Became a Villain Heroine in a Harem Story

I was now standing in front of someone’s room.

Yes. That girl’s room.

If you work at a company, you’ll often need to apologize to others, and bowing your head becomes so ingrained in your body that it feels quite natural.

But, no matter what happens, even if I’m clearly in the wrong, there are times when I absolutely don’t want to apologize.

That’s just how life is.

Yet if you’re an adult, you have to do it anyway. That’s the responsibility of becoming an adult. The responsibility your family has had for decades.

It’ll be over with just one bow of the head.

The protagonist… promised that if I apologized, she would accept it.

She knows her childhood friend’s personality well enough, right?

Cough-

I finally took a deep breath.

I hate this more than visiting a strict boss’s house at 4 AM to say, “I’m sorry, but you need to come out because of a mistake I made.”

Let me smoke just one cigarette first.

If I don’t smoke now, when will I? Smoking inside the dormitory was prohibited, but there’s a saying that you’re not guilty unless you get caught, so it shouldn’t matter, right?

Yes. Right. Just one cigarette. Let me smoke just one.

It’s like a reward I give myself before doing something unpleasant. For me, apologizing to someone I dislike feels worse than completing quests from the status window.

I can’t help it. It’s something I have to do.

That unnecessarily kind protagonist would never become friends with someone who hurts others and doesn’t apologize. Right.

Okay. Let’s do it.

Let’s do it!

“…What are you doing in front of that door?”

“Ah.”

“Wait, you’re… that crazy girl who was with Ryu Seong yesterday…”

With those words, my slight ‘determination to apologize’ completely evaporated without a trace. The threads of my rationality shook violently.

Should I endure it? Should I? Yes. I should. There are CCTVs here.

If I attacked another dormitory student, it wouldn’t end with just a suspension. I didn’t want to be tied to a chair watching moral education videos that could last anywhere from 2 to 10 hours.

“Why are you here?”

“…To apologize.”

“Apologize?”

“I wanted to apologize.”

She looked at me with eyes full of suspicion.

I wanted to kill her.

Seriously.

I hated people who gave me looks carelessly. It’s not just me—most people feel uncomfortable when someone stares at them openly.

Yes. To summarize, I was full of discomfort.

When others look at me, they probably don’t see me favorably either, thanks to my sharp expression and the thick smell of cigarettes.

“…Well, come in for now.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not inviting you because I want to. It’s because Ryu Seong said you’re not a bad person.”

As expected of the protagonist.

She can train this damn pink-haired whore like a dog.

I wonder if he’ll put a leash on her and take her for a walk at night later.

Honestly, if you live as such a virtuous person, at some point you’ll reach a limit, and there will come a moment when you want to vent your desires, right? If you’re a man, that is.

While I was having these strange thoughts, she slowly approached me.

Did I look ridiculous standing awkwardly at the entrance?

Or was it the smell of cigarettes?

“…I’ll accept your apology.”

I froze like a stone.

Honestly, I hadn’t expected this development.

I came here prepared for a fight.

The reason was quite simple: first, this girl’s personality was far from normal, and second, if my apology was rejected, I probably wouldn’t have been able to hold back from hitting her.

“Why?”

“What do you mean… ‘why’?”

“Honestly, I didn’t make a good first impression, and I said some harsh things.”

“You must have your reasons. I didn’t want to forgive you so easily, but…”

“But?”

“You look somewhat… like a puppy that’s been soaked in the rain.”

“…”

“No, no, it’s definitely not an insult! I’m not petty enough to seek revenge or anything! I just felt that way! That kind of feeling?”

“Thanks.”

Yes. I’m really thankful.

Thank you so much for making me feel that I’m the only twisted person in this world, while everyone else is living a normal life.

I know that even thinking this way is because I’m twisted.

Yes. I must have been born with a twisted umbilical cord. Probably.

I’m just full of complaints about everything in the world, and I resent every single factor that has brought me such immense misfortune.

So, I react almost convulsively to just one word from others… even to a word full of good intentions, even to a word with no particular meaning.

