Everyone in the Script Gets a Bad Ending Except Me, the Villain

After dying suddenly, I was swept into a deadly game called “Judgment of Fate.” Everyone here receives a detailed “death script” describing how they will die, and only one of the scripts is false. To stay alive, you have to convince everyone that you’re doomed.

While the others performed in despair, I, a web-novel editor, looked at the blank script in my hands and smiled.

I was the only “variable.”

I could see the “threads of causality” connecting everyone to the cause of their deaths. To survive, I put my professional skills to work: making things up. Make it convincing, make it deadly! I became the perfect “accomplice,” eagerly helping people eliminate their “death threats” while actually adding the final patch to their scripts; I kindly warned my companions to avoid “fatal traps” while actually leading them straight to their real doom.

They all called me a useless fool who held everyone back. Little did they know that once everyone’s deaths were seamless, I, the “flawless” survivor, would be the one who deserved to die most.

They act out their deaths. I create them.