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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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Yeriel’s vision, hearing, and touch were fading, one by one.
Her only remaining senses were smell, intuition, and instinct.
What a terrifying experience it must be, to be unaware of what was happening to you.
Yeriel focused her mind, desperately clinging to the remnants of her senses, refusing to let them slip away.
-…
‘Wh-what… what’s going on…?’
Amidst the confusion, one thing was clear:
The groping hands had stopped.
The cloying scent of the demon disguised as Umberto had receded.
This meant that whoever had been restraining her was no longer interested.
Who… had come to her rescue?
-Kiiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
‘Ugh!’
Suddenly, the black magic that had enveloped Black Dormitory surged, as if shaken to its core.
-Kiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!
An immense wave of magic power washed over her, originating from right in front of her.
‘Wh-what’s happening?’
It was the unmistakable, repulsive mana of a demon, the kind that would instinctively make any human recoil.
But something about it felt different, mixed and layered.
As if it didn’t belong to a single being…
-…
Then, just as abruptly as it appeared, the magic power subsided.
-…
They say when one sense is blocked, other senses become heightened.
In those fleeting moments, Yeriel had to rely entirely on her sense of smell.
That’s how she caught it, a faint trace amidst the sickening demonic stench…
a subtle blend of lily and vanilla.
The scent of laundry detergent… the one used only at Seraphi Dormitory… the one Lev used.
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-W-wait, wait, wait! Spare me, spare me, spare…
His final plea echoed in the air.
It was just… red Wind Archery.
As if to warn him that crossing the line again would only lead to bloodshed,
he vanished, consumed by crimson Wind Arrows.
-Ding.
›Named: Fallen Angel – Tobiel defeated.
›Remaining Named: 139
You can claim a demon hunt reward!
›Check your demon hunt reward.
Curse of the Six Senses lifted from Yeriel – Time remaining: 2 minutes and 33 seconds.
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-Ding.
“Ugh…!”
As Demonization wore off, my body, like an empty plastic bottle, crumpled, pain coursing through every nerve.
-Thud.
My knees buckled involuntarily.
It was too much.
Converting mana into Demonization, then the black magic generated by Demonization into Corruption…
it was essentially creating something from nothing.
There had to be a price.
I clutched my chest, enduring the agony.
Cold sweat drenched my body.
I couldn’t lose consciousness.
Andras and Leraje, Great Demons who didn’t belong in this world, would try to possess me.
‘Damn it… this sucks.’
Curses slipped past my lips.
The author’s final intervention had ended rather… anticlimactically.
Like a child who had lost interest in an old toy, he had simply walked away.
But I couldn’t let my guard down.
Even without the author’s interference, the game’s difficulty remained ludicrous,
and my arch-nemesis, Kaelan, was still a sentient being with his own agenda.
There was a truckload of villains waiting in the wings.
‘Get it together. It’s not over yet.’
I focused on the spot where Tobiel had stood, activating Demon Eye.
-Ding!
‘…Just as I thought.’
A purple orb materialized before me.
‘Soul Well’, a basic passive ability possessed by all humanoid demons from super-hell difficulty onward.
Simply put, it was resurrection.
Without ‘Execution’, I would have to defeat him again after he resurrected to ensure his complete annihilation.
But with ‘Execution’, I could finish him off now.
25 minutes left…
I had already planned for this.
Cynatis, who had flown me here in her griffin form, would immediately summon Edwin.
And like the true protagonist of this fanfic, he would use his ‘Execution’ ability to mop up this mess.
I was trying to stick to the original story, to some extent.
‘Ugh… this hurts like hell.’
The problem was…
I had rushed here without considering the aftermath.
For now, with Yeriel’s sight and hearing still blocked, no one had witnessed my demonization…
but I had to play this carefully, downplay the whole situation, considering how suspicious I must have looked.
‘Am I Batman now?’
As I endured the pain, Yeriel’s voice, faint at first, reached my ears. It seemed the curse had partially lifted.
“Lev…?”
Unlike in the fanfic… she called out my name, not Edwin’s.
How did she know…?
As I hesitated, unsure how to respond,
her unfocused gaze searched for me frantically.
“L-Lev…! If you’re there, come closer… please!”
I didn’t want to do anything that would raise suspicion before Edwin arrived…
-Thud.
I moved closer and brushed her hair aside.
“!”
She grabbed my wrist with a trembling hand.
“L-Lev, is that you? It’s you, right…? Answer me if you can hear me…”
“Yeah.”
“I-I’m sorry… I… I…”
“It’s okay.”
The pain was intensifying; I could barely speak.
‘Ugh…’
My body was rejecting the mana coursing through it.
I tried to hide it, but…
Yeriel noticed.
“…Lev, are you… hurt…?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie. You’re hurt…!”
She was worried about me, despite barely being able to move herself.
