He didn’t want any part of it.

He wanted to be independent.

He didn’t want to become a side character in the story of some so-called protagonist.

Yet, Mo Zhiran couldn’t run.

Heaven wouldn’t let him, for he was an extra destined to die for the rise of the protagonist.

An expendable nobody, unnoticed and forgotten.

In the end, Mo Zhiran was betrayed by his own clan brother just to save a girl who appeared out of nowhere. Worse, before his inevitable death, he even had to block the danger for that same brother, unwillingly.

He was basically a Redshirt.

“Haha… Heaven is so unfair.”

Zhiran hated them both to the core. If he got another chance, he swore he would make them pay a hundredfold for every drop of blood he spilled.

And fortunately, he did.

Reborn with an unusual system in hand, Mo Zhiran would no longer be a disposable extra.

This time, he would carve his own path, one step at a time.

Even if it meant being forced to be a Villain.