World's Strongest Became the Game's Weakest Villain

A young child had a dream.

It was a strange, long dream. A dream that didn't seem to have an end.

Every moment in the dream, his beating heart would ring in his ears. The desires of his soul would scream in his mind.

Yet, he couldn't act upon it.

As if he was possessed.

Nay, as if he was being puppeteered.

He lived his life, but each time he felt the need to take a decision, a crossroads that would affect his life, it felt as if he wasn't himself.

As if someone was controlling him.

It was a strange dream after all. Such strangeness was natural.

But the contents of the dream were anything but natural.

The events so real. The people so alive. The dream so bleak.

It wasn't distinguishable from 'life.' From his 'reality.'

Being a young orphan in the backwaters of the Empire, his luck in the dream shone through.

As a seventeen-year-old, a teacher from the kingdom of sages noticed his talents and offered him and his childhood friend a scholarship in the greatest academy on all of the continent.

The boy and his friend, eager to learn and turn their life of loneliness in the faraway village around, gladly followed the teacher to the academy.

It was intimidating, to say the least.

Talents from the entire continent, children of nobles, princes, and princesses, people he could never touch were in the same class as him.

The academy promised equality, after all.

His life changed completely.

In the greatest academy on all of the continent, he had become the top student in the entrance tests. Fame and strength followed him after he gave his speech as the freshmen representative.

Looking back, he felt as if he was being controlled since that point. After enrollment, that was when the 'control' began.

It was a happy turn in his life.

He landed in the top class of the academy, intimidating people from everywhere had gathered in the classroom.

Right. There was him, his childhood friend, people he made strong connections with.

And that man.

That man with white hair and red eyes.

That one man, nay, demon. He was in that class too.

At first, he bullied all the commoners, calling them unworthy with his gang of nobles from Schwarz.

The boy couldn't stand to see an aspiring knight be bullied like this, and saved her from his villainy. They became good friends and eventually even laid together.

Going down, he found the white-haired demon pursuing a young mistress of a great merchant troupe and saved her from his machinations.

Needless to say, he laid with her as well. Though, now that he thought about it, he didn't feel in control of whatever he did with his friends and lovers.

The white-haired stopped his petty bullying there, but he couldn't be sure. After all, one of the demons of hell tried to attack the princess of the country the demon hailed from. After a long and intense battle, he managed to save the princess and entered a loving relationship with her as well.

He found out then that the other two of his friends, along with his childhood friend, had all managed to corner and pummel the white-haired demon.

That was the end of his villainy.

It should have been

They lived their lives peacefully. The young boy faced many dangers and a surge of demons, he fought with them all, and the number of people he embraced grew along with it. From his childhood friend to the teacher, he owed his changed life.

In the end, he found six main heroines and seven sub-heroines. Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep with anyone other than the main heroines.

Heroines? What word was that?

It wasn't a term he knew. Why did he use it?

It was just like that. The boy felt exactly this confused each time he was controlled.

It was a peaceful life down to the third year of his academy life, when the villain who was now the one being bullied changed.

After defeating most of the demons in the upper rankings and earning the favor of gods and angels, the boy had grown conceited.

He didn't notice as the white-haired demon had contracted with a low-ranking demon.

Things changed.

The low-ranking demon possessed the white-haired demon's body. He wasn't talented at all, just a normal dual core, which was a surprise compared to his previous abilities, sure, but not something the boy and his partners couldn't take on.

It wasn't something like that.

The demon had other plans.

They had given up thousands of lives, and the doors to the world were opened.

Gods, not of this dimension, invaded the world.

A new war, unlike what the boy had participated in, began. A war that united all the many races of the world, the gods and angels, and even the demons.

The entire world against the outer gods.

With the boy at the center, they fought and they fought.

Losses piled up. The boy lost his lovers and his friends.

Eventually, with the blood of the world on his hands, the boy made do.

At the end of the world, he stood.

He had won. The outer gods were defeated, and he was left on the verge of death.

But at least they had won.

No.

They had been fighting the wrong war since the beginning.

The enemy wasn't the outer gods, nor were they anyone on the side of the world.

The only, true enemy, was that white-haired boy.

That boy and his low-ranking demon partner.

{KAHAHAAH! I have won, □□□□! You and your smug face! I have taken it all down. GODS! DEMONS!

FAIRIES! YOU! NOTHING CAN STAND ABOVE ME!}

Screaming those words, the white-haired demon glared at him on the verge of death.

Ah, what was his own name again? The boy didn't remember.

{I HAVE BECOME THE RULER OF THIS WORLD!!}

And then, he made him watch.

He was forced to watch, as everyone that he loved who remained were killed painfully by that demon. One after another. The demon who had obtained omnipotence destroyed all he loved.

When nothing was left to destroy.

{I am bored of you now}

The boy was killed too. And something he didn't understand flashed in front of his eyes.

[GAME OVER - BAD END]

***

An orphan slowly opened his eyes.

He clenched his fists and bit his lips.

Unbeknownst to him, he wasn't the only one to awake.

All over the continent, from the house next to his to the royal palace of Schwarz, a total of six more people opened their eyes after a strange dream.

"Not this time... Eugene Hall..."