When I Finished Playing the Terminally-Ill Villainous Omega C1

Chapter 1

“Why on earth do I have to repay money I never even spent?! If you keep harassing me, I’ll call the police…!”

Screech— thud.

While fleeing from loan sharks over my father’s debts, I was struck by a bus and died. When I opened my eyes again, I had become the young noble heir of a medieval-era count’s household.

‘I died, and when I woke up, I was basically a chaebol third-generation? Absolute win!’

Surely, I would never have to stress about money again.

I thought all I had to do now was enjoy the sweet scent of a flower-strewn path laid out before me. That was, until a damned system window appeared before my eyes.

[Scenario: This world is the Omegaverse novel The Emperor’s Mistress. You have transmigrated into the role of Cedric Allure Hestian, an antagonist Alpha-omega.]

Omegaverse?

I rarely read webnovels, so both the sudden system window and the terminology written there felt foreign. When I asked it questions, it refused to answer, so I roughly assumed it meant I had been hit by a bus and dropped into a different world— one that happened to be a novel.

Whatever it was, I had no intention of playing the villain the system described. If I could simply live idly in a fine house, wearing fine clothes and eating delicious food to my heart’s content, that would be enough for me.

At least, until the next window appeared.

[Scenario: Cedric Allure Hestian is a minor antagonist destined to die nine chapters later. To extend your lifespan, faithfully perform your assigned role and earn Life Points.]

Not only was I a minor villain, I was a terminal character who wouldn’t even survive past chapter nine.

Still— if fulfilling my role was all it took to live, then despair was premature.

As long as I succeeded, a healing life as a wealthy young noble awaited me.

…Or so I thought.

[Mission: Hurl a glass at your attendant Locke and verbally abuse him.]

[Mission: Lock your attendant Locke in a storage room and strike his back with a whip, leaving wounds.]

[Mission: To your attendant Locke, ……]

As expected of a villain, every mission involved tormenting Locke, the attendant. Moreover, each demand crossed the line more than the last.

I felt repulsed by the idea of tormenting an innocent person— let alone hurling insults or using a whip. So I did not complete the mission properly.

“Cough— gghk, ugh.”

Pain tore through me as though a burning iron skewer were digging through my organs, and blood surged up my throat. I writhed in agony for days.

[♥♥]

After each episode of agony, one of the hearts that had floated at the top right of my vision since awakening here disappeared. With a visible life counter, fear of death crept into me.

Unable to escape, I began following the scenario. And so, pathetically, I sustained my life for several years by feeding on the suffering of others.

Then one day—

Locke vanished.

For a moment, I felt relief— finally, I would no longer have to torment him.

That relief was short-lived.

Three years later, he returned— as none other than the Emperor of the Empire.

In truth, Locke had been the legitimate heir who was believed to have died as a sacrifice in a palace revolt.

“By His Imperial Majesty’s command, from this moment, all titles held by House Hestian are stripped. The atrocities committed have far exceeded what can be tolerated, and the family line shall be permanently erased from the noble registry.”

The moment the envoy finished speaking, my mother collapsed.

My father called me the disgrace of the family and took his own life on the spot.

My eldest brother, who had blinded one of Locke’s eyes, was beheaded then and there, and the rest of my household became imperial slaves. My sister, Ciel, had already left home to pursue archaeology and severed contact early— thus escaping misfortune.

I was dragged to the palace and forced to my knees before Locke— no, Emperor Varzelon, now maddened by power.

“Seeing you like this is rather novel. Well, Cedric? Do you share my thoughts as well?”

“I- I was wrong. I didn’t mean to— I mean, what happened was— aaagh!”

A large hand seized my hair, and I was dragged like hunted prey. That day, I learned how a human could be stripped to the lowest depths and trampled.

He had become more than a tyrant; a mad hound. Quite literally, he turned into a beast— and killed me brutally.

❖ ❖ ❖

“You— you insane scenario! I did everything you told me, and I still— huh?”

I woke shouting in frustration at my unjust death, only to find myself lying atop an ornate bed.

‘What?’

It wasn’t the room I died in.

It was a room I recognized— Cedric’s bedroom, the one I first awoke in after coming to this world. How could this be?

As I sat there dazed, the unwelcome system window returned.

