BJ Villainess

By the time Ozworld had stabilized all the mana in the area, the person had vanished.

“Ozworld!”

“Chairman Alpha!”

The chairmen, each calling him by different titles, gathered at the landing site. They immediately started with excuses, their faces showing they were quite embarrassed.

“Are you alright? A barrier blocking access to the surroundings of the landing site was formed, preventing us from arriving in time.”

“Was the person you were facing off against until just now the murderer of the channel managers?”

“Seems likely.”

At Ozworld’s response, everyone let out sighs of disappointment, realizing the opponent was stronger than anticipated.

“Did you manage to identify them?” Beta asked gravely, to which Ozworld shook his head.

“They were concealing their appearance, but they wore a black butterfly mask.”

Ozworld, based on his memory, created a projection of the person wearing the black butterfly mask and sent it to the chairmen. They glanced at Ozworld strangely upon seeing the mask, which reminded them of the Squire butterfly. This suggested a possibility of a new anti-group, distinct from the traditional anti-fans wearing red hoods.

Epsilon cautiously broached a subject. “First, we should tend to Chairman Alpha’s arm and discuss this situation further afterward. We’ll also need to strengthen the perimeter security.”

Ozworld then noticed his injured arm for the first time. It looked severely damaged, as if all moisture had been sucked out, turning it clay-like and crumbly.

Beta momentarily focused on the unusual injury before nodding in agreement. “We need to warn all channel managers not to wander alone. I’ll enhance the security within the Pantheon.”

The chairmen began discussing necessary actions more openly, seeming to find their stride. As Ozworld was taking off his frayed suit jacket, he asked, “Is this where my summons to the disciplinary committee ends?”

It was hard to view Ozworld as a suspect in the murders of the channel managers, given the circumstances. The issue of his hidden activity as Alpha while posing as a channel manager needed a thorough review of his records. Hence, there weren’t immediate grounds to hold him accountable.

Beta affirmed. “Thank you for your efforts.

, and we’re still identifying the whereabouts of the missing David. We’ll notify you as soon as we find anything.”

“I’ll inform you too if I come across any leads.”

Despite the chaotic state of the airship landing site, the atmosphere remained surprisingly calm. Ozworld showed no signs of concern even after confirming a serial killer was targeting channel managers based on their rankings.

The chairmen were surprised to see Ozworld injured but didn’t think he’d be easily harmed. Ozworld was someone who should’ve ascended to a higher existence long ago, a fact well understood by everyone there, leading them to disperse to their tasks without much ado.

Ozworld headed to the Chairman Alpha’s office. Upon entering, he casually tossed his damaged shirt to the floor. After applying the potion for a quick wound treatment, he put on a new black shirt and reflexively activated the screen.

It displayed Theresa, engrossed in her work, drawing magic circuits in a quiet study. When she hit a snag, she’d tilt her head in confusion and flip through a grimoire.

[“To properly finish this ceiling fan, I might have to make it myself…”]

Hearing that, Ozworld, who was starting to button up his shirt, couldn’t help but chuckle. “As usual.”

During his time as the Marquis Vallensia, he deliberately isolated himself from the Pantheon to immerse himself more fully in the role. He thought it would be more entertaining to face situations he hadn’t anticipated. The only use of his channel manager abilities was to issue quests related to himself. So, it had been quite a while since he saw her alone, and she hadn’t changed a bit.

While Theresa was focused on her designs, Giuseppe suddenly appeared.

[“Sis, what are you doing here? I told you not to wander alone!”

“This is still inside the house.”

“What if a dungeon appears?”

“…Don’t you feel weird to hear you saying that yourself?”]

Come to think of it, Stigmata had created three dungeons targeting the emperor.

As Ozworld was attaching cufflinks and watching the screen, Giuseppe, who had come to nag, got caught up in Theresa’s nonsensical talk and began planning a grandiose project to build the ceiling fan together.

Did she even realize she had become the protagonist of a reverse harem game?

Ozworld knew about Theresa’s life as Shin Jiwoo, like watching an abridged version of a long drama. Even from that, it was clear how indifferent Shin Jiwoo was to romance. She considered it an event that would never happen in her life. But situations have changed, haven’t they?