The fortunate thing is that these thoughts of mine don’t really show on the outside.

My expression is normally sharp, so there isn’t much difference when I furrow my brow.

Besides, my head always aches when I don’t have a cigarette in my mouth.

“…Are you angry?”

“No. I just look like this.”

“Really? That’s a relief.”

“Thank you for accepting my apology.”

“Yes….”

After an awkward farewell, I opened the door.

The air felt stifling, and I couldn’t stay any longer. There was an overwhelming feeling that purity had been contaminated just by stepping foot in the girl’s room.

Like how I, who originally had a clean body, mind, and heart, damaged my body extensively after the death of my family and someone who was almost like family.

Of course, by “heart,” I didn’t mean that heart.

The issue is with my lungs. My lungs.

Cough-

After a short cough, I quickly left the dormitory using my shadow.

I wanted to get out as fast as possible.

♦♦♦

I returned to my room.

I emptied the ashes that had piled up in the ashtray and started piling them up again.

Even though I had just moved into the dormitory two days ago, there was already trash scattered on the floor.

There’s a strange sense of familiarity. As if I myself were like trash rolling around on the floor, I roll around dejectedly.

I put a cigarette in my mouth.

The headache that had been bothering me gradually stopped. I don’t have to think about anything.

: You mustn’t die until you achieve my goal.

“What am I supposed to do about that?”

: I mean you should smoke with your condition in mind….

“I know my condition better than anyone.”

Actually, I know.

I know that stuffing more than 40 of these unhealthy things into my body every day won’t improve my health.

I’m not stupid enough to not understand that.

And the status window probably isn’t that stupid either.

No, perhaps it knows my condition better than I do. Though I don’t even know if it’s human to begin with.

It always acts like it knows the future, yet stays silent on certain matters, and it acts like everything is possible while declaring certain things impossible.

It can manipulate reality, but at the same time, it can’t; it knows the future, but at the same time, there’s much it doesn’t know.

It’s like a bundle of contradictions.

When it gets to this point, I start to think—maybe.

Maybe this is all my delusion, and the lack of plausibility in the developments is because this is all just my dream. A very long dream that came from playing too many games and reading too many novels lately.

I’m just dreaming that I’ve become a butterfly.

It’s just that the butterfly has turned into a moth.

Despite the difference of just one character, the gaze shifts instantly from admiration to disgust.

That’s how thin, like a sheet of paper, human attention, interest, and emotions are.

: I think I can create [Jamming]…

“That’s good news.”

[Jamming]

An ability that can render all surrounding electronic devices and signals inoperative, making it one of the closest to the strongest in modern warfare.

However, its weakness is that it can’t affect simple mechanical devices.

For example, it can’t stop bombs or bullets.

In the end, what it renders inoperative are signals, not functions. It only breaks complex, remotely operated items.

The reason I requested this ability from the status window is simple.

In the future, my range of activities will expand, and the possibility of being captured on CCTV will increase. So, wouldn’t it be better to train the ability in advance to increase its efficiency?

This was one of those preliminary steps.

: You’re enthusiastic to an extreme degree.

“It’s faster for me to work actively for you than to follow your instructions like a puppet.”

: What do you mean?

“The opportunity for me to make everything as if it never happened will come to me.”

: Yes. That’s right.

What if the status window lied to me? Why am I being so cooperative?

…Why ask? It’s obvious.

If it comes to that, I can just shoot myself in the head and die.

It’s very simple.

Anyway, to get jamming, I’ll have to complete a quest again, right?

“So what’s the quest?”

: Other-Killing… of course.

“I see. Who is it this time?”

: Kill [Perfect Memory]. The man you met at the test site who works as an academy teacher.

[Quest]

[Eliminate ‘Sayu’, who possesses the Perfect Memory ability.]

[Reward: Jamming]

: He is dangerous. He will become a threat in the future.

It was still an incomprehensible directive.

Why would the Perfect Memory ability be such a threat in the future that it warrants killing?

…I don’t need to understand it. I don’t need to know.

One by one, like a machine.

Alright. Let’s try it.