[Scenario: This world is the Omegaverse novel The Emperor’s Mistress. You have transmigrated into the role of the Alpha-omega Cedric Allure Hestian.]

[Scenario: Cedric Allure Hestian is a minor antagonist destined to die nine chapters later. To extend your lifespan, faithfully perform your assigned role and earn Life Points.]

The same system from the moment I transmigrated.

I had no idea what this novel wanted me to do. But I couldn’t simply give up. Somehow— for whatever reason— I had been revived. Which meant I still had a chance to survive.

This time, I would enjoy noble life and survive in triumph.

Come at me, world!

❖ ❖ ❖

“Cough.”

Spewing a basin’s worth of blood, I awoke upon a luxurious king-size bed, just like before.

Knock, knock. A timid knock sounded, and an attendant cautiously entered— only to freeze wide-eyed like a startled rabbit. Even before adulthood, he already had the face of a perfectly sculpted beauty.

Locke.

It begins.

I ran a hand roughly through my hair. From the moment I woke to Locke’s entrance— the scene matched the previous timeline perfectly. Which meant the system screen that had so kindly guided me to a dog’s death would soon appear—

[Mission: Throw a glass at your attendant Locke and verbally abuse him. Select one of the preset lines:

1. “You worthless trash! Why are you staring blankly?”

2. “Get out at once! Who gave you permission to enter?”]

As expected.

I remembered the first choices vividly— trauma does that.

Sigh.

I glanced to the upper right. Only one heart remained.

‘Do I die immediately by refusing to throw the glass, or throw it and die in a few years?’

Having lived this life once already, I knew exactly how it would end if I tormented Locke again. The scenario had lied, striking me down the moment I fulfilled it.

Never again. I could not blindly follow the mission. But if I didn’t, with only one heart left, I would die before doing anything at all.

What to do? My fist clenched.

Was there truly no loophole? Even a trick?

Think. THINK.

[Mission: Throw a glass at your attendant Locke and verbally abuse him. Select one of the preset lines.]

Before I could fully plan, the cursed prompt blinked rapidly, urging me to choose.

After deceiving me and guiding me to death, it had the gall to return and push me again.

Tch.

“I knocked several times but heard no response, so I—I apologize. I will leave immediately.”

Locke must have misunderstood my clicking tongue, for he bowed in flustered panic and began to back away.

The system window flashed faster— likely because the protagonist was about to exit the scene designated for the mission. Without the target, the mission could not be executed.

‘Which means, if the door closes, the mission fails— and then I…’

I had already died once and miraculously returned, but who was to say I would be revived again? I might truly die this time.

Fear surged anew.

We were in the early stages; perhaps one instance of hostility was still survivable.

Jaw set, I reached for the glass beside me.

Throwing it wouldn’t kill me immediately. If I could just secure one more heart…

‘Sorry, Locke. I swear I’ll repay you for this someday!’

Decision made, I gripped the glass tightly. As the door was about to close, I hurled it toward him—

And then—

“Cough!”

Why now?!

The glass slipped as blood rose again, flying in a ridiculous arc toward the ceiling. Ruined. My vision spun.

Locke flinched, then darted back with surprising agility and caught the glass mid-air. Wide-eyed, he stared at me.

At that moment, the heart icon began blinking.

Mission failure— the heart would vanish. Was this it? Was I really going to die without clearing even a single scene in this new life?

‘What kind of miserable life is this…’

All I wanted was to live peacefully once— to eat without worrying about tomorrow, to rest in the warm embrace of a loving family.

Instead, I ended up in another world, supposedly free from financial worry and surrounded by kind parents— only to be told I was terminal. Then told to follow a scenario. I obeyed, brutally, only to be discarded.

A small wish— yet even that was too much for me.

“Hic.”

Tears spilled down. They fell like raindrops onto the blood-stained sheets.

“If you are in great pain, I will increase the dosage of your medication. Or shall I summon a physician?”

Locke asked carefully.

What use was a physician when death was moments away?

“Huuuwaaah!”

I wept bitterly, bracing for the agony I knew so well.

Locke remained frozen at the door, unable to approach, yet unable to leave.

But… something felt off.

‘What?’

Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I lifted my head.

Quite some time seemed to have passed, yet nothing happened. No pain, no suffocation.

I blinked through tears.

‘Huh. Why am I not dying?’