In a large stadium, a handsome boy was currently seated on a chair within the duelling area, his white hair shining, catching the light.
He was engrossed in his ManaSync.
He could be seen frantically typing something and giggling in between, chatting with someone.
'How can she be so cute even when chatting?' His thoughts were something along this line.
He was Lucien Celestrian.
The original protagonist of the novel.
Once a legendary hero. A destined saviour. A beacon of justice.
But now he had been turned into just a Simp caught in a trap by a witch.
Yes, a witch.
Her name, as you might've guessed, is Seles Draven.
'Man, what am I even doing now, narrating the life of the protagonist?' Alden thought as he quit his silent commentary.
Alden had been dragged by Aziel to watch the match in such a hurry, but for what? The match had not even started.
So, naturally, he'd begun playing a little game—narrating Lucien's downfall in real time.
And right now?
