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I played Academy Hearts because it got views. Not because I liked it. Overdesigned NPCs, cringey romance routes, a world so sanitized it felt fake. But I streamed it anyway—because that’s what the algorithm loved. Now? I’ve woken up inside it. Not as the protagonist. Not even the main villain. I''''m Lucien Vale—just a minor character slated to go insane halfway through the second act and die offscreen. No special bloodline. No chosen-one power. Just a "monster tamer" class everyone ignores and a crafting system meant for flavor, not combat. But I know this world inside and out. I know how it ends. And I don’t plan to follow the script. Let the golden hero chase his destiny. Let the villains monologue about fate. I’ll be in the shadows—taming monsters, crafting weapons they don’t know exist, rewriting the food chain. I’ll tear apart their balance and rebuild it with my rules. I''''m not here to save the world. I’m here to survive it—and maybe burn it down while I’m at it.