Regressor of Yandere Academy – Chapter 1

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Spring had arrived.

Flowers bloomed profusely, and while the midday sun made me squint, its warmth soothed me. I’d witnessed this scene countless times, yet the feeling of this moment remained unforgettable.

“Congratulations on your admission to Turban Academy.”

Headmaster Istare, a twelfth-generation elf, began his welcoming address.

‘Again…’

This was the eighth time I’d endured this speech. Standing among the numerous students, I reminisced as I listened.

‘I’m dead again.’

I’d died again, and once more, I couldn’t escape this damned academy. My whole body trembled, a convulsion wracking me.

“Argh! Seriously!”

I tried to leave, or rather, graduate. But then…

A junior stabbed me.

I collapsed, gasping.

“The academy isn’t the academy without you, Senior!” she’d declared, uttering those bizarre words. And when I regained consciousness…

[Graduation Failed.]

A message appeared, followed by:

[Regression commencing.]

With this rotten, goddamn message, I was back to being a freshman. The game had been going on for ten, no, twenty years.

One slip-up, and it was reset.

Over and over and over.

How could I even describe this insane difficulty? This hopeless, dogshit difficulty made me scream, not from hope, not from lament, not even from anger, but from pure despair.

“Please, just…pleeeeease! Let me graduate!”

It wasn’t just a regression, it was a scream from my original world.

Long ago, in a hazy past, I had said…

“Living life in an academy setting? That’s gotta be a piece of cake.”

I’d uttered those words after reading a typical academy fantasy where the protagonist wooed heroines, grew stronger, and defeated the Demon King. And then…

“Fwoosh!”

My body was instantly enveloped by a grotesque magic circle in a transitional space.

When I opened my eyes, this fucking welcoming speech began, along with my academy life.

At first, I was excited.

Of course, I’d been surprised, but I also thought a god had granted my wish. I’d even danced, excitedly enjoying the isekai academy setting.

I sighed.

Ha…

After experiencing the academy’s exciting, no, malicious events, I learned a painful lesson. This wasn’t a god’s blessing; it was hell, granted by a devil.

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“Why is a Balrog showing up in the first academy war?!”

A Balrog, a powerful authority figure among the seven ranks of the demon world, wielding a whip and spewing fire, had turned me into jerky with one punch.

[0th-Turn Ended.]

[Regression commencing.]

And so, I regressed.

Through various events, I gained heroines, developed talents, and struggled to overcome the malicious events.

And then…

“Why are you looking at that slut and not me?!”

“Stab!”

“Urk!”

[1st-Turn Ended.]

[Regression commencing.]

A knife pierced my abdomen.

Misunderstood for infidelity, I’d been stabbed by a heroine. As a first-turn regressor, I was powerless and collapsed.

“Seriously…please, just stop…”

I hadn’t even died fighting the academy’s demon event. I’d died because I failed the heroine affinity quest.

When I returned for my second turn, I kept a low profile, hid my identity, and fought for graduation.

“I will escape this academy, no matter what!”

Escaping this main event, the academy, was impossible even through death. Proper graduation was essential.

I didn’t care if someone died, got stabbed, or if a heroine I’d met before was flirting with a guy with a Dragon Knight perk.

When I finally reached my graduating year, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Then…

“Senior.”

A junior appeared, summoning me, who’d resolved to live a quiet life, to the back garden under a tree, a classic academy event.

“What is it?”

“Senior…I’ve always…”

She held out a letter, another typical event.

I wanted a quiet graduation, so I gently and politely rejected her.

Then…

“I’d rather kill you than lose you!”

[2nd-Turn Ended.]

[Regression commencing.]

The junior stabbed me.

Both the first and second turns ended with me being stabbed by women.

“Argh!”

During my third turn, I screamed during the welcoming speech. I somehow managed to explain it away as a tic disorder and continued my academy life.

And now…I had reached the eighth turn.

“Even with all this struggling, I’m still going to die!”

I thought I’d tried everything. I’d even used all my strength to defeat the Demon King, the strongest event boss, before the hero could.

Of course…it was just a clone, and even that managed to escape, but I’d practically cleared the academy’s final event, hadn’t I?

Now, shouldn’t there be an event where I transitioned to a hero story or got sent home?

But!

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“Will you join my party?”

The female student with the hero perk, who had ignored me until now, extended her hand to me, after all my striving to defeat the Demon King.

“No. If you’ve ignored me until now, please continue to do so.”

