As the monster’s fangs closed in, a sudden realization hit me—I’d seen this moment before. This was the world of an RPG I’d played in my past life, and I was now the hero’s childhood friend, destined to lose in love.
In the game, my character confessed her feelings just as the hero set off on his journey, only to be gently rejected. An hour into the story, her role was over—left behind while the hero met a new girl who would stick by his side. Players pitied her, but I refused to accept that fate.
If I stayed in this village, I’d become nothing more than a discarded love interest. No way was I letting that happen. Instead, I’d leave, hone my newfound talent for alchemy, and carve out my own path in the royal capital.
Who needed a role as the hero’s childhood friend? My happiness wasn’t tied to him—I’d grab it with my own hands.
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