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Fate Love Game

Okita Tatsuya, a soon-to-be freshman. He decided to live with his Aunt as fate guides him to his new life, a life where he will experience various things. From that point, Mother Fate who seems to be always playing with him will give him a chance to overcome the obstacle that has been tormenting his life ever since. In a game of love and hate, the only game where he can only have one chance to change it all. But in a twist of fate—"Do you believe in fate?", the girl said, He met a girl who will join his journey as he conquest this so-called game, created by Mother Fate. Will he overcome his past? Will he live a peaceful life? Will he turn the odds against him? Follow his journey as he plays the game of love, hate, and despair. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Discord Server Link!] -https://discord.gg/3SJ6CX4RXC If you want to support me and get early access to chapters: https://www.patreon.com/Xeoz I do not own the artwork, if you are the illustrator just let me know if you want me to remove it. (Only using it temporarily) MORE TAGS: Stalkers, Past Trauma, Nobles, Polygamy. DISCLAIMER Work of fiction. All the names, places, and events are all purely based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person or event is purely coincidental. The main characters are 18 above.

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Arima Explaining the Circumstance

"—??"

Arima was still staring at me with a contempt look that it's making me uncomfortable. Since I can't take it anymore, it forced me to break the silence between us.

"Oi, Arima. Are you going to say anything?"

"Are you an angel?"

"Where did that come from?"

"Ah, nothing. I'm just too happy. I don't know if you're really the cause of it, but if it's really you, then you have my greatest gratitude."

"I did nothing. She just explained some stuff to me and scolded her a little."

"Regardless of that, you still have my thanks."

Arima's mouth curved upwards, letting out a little chuckle. His face tells that the outcome of my talk with her childhood friend earlier signifies an immense satisfaction to him. Though, I don't know what she said to him.

"What did she even said to you?"

"She said, 'Sorry.' in a text message."

"That's all?"

"Yeah. I'm satisfied with it."