The designer story: I was reincarnated as a villain in a game

Chapter 1: introducción

Neron crawled on the ground with extreme difficulty, as if every movement of him was tearing apart what remained of his life. His hand was pressing hard on his stomach, trying in vain to keep his intestines in place.

"No... no, this doesn’t look good..."

After a long and devastating battle, Neron’s life had reached its end. In fact, it could be said that his fate was not much different from the many corpses lying around him.

He continued crawling away, while his eyes reflected the most horrific thing imaginable; a land covered with intestines and blood, scattered eyes, heads smashed into pieces, and expressions of helplessness frozen on the faces of their owners.

And all of this... because of a single being.

Worse than that, this being is still alive.

Neron felt a cold terror creeping into his body, before a heavy shadow loomed over him. He stopped crawling slowly, and raised his head toward it.

There was no hope left.

He knew that his moment had come.

However... his lips moved.

"Can I ask a question?"

He received a short reply, empty of any emotion:

"Yes."

With one final effort, Neron raised his trembling hand... then pointed his middle finger. freёwebnovel.com

"Go to hell."

...

I sighed while staring at the screen in front of me, then looked again at the settings of this character.

[ Neron the Stetlas ]

Behavior: [ Villain ]

Efficiency: [ Great ]

Talent: [ Mind control ]

Job: [ Duelist ]

Affinity: [ Lightning ] [ Earth ]

Neron... one of the game’s bosses. A villain in name and deed.

That’s how he was at the beginning of the events... until he repented in the end, and later turned into a good person, becoming one of the best characters.

However... his fate was decided from the very beginning. In the end... the fate of villains is death.

I had argued with the author for a long time, tried with everything I had to convince him not to do it. But my words went in one ear and out the other.

Still, I didn’t give up.

I was stubborn... in a way that sometimes evoked pity.

I worked on several tasks at the same time, pushed myself to the limit, until neither the author nor the management could simply ignore me anymore.

And in the end... we reached an agreement.

An agreement not to agree.

No one listened to my words.

I sighed deeply, then raised my gaze to the clock. Ten o’clock at night.

Work time ended hours ago, yet... I’m still here.

As usual.

In the end, if the game fails... I will be fired. My professional life was on the line, and that alone was enough to force me to continue.

"But this is really exhausting... why am I always the last one to leave?"

I grabbed the coffee cup, took a sip... then frowned.

Cold.

I drank it in one gulp, then threw it toward the trash bin, but it didn’t hit the target.

I sighed in annoyance.

I didn’t want to get up. My body had become stiff after an entire day of sitting.

"When it’s time to leave... I’ll pick it up."

My fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, while my face was reflected on the pale blue screen.

We had to work fast. The game’s launch date was approaching, and the teaser would be released within minutes.

The pressure... was doubling.

I no longer understood what was going on in the minds of management. All they cared about was money, as if the suffering of employees meant nothing to them.

"How much I hate this life... I shouldn’t have accepted this job in the first place. I should have listened to my mother’s warning..."

I laughed softly in mockery. "I really regret it."

A few moments passed... and suddenly— A sharp notification rang, piercing the silence like thunder. My heart almost jumped out of its place.

I froze for a second, then quickly composed myself.

I clicked on the notification. It took me directly to the company’s homepage.

After that, the advertisement appeared in front of me.

My eyes moved quickly as I muttered in a low voice, reading the text, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. It was just usual promotional nonsense.

Without hesitation, I turned on the teaser.

Suddenly—an blue light exploded from the computer screen, filling the entire room.

My eyes widened.

I felt a sharp dizziness, as if the world was spinning violently, before I lost my balance and fell hard, hitting the ground.

"Damn it..."

But— it wasn’t the pain that shocked me.

It was the sound.

Rapid footsteps... approaching.

I froze in place, while a soft hand reached out and touched me cautiously, followed by a faint female voice, trembling:

"My lord... are you alright? What suddenly happened?"

My lord...? What is this?

Confusion deepened inside me.

My vision began to return gradually, but the voice remained clear, close... real.

That hand helped me stand up, while the image in front of me began to form, blurry at first... then clearer...

Until— I froze.

"Young master, are you hurt? Should I get help? I... I’m sorry..."

I slowly turned my head. In front of me stood a girl I had never seen in my life. A young maid wearing an elegant white uniform, fair smooth skin, and features clearly trembling with fear. Her eyes were shining with panic, as if she were about to cry.

"Where am I... for fuck’s sake?"

Just moments ago, I was in front of my computer screen.

So how—my body suddenly tensed.

It seemed she noticed it, as she trembled more, and tears began to gather in her eyes.

"I’m sorry! I didn’t do anything! Please don’t kill me, my lord! I beg you!"

What...? Is this some stupid prank? Or a nightmare?

I raised my hand and pressed my arm hard, immediately feeling a slight pain.

"..."

This is not a dream.

I swallowed my saliva, then grabbed her by the shoulder and asked in a low voice:

"Where am I?"

She raised her head slowly, confused.

"W-what do you mean, my lord? You are in the Stetlas lands—!"

She suddenly stopped, as if she realized something, then bowed quickly.

"I’m sorry! Maybe your head was hit hard... I didn’t mean—"

"Stetlas...?"

"Stetlas..."

I repeated the word more than once in a trembling voice.

"Impossible..."

What kind of joke is this?

Stetlas... a name that is only mentioned in one place.

The Cataclysm Balance.

The game I spent countless hours developing...

I grabbed the maid quickly.

"Where is the nearest mirror?"

She became even more terrified, as if I would kill her at any moment.

"The bathroom... connected to your room, my lord... behind that door..."

I didn’t wait for her to finish, I rushed toward it quickly.

I opened the door, a luxurious bathroom, something that could only be seen in dreams.

I headed straight to the mirror.

I stood in front of it, slowly raised my hand... and touched my face.

My eyes widened, and my voice trembled: freeweɓnovel.cøm

"Who... am I?"