Alright, listen up.
This isn't your average opening chapter.
This isn't some author trying to write flowery prose about stars aligning, destiny unfolding, or the heavens weeping at the birth of a chosen one. No. This is me—yes, me—taking control of this book before Art_Logging writes me into another embroidery lesson.
Oh, you thought this story was about a soft, innocent protagonist discovering power with wide eyes and a pure heart?
Sorry. Wrong novel.
I'm the main character. And I'm hijacking this page.
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Now, where were we? Right. Me.
You might've heard some rumors.
"He's just another isekai guy."
"He's got four fiancées and a sarcastic brain."
"Wasn't he the guy who got rejected by a literal system?"
All true.
Except the last part. That system was defective. I did not get rejected. It ghosted me. Huge difference. (And I'm in therapy about it, thank you.)
Anyway, let's get some things straight. This story? This whole "Yes, I Was Reborn. No, I Don't Want a Harem. Stop Looking at Me Like That" thing?
Yeah, that title was not my idea.
That was Art_Logging. The writer. The type who once tried to write a tragic romance and got rejected harder than I did by my system. True story.
So now, he's decided to let me run things. Or maybe I stole the keyboard. Same result.
And if you're here for an emotionally complex, intricately woven tale of loss, redemption, and moral dilemma?
You're still in the right place.
But it'll come with explosions.
And pastries.
And nobles doing backflips over canceled engagements.
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Let me give you a quick tour before we get back to the baby-form embarrassment and harem chaos:
I was killed by the very person I saved. (Yes. Betrayal. I know.)
Reborn into a noble house where the family thinks I'm the chosen reincarnation of a legendary hero. (I just wanted a nap, honestly.)
Engaged to four noble girls I've never met. (Apparently due to some great-grandma drunken oaths. Thanks, granny.)
I have a passive-aggressive internal voice, which is, well... me. Just more judgmental.
I'm handsome. Don't argue. That's canon.
So buckle up, dear reader.
Because this isn't a story where the hero quietly grows strong in a cave and returns 300 chapters later with enlightenment.
This is a story where the hero kicks open the cave door, accidentally sets the library on fire, and still gets blamed for the kingdom's pastry shortage.
This is my book now.
Enjoy the ride.
Signed: The Main Character (CEO of Regret, , Duke of I Did Not Sign Up for This)