MTL - The Demon King Always Thinks I’m Secretly In Love With Him - Chapter 87

It wasn’t even malicious criticism.I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to.So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

Alvin had planned his future: after leaving the city of Serinthia and obtaining his graduation certificate in technology, he would return to his hometown, stay close to the only girl in his life, and kill a few people from time to time for fun and entertainment.But fate had other plans. On an ordinary day in the Royce Empire—one of the three great empires that ruled this world—the sky split open and a barrage of meteors descended. From that moment, the world changed, and the lands of the empire turned into a battlefield, as monsters appeared and people became hunters.Now, Alvin found himself forced to abandon his former dreams and return to his city before the companion of his life dies.

For the sake of the world, the Protagonist must die.“I... I think I like--”Whether you’re just a girl who fell in love with the wrong person.“N-no...! If I can go back... just one more time...!”A man who regresses to save the world.“Hero... Please, kill yourself.”Or a destined Hero chosen by the Goddess Herself to kill the Demon Lord.No matter what your purpose is, no matter who you are.Even if the whole world and everyone close turns against me...[The target, ‘■■, the Hero’, has been dispatched.][Contract complete.]...The Protagonist cannot be allowed to live.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.