I, Duke, was born a man, and like anyone else, aspired to become the ultimate boss—one that everyone dreams of at least once.
The very embodiment of an overwhelming despair that stands against the protagonist, and at the same time, the kind of ideal that they must eventually overcome.
The beginning of this dream wasn’t particularly important.
What mattered was that I possessed knowledge, determination, and the minimal talent necessary to achieve it.
However, after 30 years of training, I realized a deeply disheartening fact.
The world I had been reincarnated into was one inhabited by a mistaken protagonist.
This world was no longer my private playground, and I could no longer be the sole dominant figure.
But upon reflection, a crisis was also an opportunity.
“If you can’t beat them, join them.”
I transitioned into being the ultimate boss beside the mistaken protagonist.
I became his first ally, his closest confidant, his embodiment of strength, absolutely invincible, wicked to the core…
Or something along those lines.
A near-perfect, absolutely evil second-in-command, more or less.
Of course, there were a few issues.
– “Hmm? Is that region in a deadlock? Meh. Just throw Tactical Duke at it and it’ll work out somehow.”
– “Duke! If only you weren’t around, the position as the Emperor’s right-hand would be mine! Draw your sword now!”
– “Lord Duke only gets four hours of sleep because he’s on duty and wakes up at dawn? And even then, he stands while sleeping…?”
I didn’t know the position of second-in-command was this intense.
Still…
“Hehe. This is fun. Gotta level up my alternate characters again.”
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to quit this cycle.
