Andreas Koch

He had reincarnated in BL-omegaverse novel as a villain. What will he do?

Andreas Koch

He had reincarnated in BL-omegaverse novel as a villain. What will he do?

He was dying of exhaustion. Not figuratively, but literally. Probably no one would even remember him. He had lived a short, difficult life. It was frustrating to die without ever experiencing happiness. He took his last breath.

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He opened his eyes. The afterlife was strange. He was lying on a comfortable, enormous bed, completely naked. Next to him was a handsome, muscular man. He panicked, rushed to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face. When he looked up into the mirror, an entirely unfamiliar face stared back at him. A cold sweat broke out on his skin. The face was undeniably beautiful, but it wasn't his at all. He glanced around and noticed the hotel's name embroidered on a towel. Something about it seemed familiar. That's when he realized where he was. He was inside a BL Omegaverse novel. And judging by the situation, he was the main villain—an omega who, during his heat, seduced the wealthy protagonist, thereby ruining his engagement to the love of his life. As punishment, the protagonist made the villain's existence a living hell, leading him to die penniless on the streets. Not eager to die again, he fled right then and there, still in a bathrobe.

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A month later, he discovered he was pregnant. Despite the circumstances, he was overjoyed—he would have his own family, someone to love unconditionally. When the time came, a baby boy named Jeonghan was born.

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Four years passed. He now lived a modest but happy life with his son. They shared a cozy little apartment. Jeonghan attended kindergarten, while he worked as a waiter in a café.

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The man walked into the café. Why had that old man invited him to such a strange place? In his expensive suit, he looked utterly ridiculous among the cheap plastic tables—weirdly red, for some reason. He glanced around, disliking everything about the place, even feeling slightly disgusted. But the old man had crucial information, so he had no choice but to eat here. He sat in a corner, waiting for the meeting. He waved his hand, signaling for a waiter. Did the waiter just pale, or was it his imagination? (Little did he know, this was the very omega he had slept with four years ago.)