My Beautiful Disciples, I'm really not the Main Character!

Fey was still conscious, but pain had already overwhelmed him to the point that his body was still trembling.

His clothes were stained red in blood but there was not a single wound left on his body anymore. All his wounds had been healed. Despite that, he couldn't move. Just the thought of the horror he went through was enough to make him wish for death.

"I will handle the rest. You can leave," Eren told the Wind Tower Master.

The Wind Tower Master looked at the person who used to be her son, her motherly instincts unable to come to terms with the fact that her son had long been dead.

"Can you..." she tried speaking, slightly hesitant.

"I will leave his body intact. Even though your son is dead, he will deserve a proper burial," Eren told the Wind Tower Master before she could even finish her sentence.

He didn't have a son of his own, but he was able to understand the feelings of the woman. She had punished the person that killed her child, but this body still belonged to him.

She still blamed herself for not being able to protect her son. She didn't even know that her son was killed and possessed. As a mother, she believed that she had failed. Still, she wanted to perform the last duties as a mother.

After getting confirmation from Eren, the Wind Tower Master nodded. She looked at Fey one last time before entering the portal and going back to the Eastern Continent with Felona.

"Now, shall we get started with you?" Eren smiled at Fey with great interest.

Even though Fey couldn't move, his body was still under the trauma, his eyes unable to hide the hostility towards Eren.

If it wasn't for Eren, he would have lived an entirely different life. He might have already become an Overlord of this world. Everything had fallen apart for him, all because of this one person.

"I didn't have any enmity with you. I didn't target you first either. So why?" he asked Eren, his voice still trembling.

Even his vocal cords proved to be under too much stress just to speak those few sentences.

He didn't understand why Eren was after him. There were more Transmigrators in this world. So why only him? Why didn't this man target anyone else? Just what was his problem with him?

"No enmity?" Eren placed his finger under Fey's chin, raising his head slightly. "You kidnapped my future wife. How can you say that we had no enmity?"

"Future... wife...?" Fey stuttered, unable to comprehend. The only person he kidnapped when he was targeted by Eren was the Eastern Overlords.

The moment he came to a realization, his pupils dilated. "It was-"

"Honestly, I didn't even know about your existence before. You entered my domain, making me come for you. In this entire debacle, I find myself quite innocent. Don't you think so?" he asked, cutting Fey's sentence in the middle.

His hand transformed into a Dragon's claw, a sharp nail slowly tracing down Fey's neck. Just a little push and he could kill.

"R-right! It was my fault!" Fey gulped heavily, feeling the nail that was as sharp as a blade.

"If it is your fault, don't you think you deserve a punishment?" Eren's claws stopped near Fey's chest while he looked straight in the fearful eyes of the young man.

"I can help you! I was wrong! I shouldn't have messed with you! Don't kill me!" Fey's breathing fastened. He didn't even know how to save himself.

Eren alone was strong enough to kill him, but he also had the help of others. There were only two ways for him to survive.

He could either make Eren side with him, or he could delay things until Anya and Leo returned. In both cases, he needed to use his words to convince Eren.

"The other Transmigrators are your enemies. I might be the weakest of them all. You defeated me, but you might not be able to defeat them! I can help you! I can be your servant, help you reach absolute supremacy!'

"My abilities can help you enslave even the strongest people, who would serve you. I can also increase the lifespan of your treasures! You will never regret accepting my help!"

The more he spoke, the stronger his conviction became. This was his chance, and he had to prove his worth to Eren. As for later, he could always reconsider his allegiance, but for now, survival was the top priority.

"What you say does make sense," Eren nodded, his expression unreadable.

Fey felt a glimmer of hope as Eren's words brought a trembling smile to his lips. But that hope was short-lived as a sharp pain suddenly pierced his chest.

Disbelief spread across his face as he looked down to see Eren's clawed hand inside his chest.

Eren calmly pulled out Fey's beating heart, his eyes scary calm.

"The first rule of being a villain: talking too much can lead to death," he said, his voice filled with a chilling calm.

Even though he didn't consider himself a Villain, he also didn't want to make the same obvious mistakes when Fey's true intentions were so clear.

As Fey's body fell back, his blood staining the rubble around him, he could only watch the blue sky grow darker until he couldn't see anything.

He lost all feelings within his body. He couldn't even feel the pain anymore. All he felt was regret.

He didn't regret dying. He regretted wasting this life, living in a fool's paradise.

An unwilling smile spread across his lips as this scene was exactly what he had seen in the glimpse of death. He had tried to change the future, but in the end, the future had changed him.

Even he couldn't go against the fate that had been decided for him.

He was a transmigrator but he wasn't the main character. In his death, he realized that it wasn't the world that was the stepping stone for him. Instead, he was a stepping stone for someone who was possibly the true main character.