As the beast’s fangs closed in, a sudden realization struck me—I had seen this moment before. This was the world of a role-playing game I once played in my past life, and now, I was trapped in the role of the hero’s childhood friend, destined to be rejected. In the original story, my character confessed her feelings just before the hero embarked on his grand adventure, only to be left behind as he found love elsewhere. Players pitied my character, the forgotten girl whose purpose faded within the first hour of the game.
But I refuse to follow that script. If staying in this village means heartbreak, then I’ll carve my own path. No more waiting around as a disposable side character. With my newfound talent for alchemy, I’ll leave this place behind and forge my future in the royal capital. Who cares about being the hero’s childhood friend? That role was never meant for me. My happiness isn’t tied to his choices—I’ll claim it myself, one potion, one experiment, one bold step at a time. The world may have written me as the losing heroine, but I’m rewriting my own story.
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