I thought the hero would give up. But after a series of events…

“How dare you! How dare you refuse the Hero-nim!”

A female mage classmate swung her staff and cracked my skull open while I was exhausted from battle.

“Gurgh!”

That was the end of my fourth turn.

Annoyed, I tried a different route and killed the hero instead.

“You filthy demon spawn! I won’t forgive you!”

“Argh! What is this?!”

The hero unleashed a hidden ultimate move, Valkyrie, a suicidal special attack that enhanced all her powers at the cost of her life.

It blew a hole in my stomach, and I died coughing up blood.

“Ugh…Argh!”

I fell with the female hero and regressed again. This time, I befriended the hero and worked on her affinity, and then…

That damned female mage, jealous, stabbed me with the pointed end of her staff, completing my sixth turn.

And finally, my seventh turn.

“Quietly…quietly…”

To avoid being stabbed, I wore armor that nullified 100% of physical attacks and prepared for graduation.

“The academy isn’t the academy without you, Senior!”

The junior, dressed in a white dress like a death bride, rumored to have made a pact with something like a soul from another world, stabbed me with a strange magical blade called the “Cursed Blade of the Otherworld,” bypassing my physical damage immunity.

Thus, my eighth regression was complete, mostly thanks to being stabbed by women.

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A new perk appeared in my eighth turn: Trait Inheritance/Usurpation.

My eyes widened.

With this!

Finally, a ray of hope shone upon me, the man who had been stabbed countless times in this academy.

Chuckling, I felt a glimmer of hope that I could finally get proper revenge in this goddamn academy.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Cecilia.”

As I entered the classroom, a female student spoke to me.

Cecilia.

The mage destined to become the best in the East. Granddaughter and disciple of the Archmage from the Magic Tower, and most importantly…

I had kept my distance from her in every turn except the zeroth and first.

Because…

She’s the one who stabbed me in the first turn!

The girl who, misunderstanding me, had stabbed me.

She was a yandere, with a seemingly pure exterior, an elite demeanor, and an almost doll-like appearance.

Shouldn’t they rename this place Yandere Academy?!

What kind of place was filled with so many yanderes? Every heroine was just waiting to stab me.

From the second turn onward, I’d used bathroom excuses, my tic disorder, or even broken windows to escape, doing anything to avoid building affinity with her.

I’d ended up distancing myself from all heroines, but she was the first yandere I’d avoided.

[Hee hee, Egenir…]

She cornered me against a wall.

[N-no…]

[What do you mean, no?]

The elite mage student trapped me in an alley.

[These alluring lips are mine.]

Honestly, it felt pretty damn good.

The blush on her cheeks, visible only to me, wasn’t just because she was a master of fire magic.

However…

“Slurp…Haa…♡ Egenir…Mmm!♡”

“Fwoosh!!!”

Flames erupted from her body in her excitement. While we kissed, her fire enveloped me, and I felt a burning warmth spread through me.

[Whoa…]

I had no choice but to flee.

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

I shook Cecilia’s hand.

[Affinity Buff with connected Heroine.]

[Cecilia’s affinity increased by 1.]

Her affinity increased just from exchanging greetings.

“Haven’t we met somewhere before?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Maybe. I have one of those faces.”

I smiled and replied, then slowly introduced myself.

“My name is Egenir Talfon. You can call me Egeni.”

“Really? That’s a nice name.”

Egenir.

I’d initially wondered why I’d been given such a name.

Now…

Otherworlder. Otherer. Other. Egeni. Egenir. Is that how it went?

I hadn’t given it much thought, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was a randomly generated name.

“If it’s alright with you, I accidentally forgot my first-year mana circuit textbook. Could we share?”

“Oh? You forgot your book?”

I’d piqued her interest.

“I’ve already mastered this class. If you’d like, I can teach you.”

Her pride.

She actually enjoyed teaching others and had a slightly older-sisterly personality. I’d once thought of her as a pure, cheerful, princess-like heroine, a benevolent goddess type raised in the Magic Tower.

I went through hell trying to raise her affinity at first.

I remembered the times I’d gone to extreme lengths to get close to her when she kept her distance.

In the zeroth turn, I hadn’t even held her hand before being trampled by the Balrog. In the first turn, I’d used the perk that made it easier to approach women I’d built affinity with, only to be stabbed to death.

Now, thanks to my past efforts, Cecilia was readily approaching me.

Alright…I’ll use you.

I vowed I wouldn’t be so easily played by this tutorial yandere.

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