After realizing I was merely a supporting character in a novel, I immediately faked my death.

**Chapter 1**

"Mr. Blake, the contract is signed. As agreed, we will arrange a simulated death service for you in seventeen days."

In the reception room, the staff handed me the freshly drafted paper contract. I took it, flipped through it casually, and confirmed with them again, "Will the body for the fake death resemble me?"

The staff member offered a confident smile and solemnly assured me, "Don't worry, sir. The body is custom-made to your exact measurements. No one will ever suspect a thing."