They sat very still.
Each time, I tried to change the ending. Tried to be kind. Tried to be invisible. Tried to betray the hero earlier, later, never. But the plot—like a black hole—always bent my actions back toward destruction. I was the cannon fodder. The narrative needed my ashes to pave the hero’s golden road. xuyen thanh nam the phao hoi cua nhan vat phan dien ebook
I looked down at my palm. A glowing line of text appeared, burned into my skin: "You are the villain. You have died 6 times. Survival probability this loop: 0.3%. Would you like to read comments from the previous timeline?" I pressed my thumb to the text. They sat very still