I Was the Hero, But She Turned Me Into the Villain

«Until death do us part.» That was our vow. And she kept it... by driving her sword through my chest. I was a hero. A symbol. The one chosen by the gods to free humanity. I fought for her. For us. But in the end, it wasn’t the demons who killed me. It was the woman I loved. Helena betrayed me. I fell with my heart shattered and my blood burning between my fingers. But death wasn’t the end. I woke up in another body, in another world... No, not exactly. I woke up inside the very story she wrote. And now, I am Daven von Riesenhart: the bastard son of a marquess, a noble outcast with a name no one respects, and a life I never asked for. I no longer believe in ideals, in gods, or in happy endings. I won’t fight for others. I won’t die for anyone. This time, I’ll live only for myself. And if surviving means deceiving, betraying, or destroying... so be it. Even if it makes me the villain of this story.