shallow, some deep. His armor hung broken, sword chipped, breath ragged.


He leaned against the dungeon wall, laughing weakly.


But beneath the laughter was something else.


His hands trembled—not from exhaustion, but from how good it felt to let go.


> If I keep going like this… will I lose myself?


"Next time," he muttered, eyes burning, "I'll go deeper."


When Kael emerged from the dungeon, the sun was already rising.


A bloodied boy walked back into the academy alone, eyes hollow but burning with resolve.


Chapter 32 - Side CHAPTER — Alone into the Dungeon