Time to deal with the bigger problem.
And by "bigger," I mean colossal. The kind of problem I couldn't handle alone—no matter how much I wanted to.
That's why I was moving in the background, pulling strings quietly. Not rewriting the story, just… nudging it in a better direction.
No major changes. Nothing too disruptive.
Well—except for one thing.
I was alive.
Rin Evans, the guy who was supposed to die in the prologue of World's Greatest Hero, was still breathing.
That was already enough of a ripple.
As I mulled over my next move, lost in thoughts tangled between memories of the novel and the reality around me, Ryen turned to me, expression unreadable.
"I have to say, Rin. You're really something. Doing all this for someone who used to bully you?"
I looked at him, then away.
Was I?
I didn't feel like I was doing that much. It wasn't about helping her—not really. It was just… circumstances. Timing. The plotline.
