Prologue
Choi Yoo-jun. Age twenty-three, proudly finished with military service. I'd been isekai'd into a novel I'd been devouring for fun. Its title was Happy Ending Found in Evil.
A romance fantasy of the sort they call a "depraved tale"—the kind that revels in ruin and despair.
Did I possess the male lead? No.
I'd taken over the body of the Magic Department's Vice Minister—a total nobody with zero connection to those protagonists.
For three years after possessing this world, I'd watched the main characters from the sidelines, staying far outside the novel's core storyline.
I figured if things played out to the ending as written, I'd get to return to my original world.
When I finally witnessed the hero and heroine tying the knot right before my eyes, I nearly teared up.
I thought that was it—I'd go back any moment now.
"This person's disposition is henceforth under the Vice Minister's charge."
And there she was: the villainess herself, standing right in front of me.
Stark naked, no less.
Why the hell can't I go back?