I came to a simple conclusion.

I’m completely screwed.

After possessing a nameless porter in a typical hero’s tale, survival should have been my only goal.

But something is wrong.

This world… repeats.

Deaths reset. Choices rewind.
And every time, the story changes—just a little.

Because I’m not just an extra.

I am a fragment of the Demon King.
A remnant carrying the memories of a fallen hero.

And now?

I can guide this story.

Twist it. Break it.

Perfect it.

Into the most beautiful tragedy possible.

So I push them forward.

The Hero. The companions. The ones who trust me.

I lead them to despair.
To sacrifice.
To endings that shatter them.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until one day—

They start remembering.

The loops. The deaths.
The truth about me.

And instead of giving up…

They try to save me.