She was something else.
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.
.
“Huh…?”
I couldn’t remember what we talked about after that.
We must have both lost consciousness.
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I woke to an unfamiliar ceiling.
Sadly, it wasn’t the ceiling of my own world.
‘What happened…?’
My memory was blank.
This wasn’t my dormitory room.
I must have been in the Restoration Ward…
-Ding!
That sound effect I had heard countless times yesterday echoed in my ears.
“…”
As the status window faded from view,
I saw Aria, the silver-haired girl with lavender highlights, her eyes closed.
“Are you… asleep?” I asked cautiously.
“No.”
“You scared me.”
She opened her eyes slowly.
Her expression was… complicated.
‘Did I…’
Was she torn between scolding me and feeling relieved that I was safe?
“Sigh. It’s fine.”
“Sorry.”
“…”
She seemed to be holding back, biting her lip as if about to say something. My apology came out before I could stop it.
“You… know how to apologize?” she asked, surprise coloring her voice.
“I’m not that cold-hearted.”
“…You should rest for a while. You’re in bad shape.”
“Sorry, but what happened afterward?”
“Black Dormitory is currently… off-limits. They said there might still be remnants of the demon’s curse…”
Aria explained that the academy administration had issued an order.
The area surrounding Black Dormitory was restricted while they investigated.
We’d probably have to move dormitories.
‘Hmm.’
This was a deviation from the fanfic; I wondered what butterfly effects it would create.
I could already imagine how disappointed Yeriel would be.
Aria lowered her voice and spoke quickly,
“…I need to increase my surveillance level.”
“Huh…? What was that?”
“You always tell me to observe you and follow you around, then you go off alone during crucial moments like this…!”
This was the first time I had heard Aria complain.
Of course, it was still a whisper compared to a normal person.
“It was the same during the last Dungeon Exploration Practice. Do you even realize how bad it was this time? You were completely consumed by demonic magic, even more than before…!”
“Yeah, thanks.”
It seemed Aria had purified my remaining corruption again.
It must have been a disturbing experience for her.
She didn’t say anything after my thanks, just stared at me with that unchanging expression. I couldn’t help but wonder…
Once again, she didn’t ask what happened…
I had a feeling the truth was about to be revealed.
That Aria… was about to discover my secret.
“Therefore, from now on, I will prohibit you from acting alone.”
“…Huh…? Is that… necessary?”
“Yes.”
When Aria gave me a stern look, I averted my gaze.
I couldn’t be too harsh; she had just saved and nursed me back to health.
Just as another awkward silence settled,
-Click!
The door opened.
“Lev…!”
It was Yeriel.
It seemed she had fully recovered from the curse, but her complexion was pale, and she was wearing a hospital gown.
She checked my injuries, her eyes frantic, then settled beside me, leaning against my side.
“Thank goodness… thank goodness… You’re okay…!”
“What happened to him?” I asked cautiously.
“Professor Cynatis said… he won’t be resurrecting… or anything like that…”
“That’s a relief.”
Edwin had finally become useful.
If that Fallen Angel had been allowed to resurrect in Pandemonium, it would have been a real pain.
Yeriel studied the area beneath my eyes and asked hesitantly,
“…You… protected me… until then…?”
“… ”
Protected. Such a melodramatic word, something you’d only hear in this world.
It was embarrassing, really.
Honestly, I was just playing along with the author’s game.
I would have saved anyone, not just Yeriel.
“Thank you, Lev! As expected…”
“?”
“I…”
She blushed and shook her head.
Then…
“Huh?”
She finally noticed Aria.
“…”
“Oh… Aria! It’s been a while… were you taking care of Lev?”
“…Yes.”
“Thank you!”
“It was my duty.”
-…
The conversation came to a halt.
An awkward silence filled the room.
But Yeriel, still smiling, suggested to Aria,
“Aria, you’ve worked hard! You should go get some rest.”
“Thank you for your concern, but…”
Aria, her expression unchanged, pointedly gestured to the sign on the door.
“I’m in charge.”
“No…! I heard the healing students are busy with the ranking matches… You can leave it to someone else! I was planning to stay by Lev’s side anyway…!”
Her expression was one of pure innocence.
Even I, a man, could see her intentions were clear.
“You’re the one who needs rest, Yeriel. You’re a patient.”
“No! I’m really fine…!”
Yeriel clenched her fist, her smile unwavering.
Aria, flustered, replied politely,
“It’s improper to ask a patient to nurse someone. It’s fine, really.”
“It’s okay! Really!”
“…”
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Silence descended once again.
‘What are you two doing…?’
One with a cheerful smile, the other with a serene, impassive expression…
Both of them glanced at me, then at each other.
Uh… how did this happen?
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The great yandere awakening is upon us my brethren!
We shall rejoice for the stalking and perversion shall increase feom now on!