BJ Villainess

I stormed into the library like a rude intruder, drying my rain-soaked body with magic along the way. The librarian, who had just arrived for work, looked startled but quickly registered me for a private study room after recognizing my face.

I headed to my destination fueled by anger, not even bothering to nod a greeting. Once seated, I bypassed study materials for today’s seven o’clock exam, opting instead for blank paper and a pen to furiously sketch out a new magical design. My hand moved with precise, swift motions, filling the blank page with various shapes and runes. Operational failure, insufficient circuit numbers, low output… Failed designs were briskly set aside.

Immersed completely, I forgot the problems of reality, living in a different flow of time within my world.

“…Done.”

Only after verifying the magic worked did I snap back to reality, having used my anger as fuel to create a new magic that allowed for inventory items to be used as if by spatial magic, without needing physical objects. This enabled even magicians with limited intelligence and mana, who could afford magical tools, to use this method.

“I should stock up on useful items in the inventory.” This would make clearing any dungeon much easier in the future.

My concentration had been pushed to its limit, leaving me feeling lethargic as the tension dissipated, along with the anger that had unpleasantly stirred my emotions. What remained was an uncomfortable sense of regret, which made me sigh spontaneously.

At least it wouldn’t have been this bad if I hadn’t gotten into trouble with the demon Clyde.

“Why did I do that?”

Had I been too emotional? Reflecting on the situation reignited my barely cooled anger.

Yes, my anger was justified. However, the real issue was the quest. With my declaration to Demon Clyde not to appear before me again, how would I receive the token of love required to save human Clyde?

“What should I do…”

It seemed I had truly messed up this time.

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Cider Pass’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[I found it refreshing

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Honestly, I felt refreshed too. Despite growing to care for this world and its characters, I wasn’t a saint. If they treated me poorly, I got angry. I wasn’t capable of forgiving and loving every aspect and action of these characters like some benevolent god. I was also a victim of being forced into this world. I needed someone’s help too.

“

” My mouth let out a sigh again.

Should I still go to Clyde now and apologize for what I did? How nice would it have been if I had the audacity to casually bring up the idea of starting over.

“If I went to see him now, it wouldn’t even bring a smile, let alone an apology.”

It would have been better if he just cursed at me.

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Professional Trainer’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Haste makes waste. Take time to think.]

The constellation understood my turmoil and offered comforting words.

“That sounds good. Thank you.”

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Born From Theresa’s Heart’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[You don’t have to act too devoted to your creations

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. Other top BJs even exploit their worlds, so you can too.]

Ding!

[The Constellation “Broadcast Genius Theresa’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[I disagree. The reason this channel grew explosively is precisely because you’re a devoted and sacrificial BJ, unlike others.]

The constellations’ consolation made me smile, but the ‘Broadcast Genius Theresa’ comment caught my eye. I was suddenly curious.

“Why haven’t BJs who got transmigrated into their creations and didn’t exploit them grown?”

Not a single sponsorship window appeared at my question. When the sound of ‘Ding!’, which has become a daily routine, stopped, it created an eerily quiet atmosphere.

I asked carefully, “Did I ask something I shouldn’t have?”

Finally, a response came.

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Chaotic Evil’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[They all died.]

…They all died? This was completely unexpected.

Swallowing several questions, I asked the most pressing one, “But you said the world becomes more favorable the more I love it and vice versa. How could they all die?”

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Explanation Bug’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[We don’t know exactly why, but all top-ranking transmigration-type BJs are all hostile to their worlds.]

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Analysis Junkie’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[[Within the top 100 channels, transmigration broadcasts are rare. Regression is the most common type.]

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Haha Boss’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[That’s what makes you special! Of course, not just because of that!]

Being called special never felt so unwelcome.

“Why is being hostile more conducive to survival?”

Why did all the friendly BJs die? To uncover the correlation, I might need to ask Ozworld, who’s been unusually silent lately. Ozworld wasn’t the type of person I welcomed about his news. Though I loathe him, his absence makes me fear he’s accumulating reasons to infuriate me. If visible, he annoys me; if not, he worries me.

Just thinking about his grotesque rainbow hair and his red suit made me nauseous.

“Is there no way to get to Pantheon?”

Glancing at my butterfly wings, which remained motionless, it seemed they had no intention of taking me to Pantheon.

“What power is this, I wonder.”

If the emperor has a book about Squire’s arcane magic, is there a way to steal it?

The more I thought, the more suffocated I felt. For now, I need to take my exams.

When I checked the time, there was still a while before my first exam, but I wasn’t in the mood to study.

“Should I look for Damian…”

Even if I did, I had no idea where to start.

It would seem deceitful.

I decided to wait quietly until August, when the gates to Paradise would open. That was the best course of action for now.

* * *

Damian ran through the rain as if fleeing from something. The profound sense of loss that had been hard to recognize at first became increasingly clear, feeling as if his entire being was crumbling.

It was unbelievable that Theresa had become Clyde’s lover. The anxiety he had always harbored materialized into a tsunami that engulfed him.

“Damn it!”

Damian punched a wall in frustration, cracking it. His hand was a mess, but it healed quickly thanks to white magic.

“

…

…” Leaning against the wall, he gasped for air. The heavy rain battered his bare face, the water tracing his sharp features like tears. He wanted to cry, but no tears came; he just felt miserable.

“You’ve finally realized the reality, Damian.”

Rode Constantine appeared with a cloud of black mist and calmly thrust his dagger.

“Nobles only mingle with their kind. A princess of Squire may be kind to you for a moment, but she won’t promise eternity. You’re a commoner.”

Damian wanted to tear off his ears or crush those lips to silence them. But any action was forbidden due to the ‘stigma’ constricting his heart, threatening instant death for disobedience.

“At your age, it’s enough to be swayed by momentary emotions. That’s why you could kill Edie. I understand.”

Understanding a murder. That was a strange thing to say.

“Just don’t repeat the same mistake.”

Damian, who rarely showed pain, now curled up on the ground, clutching his chest in agony. Constantine looked at him with pity.

“Your licentiousness is worrying the other brothers.”

“Stop…!

…!”

“Have you forgotten our grand plan? To eradicate the rotten human world, open the gates to heaven, and create a new world as promised with the brothers, negating all sacrifices made thus far?”

Constantine increased the pain, intending to make Damian repent for killing a brother and absolve his sins as a punishment from a god.

Eventually, the punishment ended. Damian lay there like a dead fish. Knowing he was still conscious, Constantine coldly ordered, “Kill Theresa Squire tonight. That will absolve your sins.”

“…”

“To think you, who never disappointed me, would fall over a woman…

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Constantine clicked his tongue and turned to leave but found himself unable to move. The ground had entangled his legs like living snakes. Before he could question it,

A magical arrow pierced his body. Turning around, he saw Damian struggling to stand.

“Da… mian…!”

Damian looked at him with an emotionless expression he had never seen before. Not like hiding feelings but looking at him like a complete stranger.