Really Don’t Want to Be the Villain

Author: Irregular sleep patterns

Ji Cheng, a veteran player of "The Grand Galaxy," unexpectedly dies and finds himself transported into the game's universe, reborn as the final boss before he has ever had a chance to grow strong! Within "The Grand Galaxy," the stars stretch on endlessly, vast and perilous. Spacefaring undead still linger on the brink of extinction, and the Gaia Network remains a secret yet to be uncovered. Mechs, battle troops, star-annihilating cannons, and colossal Titan warships lay waste to all in their path. Given a second chance at life, will Ji Cheng choose a quiet and stable existence, or will he boldly become a cosmic calamity? Yet, before he can decide his destiny, Ji Cheng must first contend with his mischievous older sister, who seems determined to turn him into nothing more than a pile driver. "Work's here, Cheng! I’ve brought you two more top-tier girls!"

Really Don’t Want to Be the Villain

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Chapter One: The Protagonist Template?

“Wake up, everyone, we’re almost at the station.”

Ji Cheng’s shoulder was jostled roughly. The train attendant’s shout left him dazed.

Where am I?

Inside the swaying train, Ji Cheng massaged his throbbing head, eyes darting rapidly around him:

A crowded, dim carriage, the air thick with the stench of sweat, and faces tense with anxiety—everything indicated that he was no longer at home.

Did I… transmigrate?

At that moment, fragmented memories surged into his mind.

Damn, did I really transmigrate?

He had left work early on Friday, excited to get home and dive into his favorite game, eager to dominate the virtual world. Yet the moment he climbed into his aging secondhand gaming pod, it exploded.

The next thing he knew, he was here, just as in the scene before.

A flood of memories made Ji Cheng shudder involuntarily.

“Ouch.” The old man next to him grumbled.

“Sorry, sir.” Ji Cheng’s head ached fiercely, his mind tangled in confusion, as if crammed with unfamiliar information.

“No, no, it’s fine.” The old man hastily lowered his head, waving a hand nervously, sneaking glances at Ji Cheng’s eyes with a trace of fear.

The carriage was dim and noisy, yet Ji Cheng caught every nuance of the old man’s face, the hitch in his breath, the quiver of his throat with each word.

Is he… afraid of me?

His head throbbing, Ji Cheng drew a slow breath and began surveying his surroundings once more.

The train rumbled heavily onward. Outside, the world was a dusty yellow; within, the same haze