Jinhyuk is a person who likes to immerse himself in the role of the Villains but there is one villain which he particularly hates, Reed Adeleheights Roton, the false final boss of the game. The one who created the Seven Disasters. The one who due to his inferiority complex led to his own doom. The one who turned a cute innocent girl into the monstrous First Disaster codenamed Cosmo. “If I was the Villain then I would have raised her a little better.” And thus God granted his wish and now he was the false final Villain Reed Adeleheights Roton, the creator of the Seven Disasters. How different would the world turn out to be now?

“Why is this happening…?” Mia Luna Tearmoon, Princess of the Tearmoon Empire, muttered to herself as she stood shackled on the execution platform. The faces of the spectators surrounding her were, without exception, filled with indignation. Before long, Mia was executed at the hands of the revolutionists, who were fed up with the heavy taxation. But the next moment, she unexpectedly found herself lying on her bed. It was eight years ago, when she was just a mere kid. For a while, Mia even wondered if she was hallucinating. However, what appeared on her bedside table was a bloodstained diary that she had written herself. That day, Mia’s screams could be heard echoing throughout the palace. Mia was not a vicious person by nature. She was simply incapable of understanding the pain and hunger of others, and by the time she discovered it, it was already too late to do anything. After she regressed back to her childhood, Mia struggled hard to trace back the events of the past with the help of her blood-stained diary and memories. Was it to save the future of a declining empire? Was it to save the soldiers who died in the civil war? Was it to save the people from famine? No, she had only one goal. To avert her fate of facing the guillotine (execution)!

I was forced to live in captivity for the rest of my life because I happened to be aware of the fact that I was a saint. I was truly a ‘real’ saint, but that didn’t matter, because there was already a designated saint in the temple. When I died from all the abuse I endured, I was sent back to a time before all those previous events in my life had happened. After 15 regressions, I was exhausted. I prayed, “I don’t want anything to do with this, so please just let me die,” And at that moment when I could finally be able to die, someone said, “How about being my daughter?” …. That monstrous duke had adopted me.