When George died, his life didn't flash before his eyes. He only saw snippets, portions, and bites; some were his mother screaming for him to wake up; sometimes it was phone calls with his father or fights with his younger brother; but what he remembered most vividly was Heather telling him all about the book she was writing.

Maurice Feather, the protagonist, was blessed with a handsome face, and that's where his good fortune ended: his father died in a factory accident, his mother committed suicide a few months later, he struggled to survive since the age of 10, and only managed to sleep under a roof after the owner of the shop he worked at allowed him to sleep there.

In the first arc, Hailey Whistles, the shop owner's daughter and the female lead, taught him violin and helped him get a scholarship to the music academy with her.

The second arc was when Scott Willows, the main villain, was first introduced. He was a teacher at the academy and a thorn in Maurice's side. By carrying out extensive plots to sabotage all Maurice's attempts at a better life, our trusty mainman managed to emerge victorious as the top of his class.

The next arc was Maurice's fall from grace. Scott turned to sabotaging his relationships, which culminated in him falling out with the female lead and losing his scholarship over a fight that was arranged by good old Scott.

The upcoming arcs involve him rebuilding his career as an artist and trying to rekindle his relationship with Hailey, who became a famous composer, which he does manage to do after trials and tribulations. They even get married and have a daughter and a son on the way.

But when Scott hears of this happy family, he decides to murder Hailey while getting checked at the hospital.

And this is where Heather stopped writing; she wasn't sure if she wanted Maurice to murder Scott in a vengeful rage, kill Scott in a failed attempt to kill Maurice, or both. her reason for the latter option? Maurice was too soft-hearted to desiccate a corpse, but she wanted Scott's death to leave him an ugly corpse, and corrupting the protagonist was tempting too.

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He tried to argue that Scott's motivations were too mundaine for his extreme actions, but she insisted that she didn't want to write a hypothetical villain, and the more absurd his motivations are, the more loathsome he is, and that's where the debate ended.

Back to the present: when he opened his eyes, he saw a maid attending to his bedside.

"Young master, you've woken up." She bowed slightly. "Would you like me to help you change?"

The offer angered him for some reason.

"No, I would not like you to dress me; I'm perfectly capable," he said with poison in his voice. "Madam, do you know my name?"

"Scott Willows." Of course! This was the punchline to the joke that was his life.

"Now, go get me my breakfast." He ordered, making sure to maintain his calm tone. "And maid, take your time."

When the maid left, he went straight to the bathroom to find a mirror. The man in the reflection was a handsome yet skinny guy with sharp black hair and black hair that reashed his sholders.

On the mirror, he saw a red light flashing from the bedroom. He ran to it and saw a wooden doll that had a red flashing light coming out of its eyes.

The doll jumped down from the shelf and began to clap slowly. "wow! You truly are the man for the job!"

"that job being?"

"being the worst king of villains there can ever be!" The doll raised its arms in excitement and began to laugh. "Heather is facing problems getting her book published, so she's decided to make the story even more tragic."

Wasn't the story's problem that the villain was too unbelievably awful? Whatever, Heather's the writer, and she'll face the consequences, not him. But wait...

"Heather has finished her book." He asked in shock, and the doll only nodded. "For how long were I dead?"

"Hmmm," the doll said, raising its head and tapping its nose like a child in deep thought, then beginning to count on its little fingers. "three years!"

"Three yours? How come I didn't reincarnate sooner?"

"It's because of Heather!" The doll pointed up like it had a great idea. "She didn't accept your death, and because of that, your soul has lingered on and now resides in her imagination."

Heather puts all her energy into her work, so if he helps her finish this book, she'll be able to move on, and he will be able to reincarnate. At least that's what he hoped for.

He looked for the doll and found it offering its hand. "What do you think, George?"

"I think we have a deal." He took its hand and tried to shake it, but it was so light that he ended up lifting it.

"We have a long way to go."