[Club house] [1]

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Name: Azariah Noah Aljanah [84], Inder Sephtis [16]

Age: 15

Rank: 3rd Primeval (02%)

Strength: 21

Reflex: 21

Intelligence: 38

Mental Strength: 27 [45]

Charm: 19

Bloodline: Unawakened.

Blessing: Amun-Ra's Blessing.

???????: Niflh, Muspelh.

Passive Status: Runic body/Weakened.

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"Haah."

A deep sigh escaped my mouth as I looked at the status screen that flickered in front of me.

"Finally, I am as strong as an average student." Willing the screen to move away, I mumbled as I looked in the mirror.

[...You are better than average.]

"I know, but still, I am not strong enough to fight head-on with most of the main cast," I grumbled as I washed my face with cold water, "let alone whom I actually need to fight against."

[....Yeah.]

"Should I cut them?" I mumbled as I ran my fingers through my purple hair, which was inches away from touching my shoulders. "Nah, it's better this way."

Gathering my hair, I bound it with a blue rubber band before I looked at my face again.

"Is it just me, or does my face look better than before?" I muttered to myself as I touched my face.

Unlike before, when I only had sunken cheeks, right now my face is more defined and better than before.

[....]

"At least say I look good," I grumbled as El kept his mouth shut.

Anyway, what the fuck is even the average for charm?

I don't even know how good-looking I am.

"Sigh..."

Sighing, I shook my head before I looked at my upper body.

[....Are those scars going to fade away?]

"I don't think so."

My upper body is filled with cut marks, blackened skin, and deep scars.

Scars that can match those of veteran soldiers.

Some I got from training with Adaliah, but most from the torture that I had gone through.

But my back has the most nasty scar on my body—a deep scar running from my left shoulder to my right torso.

....Well, at least it looks manly.

[You are calmer than before.]

As I walked out of the bathroom, El commented, and I nodded my head slightly.

"Inder's memories," I mumbled as I took a seat on the bed. "They are coming back."

Since the day Inder became the dominant personality, I started to see his memories in the form of dreams.

His early childhood was the first dream I saw, and from then on, I have had glimpses of his memories every other day.

And seeing memories of a loving mother doting on her son all the time, caring for him, and being present for him every day.

Seeing the things that I never had, even though they are not my memories, did help me know what the warmth of a mother is.

And in every memory I saw of him till now, one girl was present in all of them.

"Senara Azenor," I mumbled to myself as I remembered the cute little girl with black hair from Inder's memories.

She was the daughter of Inder's neighbor and Inder's first friend.

They both grew up together, went to kindergarten together, ate together, and stayed together all the time except when their parents separated them.

Their relationship kind of reminds me of my childhood—how Christina and I were when we were children, always sticking to each other.

Seeing all those cute memories did help me a little, but at the same time, I felt worse because I knew how things ended for Inder, Senara, and his family.

"Sigh..."

Sighing, I shook my head as I shrugged myself into the plain academic shirt.

[Something special today? You're taking your time getting ready.]

"Yeah, today is club activity selection," I replied, glancing at the mirror once again. "I'll spend most of my time with Ashlyn today."

[And that girl? She'll let you?]

"....We'll see."

During the last week, I've improved my relationship with Ashlyn.

It's become good enough for her to talk to me without feeling intimidated or pressured.

But at the same time, Miley has also become increasingly wary of my intentions toward Ashlyn.

And in a way, her wariness is justified. I mean, there are rumors about me raping maids and commoners, but her presence is still annoying.

She always stops me from approaching her, and at the same time, she's also become closer to Ashlyn.

[And so has Ethan.]

"Yeah, all because of that fucker, Oliver," I grumbled as I wore my shoes.

Oliver, being the good guy he is, always hangs out with Ethan, and because of it, Ethan became close to Miley, Aimar, and Ashlyn.

[...you're not going to do anything about it?]

"....It's fine if he's friends with Oliver," I replied. "All I need to do is make sure he isn't too close with Ashlyn."

Despite his revenge-driven nature, Ethan isn't bad guy. He's just in a bad situation.

In the game, he was a very good friend with Oliver in the later part, when I disappeared from everyone's life.

A good person who will help his friends when they're in need. .

His only enemies are my family. All in all, I have to make sure Ethan stays away from Ashlyn.

Can't have the protagonist too close to the main heroine.

[What about your sister?]

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

[Is your sister also a heroine? You did say that Ethan will try to seduce every high-ranking girl.]

".... Yeah, she's a sub-heroine, but for a different game."

[Wait! There are more than one game?]

"Wait, I didn't tell you?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion.

[No, you didn't].

Oh, then let me tell you: there are three games and one prequel game in the series, my dear lover.

The one we're at now is the first game, and my sister is a sub-heroine of the second game.

My mother was the villainess of the prequel game and one of the main antagonists of the final game.

[....Your family is all over the place.]

"Yeah, yeah."

[...What about you? What is your role?]

"....I am the Villainess Maker of the first game.

And in the second game..... I am inevitable."

[....What do you mean?]

"The things that I did in the second game and my death are what trigger the events of the final game."

"....And if I don't die, it's impossible to start the final game."

[.....]

Crying puppet.

That was my name in the second game.

I wasn't given any role; just to show that I wasn't a person of my own, I was nothing but a puppet.

No matter what route the protagonist of the second game takes, what I did was inevitable.

And if the events of the final game don't happen.... this world is doomed to end.

"Aren't I important." I chuckled as I stood up from the bed.

[....When did you die in the game?]

"....Three years from now."

[Azaria—]

"I have enough time to think of something about it, El. Don't worry."

Assuring him, I walked towards the door.

[But stil—.]

"You know, my mother is one of the reasons why the company made the prequel game."

[Hmm, how?]

"She became so famous after the release of the first and second games that before the release of the final game, a prequel game was made at the demands of the fans."

[....You sound proud about that.]

"I don't, fucker."

Grumbling, I replied as I walked out of my room.

[....So how did things end for your mother? Did she die at the end?]

"Nope," I replied, shaking my head.

Until the very end....

No one was able to kill my mother.