Hello, Scumbag Savior

In Ivel's memory, his favorite fairy tale was undoubtedly Harry Potter, because it was imperfect.

Didn't all those expendable characters die in the stupidest ways? Dying for someone else? Give me a break.

Ivel actually felt sorry for Voldemort. What a fine leader he could have been. He was always thinking that if he were Voldemort, he'd have someone kill that damn Chosen One in his first year.

Yes, he thought, if he were Voldemort...

Well, now that he'd transmigrated into the Chosen One, he didn't expect Satan to give him another chance to choose.

But since he was Harry Potter, Voldemort, you can rest easy and die. And you expendable characters, you can rest easy and die for the Chosen One.

By Ivel's principles, expendable characters weren't worth pitying, and anyone around him could be used.

Those people were going to die in the end anyway, weren't they? If they could make even a tiny contribution to the Chosen One before they died, then at least their deaths would have served a purpose.

By Ivel's principles, if you can't stand something, destroy it. So, Hogwarts, you'd better not do anything he can't stand.

What? You want to know why he thinks this way?

Because Ivel Lostrean is a scumbag...

But when everything returns to its proper place, and he is no longer the Chosen One, where will his life take him...

P.S. This story may be a little dark. A friendly warning: the protagonist is a scumbag, a total psycho, a madman with no sense of right and wrong who turns truth on its head. If you feel uncomfortable while reading, please quickly click the red X in the upper-right corner. Thank you!

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