I wasn’t a hero. I grew up in an orphanage where strength decided who ate, beauty decided who was protected, and the weak learned only one rule survive. I never believed in selflessness, yet in the end, I died saving children from a burning orphanage without understanding why I chose to act. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t reborn as a protagonist. I became Louis Casper, a minor villain in a novel . A noble’s third son. A disposable character destined to die during the academy attack arc—crushed to death by the body of an enemy defeated by the real protagonist. This time, however, I can see something the novel never mentioned. Numbers. An Affection System that reveals how others truly feel about me. My mother’s affection is -59. Servants, teachers, classmates—almost all negative. My stats are pathetic. My luck is worse. Cover made by ai Use ai to hp Grammar