Unfinished draft of a deceptive blurb:
After I transmigrate into a book, I become the great villain, one step away from the throne.
They said all a villain had to do was stomp his foot and talented people would flock to him, letting him crush everyone in his path and lose only to the male lead. So why do I have to compete with chickens to get up early, with dogs to stay up late, study every classic under the sun as well as astronomy and geography, and even listen to a fraud spout nonsense about astrology? This isn't the life I wanted!
On day number x of coveting the throne, I trampled the male lead underfoot. As long as I am here, you can only ever be a prince!
