Chapter 11 : Sometimes, nightmares come true

Attribute Cards—in the original work, these were products that would appear once favorability reached a certain level.
They would meticulously record the status of the heroines, thus serving to aid in their capture.

Sheryl’s current state was, without a doubt, just that.

Person she likes: Schiller

Schiller looked at that line of text and couldn’t help but fall into contemplation.

‘You said she likes who?’

‘The pervert she spoke of?’

‘The Schiller who, just the day before yesterday, had actively called for divine retribution?’

‘Or even… the man who forcefully kissed her yesterday?’

‘Is this affinity system broken?’

‘What was all his painstaking planning of the kidnapping for? It was to avoid the ruined ending of being personally killed by Sheryl, and to subtly raise some affinity to survive and watch Yuri. But now, it’s great; the affinity has indeed gone up, but the direction it’s going… has completely deviated from the track and is hurtling towards an unknown abyss!’

‘No, that’s not right! Isn’t this supposed to be a Yuri game? How could she like a man?!’

‘I, I want to watch Yuri, dammit.’

Moreover, excessively high favorability would also lead to major problems…

No, it would be a worldwide problem.

“Ugh…” Schiller groaned due to difficulty breathing.

However, this sound was like a bolt from the blue for Sheryl, who was immersed in her own world.

“!”

Her movements suddenly froze, and her tightly closed eyes instantly snapped open.

Their eyes met.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The sadness in her silvery-gray eyes was instantly replaced by shame. Her pupils contracted violently, clearly reflecting Schiller’s dumbfounded expression.

“Ah…”

“Eek——!!!!” She abruptly sprang away from Schiller, the force of her movement causing her to tumble to the ground.

“You, you, you, you, you faked your death?!” Her voice was sharp, carrying a hint of imperceptible shyness. “You heard everything? Did you hear it!?”

She was probably referring to that tragic confession…

Schiller rubbed his head, displaying a bright smile:

“Uh, I didn’t stick my tongue out, though!”

“Go to hell!” She punched Schiller hard, but her blushing face quietly added, “But, don’t die.”

However, he did indeed feel like he was on the verge of death just now. In that moment, he might have truly understood the reality of “death.”

Until now, he had only treated this world as a game. However, this was not a gentle world at all.

Once you died, it was truly over.

“Let’s go back, young lady.” He forced himself to stand up, but quickly lost his balance due to the intense pain in his leg.

“Don’t move around!” Sheryl frantically helped him up, then grumbled and turned her head away.

“Call, call me Lil.” Schiller glanced sideways, and what met his eyes was a silver-haired fairy with burning earlobes.

“I’ll call you Schiller too, wha-what, are you not satisfied?!” Sheryl glared at Schiller, attempting to use her imposing presence to cover her shyness.

Indeed, since they first met, Sheryl had never fully called him by his name.

…

…

“Now, according to the judgment of the great Yuri Garden, the defendant Schiller…”

A gulp sounded.

“Due to your planning of a kidnapping, and even forcefully kissing and taking Lady Sheryl’s first kiss…”

“Do you have anything else to say?”

“I, I just wanted to see pretty girls sticking together…”

“Write, Defendant Schiller admits guilt.”

It seemed he couldn’t avoid this ending.

It was just a death sentence; Schiller had nothing to fear.

“Come on! No one can judge me!” He laughed maniacally. After all, this was a dream.

“You are hereby sentenced to never see Yuri girls sticking together for all eternity!”

“Noooooooo, just kill me instead, this is worse than death!!!!”

“Ha!”

Schiller abruptly woke up from his dream, his back already drenched in sweat.

“Phew, phew… I actually dreamt of being deprived of the right to watch Yuri… That’s ridiculous.”

That’s right, in his dream, due to his crime of forcefully kissing Sheryl, he was sentenced to such an extreme punishment.

Truly terrifying.

“…” Aileen silently watched him, blinked, then, as she backed out of the room, she shouted:

“~~Come quickly, look at the young master’s brain!!!!”

Schiller collapsed onto the bed. Incidentally, the wound on his leg had already been healed by Celia’s healing magic, and Sheryl was probably sleeping in her room at the moment.

It was said that she cried and threw herself onto the guest room bed; he would pretend not to have heard that.

When Celia saw the wound on his leg, her expression became terrifying for a moment. How could the usually gentle Celia, make such an expression? He must have seen it wrong.

“No, I can’t lie around anymore!” Despite his mental fatigue, he rolled out of bed and walked to a nearby desk.

The kidnapping incident, though completely contrary to his plans, had turned out surprisingly well by accident.

Although he didn’t know who was behind this incident, he had some vague suspicions.

However, he lacked evidence.

He was still too naive; this naiveté had almost cost Sheryl and himself their lives.

Therefore, he needed to re-evaluate his goals. According to the original work, his advantage would only appear five years later.

However, if he captured Sheryl’s heart, a fatal problem would arise.

“Will Sheryl be unable to fall in love with the protagonist?”

In this game, there were bosses for each route and a true ending boss after clearing all endings.

The Demon God—that was the destroyer of the world.

And to defeat the Demon God, one must rely on the bond between the protagonist and the heroines.

Before, he naively thought that by increasing Sheryl’s favorability, he could avoid his own death.

However, if the Demon God suddenly awakened, this world would be destroyed.

He picked up a pen and wrote on a piece of paper.

“First, survive at all costs.”

“Second, control the heroines’ favorability.”

“Third, kill the Demon God.” Of course, to avoid suspicion, he used his previous life’s script.

Survival went without saying; having experienced the fear of death, he now only wanted to live with genuine effort.

As for favorability, thankfully, Sheryl’s silver roses had only bloomed three times, so it wasn’t irreversible yet. Celia’s clock also seemed normal, still within an acceptable margin of error.

And the third point, how to kill the Demon God?

Grow stronger, or hope for the protagonist.

The protagonist, that guy was a true cheat, her growth rate was like a rocket launching.

However, at this stage, the protagonist hadn’t even appeared on the stage, so he could only choose the former.

‘This guy, Schiller, being a viscount’s son, couldn’t be too weak, right?’

“…”

“So, so weak.” This guy couldn’t even think of a decent spell, and his physical combat skills were barely passable.

‘Was his entire life just about being lecherous?!’

“Schiller, with your level, how can you even sleep?!” He wished he could go back in time and kill himself to re-cultivate, having wasted more than a decade of his life for nothing.

He had no doubt that with Sheryl’s strength, she could easily lock him in an uninhabited basement.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. That girl’s terrifying possessiveness still left him with a lingering fear.

“Haha! This is too terrifying.”