[Beautiful, powerful, and tragic + countless secret identities exposed + coming-of-age story]
I transmigrated into a book as the nameless cannon-fodder younger brother of the genius protagonist.
Since I had the original story's plot in my head, I planned to cling to my brother, a future founding hero, and enjoy a life of lying flat.
Just as I was happily enjoying my carefree days, war broke out.
Amid the chaos, my brother gave me his ticket to the safe rear.
I secretly switched our tickets and turned toward the blood-soaked battlefield.
The "me" in the original story had died young. My brother shouldn't have to bear this suffering.
I thought knowing the plot would let me change my cannon-fodder fate, but instead I endured a three-part nightmare:
My friend died horribly, my benefactor's entire family was wiped out, and the source of my powers, my ability core, was taken from me.
The people at the ability research lab casually tossed me into a mountain of corpses, sneering with contempt: "Lowly people should know their place and accept being trash."
As I lay dying, the future overlord of the enemy nation found me.
He said, "Want revenge? Come with me."
I had no choice. I hated them.
From then on, I became the enemy nation's sharpest blade and most ruthless strategist. I pointed my gun at the people of my homeland, who had once abandoned me, and every plan I offered left them drowning in blood.
After the war, I helped the leader rise from warlord to emperor, and personally built a new system of laws and order.
My shadow fell over every part of the nation's power, from the economy and people's livelihoods to the military and domestic affairs.
My name became an inviolable trump card among the powerful, a source of fear that made every nation tremble.
I was second-in-command, The Outcast, above everyone but one and below no one else.
The forbidden zones expanded, the bizarre ran rampant, and the war was forced to end. For their common interests, the nations formed an alliance once more.
At the negotiating table, I was reunited with my brother.
My brother, whom I had once protected with my life, stared at me in disbelief, eyes red as he begged, "Come back. Come home, please..."
I stood at the pinnacle of power, with a whole new era bowing behind me.
"Brother," I said softly, "where do you expect me to return?"
"To the past, where they treated me as worthless, "
"Or to this present, which I built with my own hands?"
Also known as:
"The Most Miserable Transmigrator in History"
"After My Powers Were Stripped, I Became the Enemy Nation's Second-in-Command"
"Mess With Me and I'll Kill You!"
"Betraying My Country May Be Shameful, But What Does That Have to Do with My Ross?"
"Bro, You've Got the Wrong Guy, Haha"
[Please Read Before Starting]
1. The war setting in this story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is coincidental. The author has limited skill, so readers with very strict expectations for military or political intrigue should read with caution |(￣3￣)|
2. The world includes people with supernatural abilities and the bizarre, though they play a smaller role early on.
3. Beautiful, powerful, and tragic. Don't blame me if you get emotionally wrecked, hehe. The three most heartbreaking moments are already in the synopsis (of course characters die in a war) (looks away guiltily). People really do die, die, die, and die...
4. Almost all the secret identities are exposed. Showing off without revealing them would be pointless. Ura!
5. And finally, bow down at the feet of our Lord Ross's suit trousers! "ψ(`∇´)ψ
Theme: Every act of kindness can bring warmth to someone trapped in an abyss.
