Genius of a Performing Arts High - Chapter 11.2 - Act 11: Slowly 2

In the previous life, she was a swindling charlatan who had neither learning nor skills and was beaten to death.

Upon opening her eyes again, she had returned to when she was five years old. An impact from a clay Buddha opened her divine eyes, gave her photographic memory, astonishing talent, ability to view another’s past, able to sever the ties of disaster and fortune of life and death, a heaven defying rejuvenation technique, and a technique to recognize treasures.

In the last life, her family became ruined and she ended up a homeless wanderer.

In this life, she will defy heaven to change her fate and take back her happiness.

In the last life, she had nothing, had no education nor skills, was despised by others, and was looked at with indifference.

In this life, she exerts herself to become a real master of metaphysics, stands in the summit of the world, became a legend in the business world, sought after in the political circle, and a VIP of the underworld……

Those who owe her, all will be given one’s due!

He, like a deity who shows disdain for the world not only treats her with familiarity but also guards her like a loyal dog.

Her life became an unprecedented and unique existence.

- Description from Novelupdates

The protagonist is reborn in the world of the game he loved so much – [Dungeon Brave Souls]. However, he was reborn not as a hero who adventures with the heroine while flirting with her, but as a villain who steals the heroine and drives the world to extinction.

Why in the world should he be reborn as a villain who ruined his favorite game? The protagonist is in despair, but he still decides to live his second life freely, using his knowledge of the game. However, the reality is not as good as he expected. Events that should not have happened in the game, scenario changes happen one after another…!

The villainous character crushes both the demon king and the heroes. A heroic tale of evil supremacy!

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…