Is this still Earth?

Night.

Bright moonlight draped the forest in a thin veil of silver, and in the stillness, the occasional rustle of animals could be heard as they moved about.

Inside an unknown cave, a faint smell of blood seeped out from within, drawing the greedy gaze of carnivores that caught the scent.

But as if instinctively fearing something, even though hunger had their mouths watering uncontrollably, they wisely chose to linger outside the cave instead of entering.

The cave wasn’t completely dark—there was a circular opening at the top, allowing the moon to peek in and cast its light inside.

“Drip… drip…”

The sound of drops hitting the ground echoed.

Under the moonlight, one could see that the liquid dripping down was red.

That’s right.

It was blood.

And it belonged to a human.

A headless body lay quietly inside the cave.

Blood splattered across the surrounding walls, with some even reaching high spots.

Over time, as water dripped from the cave ceiling, it mixed with the blood and fell drop by drop to the ground.

At this moment, a severed head lay face-up toward the opening, bathed in the bright moonlight.

It was a corpse that had only recently died, in an extremely remote location, a place where no one might find it for a long time.

Its fate would be nothing more than for the flesh to rot away and turn into bare bones.

However…

“!”

The tightly shut eyes of the head snapped open.

Its eyes darted around frantically, scanning the surroundings, before finally letting out a loud shout.

“What the hell! Where the f*** am I? Is this even Earth?!”

The young man’s name was Su Mo, an utterly ordinary person.

He remembered being recommended by a friend to try a game called [Feng Aotian Reborn: This Life, I’ll Slap Every Enemy in the Face].

Never mind that the title sounded like it came from a third-rate studio making a fourth-rate game.

That online friend claimed it was a yuri game their studio was developing for female players, not yet released, and asked Su Mo—the gaming expert—to test it and give feedback.

Thinking “well, it’s free, so why not,” Su Mo agreed.

After playing for a while, Su Mo felt the villain character, Noah Brandt, was a total clown—and extremely dumb.

He told them to polish the character because it didn’t make sense for the protagonist to feel human while everyone else acted like NPC robots.

After countless revisions and back-and-forth like a client nagging a contractor, Su Mo finally said:

“Why don’t you just delete him? He’s useless anyway.”

That comment pushed his friend over the edge.

“Oh, so that’s how you want to play? After all these revisions, you’re telling me to delete him? You mother—playing games with me, huh?”

Su Mo replied:

“See? You’re getting mad.

I’m just saying, you’ve stacked so many settings on him, and it still doesn’t feel right. So why not just scrap him instead of wasting more time?”

There was silence on the other end, and then the friend spoke in a chillingly calm tone:

“If you think nothing works, then go in there and fix it yourself.”

Before Su Mo could make sense of that, the toilet he was sitting on exploded.

“Holy sh**! I don’t wanna die like Old Eight!”

That was the last thing he said before losing consciousness.

When he woke again, the surroundings had changed—it wasn’t a hospital ceiling, nor a funeral home ceiling.

It was an unfamiliar place that looked like a cave.

So Su Mo couldn’t help shouting out loud.

And as soon as the words left his mouth, a rush of unfamiliar memories poured into his head, helping him piece together his situation.

He was Su Mo.

No.

Now he was Noah Brandt—a fallen noble of the Augilis Kingdom, childhood friend of the second princess.

But that wasn’t the point.

The key was that Su Mo knew this name well.

It was the same idiot villain he had wanted deleted from the game.

And the moment he crossed over?

It was the exact point where Noah made his move against Feng Aotian, got obliterated, and had his head chopped off, leaving his body in this cave.

Honestly, Noah had it coming—he got jealous because the heroine was close to his childhood friend, kept scheming against her, and finally tried to lure her here to kill her.

Getting killed in return was well-deserved.

At least, that’s what Su Mo thought when he was a player.

But now? He was Noah.

And what he couldn’t accept was—

“Who the hell transmigrates straight into the bad ending?! I’ve already hit the Game Over screen the moment I arrived! How am I supposed to change fate now?!”

Other people transmigrate as villains before they’ve completely fallen out with the heroine.

But him?

He skipped the middle entirely and spawned right at the ending.

“Wait… something’s off.”

His anger earlier kept him from noticing, but now that he calmed down, he realized what didn’t add up.

“This scene… Noah was supposed to be decapitated, right? So I’m just a severed head now? Then why the hell am I conscious?”

As far as Su Mo remembered, Noah never had a “survive decapitation” feature.

And if his head was alive… then where was his body?

With that thought, Su Mo strained his eyes to look around.

Finally, not far away, he saw something moving.

Being just a head, Su Mo couldn’t move himself, so he stared as hard as he could—until his eyes almost popped out.

Then he saw it clearly.

“…”

It was his body.

And it was dancing.

From the familiar moves, Su Mo instantly recognized the dance—it was doing Gangnam Style.

Seeing this, Su Mo fell silent.

Who can understand this? The head’s lying here like a dead man, while the body’s out there cosplaying PSY.

But honestly, Su Mo had to admit—the body was pretty good at it. It had the talent of an idol trainee with two and a half years of experience.

“No, no! What the hell am I thinking?! Is this the time to admire dance moves? And why the hell is my body acting all cheerful like it’s celebrating its own death?!”

…

I transmigrated.

Into a villain young master who had just been beheaded by a Mary Sue protagonist.

And now, the moment I open my eyes, I can clearly see my body over there dancing Gangnam Style.

All I can do is watch, because I’m just a head—completely powerless.

Pitiful.

Weak.

Helpless.

—Su Mo.