Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! - Chapter 188: The basement [2]

“Shit, is this really how I turn out?!”In the time of war he was known as the Body Flicker, Forbidden Magic Maker, and the Golden Blur.Arthur Vaelthorne.He had so many titles that it was unsurprising that the empire was the side that won the war, all because he had participated in it.A man that had the potential to become the strongest, rivaling the old powers, and the talent to back it up....Only ended up as a hidden boss in a popular game, meeting his end at the hands at one of his own students.A powerful hidden boss, unfortunately he had the fate of any other boss: Beaten by the protagonist.Now, with a second chance and the memories of one of the game's top players, he has a chance to rewrite his fate.

“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

“W-w-w-welcome to the simulation zone.”“New user recognized.”“Proceeding to register...”“Please wait...”“Register complete.”“Welcome, user number 4956: Evan Rotewed.”In a world of mana, those without reserves for it gets left behind. Rules and regulations are set to categorize everything into neat piles, each promising the highest potential a person with mana can get. Starting his life at the rock bottom, Evan Rotewed swore he will rise above it all, even if he had to break the ironclad system the entire world holds close to its chest. Wave a hand to the broken reflection beyond the mirror of ones and zeroes. System Discord.

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”