Handsome male protagonists, created perfectly, clamored, and begged for her love, experiencing intense moments that should have evoked feelings long ago. The male protagonists wanted everything about Theresa, vying for her attention at every turn. Yet, there was no sign of Theresa falling in love.

Longing for affection yet seemingly evading love when it’s offered as if it’s more comfortable to be the one who devotes. As if even if she exhausts herself for others, she’d casually say, “It can’t be helped,” infuriating those around her. Yes, that was the kind of woman she was. If someone other than Shin Jiwoo had been in Theresa’s place, they would likely be leading a recklessly extravagant life by now.

[“But why are you making this?”

“To cultivate plants takes time. I’m working on the ceiling fan and studying more until we secure samples for the imperial palace.”

“Aren’t you going to the party? There were a lot of invitations.”

“Not interested.”

“…Are you sick? Did you hit your head when the dungeon appeared?”]

Ozworld found himself staring at Theresa, forgetting even to call Jyang to treat his arm.

Just then, Theresa looked up. She sighed softly, a faint smile on her lips, her eyelids lazily drooping in a languid air. A touch of melancholy in her silvery-gray eyes drew his gaze. She looked empty, stirring a desire in him to fill that void, making it understandable why those around her continuously sought her attention and lingered by her side.

[“I need to become stronger so I can protect Giuseppe too, right?”

“

, stop it!”]

As Theresa suddenly embraced him, Giuseppe pretended to dislike it, but his lips betrayed him with a smile.

Ozworld’s attention shifted from Theresa to Giuseppe, noticing how every time she showed him care, his magic flow improved, and his once-dim presence became more defined.

Giuseppe, originally a supporting character, was growing into an influential figure from the affection he received. Even a lone wolf prowling around the Squire estate and birds perched on the roof benefited from her care.

As Theresa felt more affection for her world, everything in her dimension, its essence, ascended. Her world, nourished by the creator’s dedication and affection, would continue to evolve. Like the BJs who loved their worlds before, it would eventually meet its demise.

A question Beta had asked earlier crossed his mind.

Tapping on the table, lost in thought, Ozworld murmured, “Did I make a mistake?”

Initially, he liked that the content would end on January 31st. After a year of experimenting with romance broadcasting, he planned to shift to more stimulating content to attract attention.

However, contrary to his expectations, the constellations empathized with Theresa. They were enthralled by her narrative, imitating her actions, speech, magical practices, and even her dress sense. The Pantheon was now saturated with Theresa’s presence. It was an unprecedented success.

[“

… This formula could also be applied to security systems. Should I reinforce it a bit more?”]

It was fascinating how someone so absorbed in magic could provide a sense of comfort, not just to the constellations but to Ozworld himself. He liked this ease and did not want his time wasted by distractions like the Pantheon or anti-fans.

“Kike, Benito.”

At Ozworld’s call, the twin dragons appeared.

“Have you found David?”

“Not yet. He’s not in the Pantheon. We’re searching other dimensions.”

“I’ll continue looking here. You two, track down the person in the black butterfly mask.”

“Understood.”

Before the twins departed, Ozworld momentarily halted them to open a portal, clearly consuming a vast amount of coins to create this dimensional gateway.

“Is that a portal to the past?”

Correctly pinpointing a specific time to open a portal wasn’t just a matter of using coins. It was a result of combining the authority Alpha possessed. Using such a nearly cheat-level ability came with significant costs.

Ozworld felt his physical regeneration abilities diminish, but he calmly responded, “Yes. I’d like you both to go through. The adversary is too challenging for a straightforward approach.”

The twin dragons were originally ‘force-specialized characters’ from a now now-nonexistent narrative world. Even with their considerable standing in the Pantheon, they wouldn’t stand a chance against the person in the black butterfly mask, according to Ozworld’s judgment.

“I intend to use a time paradox. It’s the simplest and most reliable method.”

The twins checked the person on the screen, hidden entirely behind their mask. Could they really find that person? And why did Ozworld so confidently open a portal to a specific past?

The portal revealed a lush, beautiful empire amidst a barren desert, a stark contradiction.

“Where is this?”

“The [BJ Sand Saintess] channel.”

Ozworld looked at his arm, where life had been drained, leaving it dry as clay. It was a power he knew all too well.

“It’s also where I was born.”