The Genius and Calamity of the Villainous Noble: A Brilliant Prodigy Unaware of Their Reincarnation as the Game's Antagonist Defies the Scenario and Dominates with Talent and Hard Work - Chapter 00

I set foot in the damp, oppressive basement, where the suffocating humidity left no room for any thought other than sheer discomfort. My brows furrowed deeply.

“What the hell… It’s really this bad?”

Disgust.

…Had I still been my sixteen-year-old self, I might have let that disgust boil over, vomiting on the spot.

“What should I do?”

But now, as my three-year-old self, there was no disgust, no discomfort, no anger—nothing. I simply recognized the situation for what it was and calmly considered what needed to be done.

“Please… just kill me…”

A faint, trembling voice.

“Hm? Oh… sure.”

Turning my attention toward the source of the voice, I moved my arm, casting a spell.
A gust of wind swirled through the room, and with it, a single head fell cleanly to the floor.

“Rest in peace.”

The head rolled toward my feet.
Reaching out, I gently closed the eyelids of the girl whose face was adorned with a peaceful smile, even in death.

“Well then… I’ve seen what I needed to see. My doubts are cleared.”

Before me lay a scene so grotesque that any other person would have vomited, burned with fury, or both. But I felt no such emotions.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm.”

Humming quietly, I left the hidden basement behind and ascended back to the mansion above.

“I wonder what’s for dinner tonight.”

No disgust. No discomfort. No anger.

But within me, there was a faint sense of justice.

A sense of justice strong enough to reject the state of affairs before me.
It was that sense of justice that drove me to start weaving a plan, plotting for the day I would bring this to an end.

Once again, the basement was sealed off, cut off entirely from the outside world.

The air reeked of death, and an oppressive silence settled over the room.

Blood. Corpses. Remnants.

What remained were the broken bodies of those whose dignity as human beings had been utterly destroyed.
Every woman’s corpse was stripped bare, hung from the ceiling, strewn across the floor, or plastered against the walls.
Their bodies bore countless wounds, marked with the remnants of grotesque torture. Entrails and eyeballs were carelessly scattered across the ground.

But this was not the worst of it.

The women who had simply been tortured and killed could be considered the fortunate ones.

A baby with three heads cried in anguish, trapped inside a grotesque experimental apparatus, while a headless woman lovingly stroked that same device.

Severed breasts, piled into buckets, rotted and blackened.
A hideous, bloated severed head—its age and gender unidentifiable—grinned as it shoved the decayed flesh into its mouth, laughing with a sickening gurgle.

Arms, severed from their owners, writhed on the ground. They clasped together to form a circle and spun endlessly.

No living beings existed in this place.

The lone survivor, who had fallen into utter despair, had already been granted release.
What remained in this cursed basement were the grotesque results of horrific experiments and the undead abominations born from them.