How to Survive as the Horror Game Villain’s Fake Fiancée - Chapter 175

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.

He was usually so soft with her that she had forgotten it for a while, but his essence was an indescribable being that had rooted itself in the inner core from the beginning of this world, cast all its stems across the horizon, and breathed in the celestial bodies above the sky as if they were air.

If a being like that had judged this to be a crisis and handed all control authority over to her, then just how powerful was the being that had invaded? She could not even begin to guess.

‘Could two of something like that even exist in this world in the first place?’

Even Segleninde’s clones did not possess the same power as him. She had never heard of another individual, and he had said there was none. If so, this situation was strange.

Cynthia’s two legs gradually came to a stop. At that moment, she felt a sense of déjà vu.

If there was a being strong enough to rival Segleninde, yet dangerous to her, wasn’t it his past self?

Ding—

“…What?”

A familiar sound, one she had forgotten until now, rang out.

Cynthia, who had stopped completely on the stairs leading upstairs, gasped for breath and lifted her head. A message window floated up like a hologram before her eyes, and letters appeared over it.

You have found the correct answer!
The memory of the current villainous mastermind, ‘Segleninde’, has been completely reset.

“What?”

This is the process of settling the debt the mastermind, ‘Segleninde’, owes to this world.
The ‘Will of the World’ intends to collect that debt and correct all principles of this world.

Her hands and feet went cold. It felt as if the blood moving through her veins had stopped.

The message window gave her a more detailed explanation.

Segleninde’s memories had been completely deleted, and even his memories of being with her until now, and of trying to cast aside his identity as a harmful being to become harmless, had been erased. He had fully returned to the old mastermind Segleninde.

She could not believe it. She did not want to believe it.

Cynthia Margareta Wincastle, what will you do?

“What do you mean, what will I do!”

At the question that seemed to mock her, she had no time to think of anything else.

She turned back the way she had come, moving even faster than when she had been heading to the Sky Garden. She had thought it strange that she had not seen a single creature of the mansion properly on her way here, and it turned out they had all gone to stop Segleninde.

There was no way beings originally created by Segleninde would have failed to notice that something’s wrong with him. Melissa, the other maids, everyone in this mansion had gone to block their master in order to protect her.

To block him, who had lost his memories and even forgotten his love…

“This makes no sense, it makes no sense! Why now, after everything!”

The Will of the World or whatever it called itself, she had never heard of such a thing. How could a world have a will?

She had experienced enough absurd things since coming here, and she had thought there would probably be more things to surprise her as she stayed with him, but it should not have been in this way of all things.

Now, when he had finally decided to become a harmless being who harmed no one. When he had decided to live only by breathing in love.

Ding—

All you have to do is accept it.
Such is the price for holding the mastermind, ‘Segleninde’, in your heart.

“Shut up, get lost!”

She punched away the message window floating before her eyes like a taunt, and when she hurriedly reached the first-floor corridor, sharp noises bursting one after another from the direction of the banquet hall struck her ears.

Cynthia ran forward, forcing herself not to look at the scraps of flesh, remnants, and fragments of something scattered messily before the wide-open doors.

And the moment she finally reached the banquet hall.

“What is this.”

In the middle of the creature servants who had already been destroyed or collapsed from injuries that could not be dealt with, Segleninde stood, holding Melissa by the neck as the petals on her head drooped limply.

Smiling far too brightly.

“I don’t remember holding a banquet, but guests have already arrived? How rude of me. I’ve shown you an unsightly scene.”

Cynthia swallowed her panting breaths. A chill ran down her spine, and her whole body trembled.

In the air where the scent of blood pulsed thickly, an instinctive sense of danger instantly shot up to the top of her head. Though she was looking at a familiar smile, only an unfamiliar, alien sensation froze her heart. And so, she knew.

That man was not her husband, that ‘Sellie’. He was the one who had killed her throughout countless repetitions of time, no, even before that.

He was ‘Segleninde’ from before he first met her.