Do Your Own Revolution Chapter 0 - #000

“Huff… huff…!”

Two shadows were running down an old alley.

Their trench coats, berets, and brass wing-shaped magical engravings indicated they were members of the revolutionary army.

“Where… How on earth did the plan leak?!”

It had been a perfect plan.

They were supposed to stage simultaneous uprisings in the outskirts of the capital to disperse the Imperial Army, and during that time, their infiltration team would take care of the Emperor.

The security was lax, and there weren’t any mages guarding – all they had to do was pull the trigger.

But in an instant, all their plans went awry.

Bang-!

“Gah?!”

A bullet pierced through one of the shadows as it cut through the air.

A magic bullet infused with magical power.

The fallen comrade was screaming while clutching his ankle.

It was remarkable accuracy.

To hit an ankle precisely from hundreds of meters away.

“G-go ahead! I’m done for!”

“Don’t be ridiculous! How could I throw away a comrade who shared our great cause like an old shoe…!”

“You should have thrown him away like an old shoe.”

While they hesitated for a moment arguing, a voice emerged from the dark shadows.

“After all, at least one of you should survive to plan for the future, right?”

It was a languid voice.

A casual tone as if out for a stroll.

However, when they realized who the voice belonged to, the revolutionaries’ faces turned deathly pale.

“Eugene… Lorentz…!”

The moment that name was called, chains appeared from magical circles that materialized in the air.

Clash-!

“Ugh?!”

Magical chains bound both his arms.

For his fallen comrade, they were wrapped around his neck instead of his arms.

Shame crossed both their faces as the revolutionary fighters, meant to liberate the Empire, were bound like slaves.

“Why… Why are you siding with them! Eugene!”

As he shouted as if spitting blood, a man walked out from the darkness.

The Imperial Special Magic Forces uniform, a pistol in one hand, and the tremendous magical power swirling around him.

All the various titles used to describe this man flashed through their minds.

The Great Hero of the Western Front.

The Emperor’s Spearhead.

The Empire’s Hound.

The Demon of Magic Bullets.

And finally, the Natural Enemy of the Revolutionary Army.

“Weren’t you also a poor man like us! A refugee! So why… why…!”

“Why did I side with the Emperor instead of you guys?”

Eugene pressed the gun muzzle against the man’s face.

His eyes were cold as he looked at the terrified man.

“It’s simple. This game’s ending is getting betrayed while doing the revolution with you guys.”

“…What?”

It was incomprehensible.

Game? Ending? What was he talking about?

But Eugene hadn’t really expected an answer to those words either.

Bang-!

The magic bullet struck the man’s face.

It was a non-lethal impact round rather than a penetrating bullet.

This guy will have lots of information to extract.

Eugene thought as he watched the man lose consciousness and collapse.

“Do your own revolution.”

Eugene put a cigarette in his mouth and spoke to the air.

“I’ll sell you out and live well on my own.”

Since falling into this damned game world, that had been his one and only goal from start to finish.