I'm The Wrong Guy In The Wrong World : It's An Otome Game?

I just... killed a human.

My hand slowly lifted. The warmth of that blue fire still lingered, as if the traces of magic hadn't completely faded. Around me, only ashes remained. The bandit who had once screamed in rage was now no more than a shadow of charcoal scattered by the night wind.

And not just that...

I also gave the order for Genesis to finish off the rest. All of them... without hesitation.

My hand trembled slightly—whether from leftover magical energy or something deeper, I wasn't sure. A strange feeling. Alien. Indescribable.

Slowly, I clenched my fist tightly.

"It's fine..."

I forced my mind to accept it. This was another world. A world where not only monsters posed a threat. Sometimes, humans could be worse than demons.

I had to adapt. More than that... I had to become someone who could survive.

Krauk!

The sound of bones snapping echoed from behind. Genesis... had started eating the human corpses one by one.

I closed my eyes briefly and let out a long sigh.

"That... makes me nauseous," I muttered, covering my nose as I headed toward a room on the left side of their wooden barracks.

Apolo's voice echoed in my head.

"No... I still have a shred of humanity left," I replied flatly, trying to hide the nausea rising in my throat.

I pushed open the rotten wooden door—its hinges creaked quietly. Inside, there was no one. Just a small room with a table, chair, and an old iron chest standing out in the corner.

One thing was certain—a place like this wasn't just a hideout, but a treasure stash.

"Let's see... just how productive these rats were before becoming dinner."

I placed my hand on the chest, ready to open it.

Krek!

The wooden chest opened, revealing a modest stash: 520 silver coins, 24 gold coins, and a few low-grade mana stones. No weapons, artifacts, or other valuable items. It seemed the bandits only stored money and basic necessities.

Apolo commented in his usual dry tone.

"Well, that's surprising," I muttered, squinting.

My right eye began to glow golden. I opened the inventory menu and automatically transferred everything inside the chest.

"Damn... Can I do all this—telekinesis, opening inventory, analyzing targets—without making my right eye glow like a golden lantern?" I grumbled, rubbing my temple.

Apolo quipped casually.

I exhaled softly and turned to leave. Outside, Genesis had devoured every last piece of the bandits. Not a single intact body part remained. Upon seeing me, the creature jogged over and curled up like a dog that had just finished dinner.

I patted his head—hard as titanium. Whether or not he could actually feel my touch, Genesis began to purr softly.

"Alright, Genesis. Since your dinner party's over, time to head back. And... hey, make sure you don't fight with the 'walking fertilizer' back in Stargazer again," I said with a smirk.

Khungg!

Genesis purred quietly, as if understanding my words.

After sending Genesis back through the teleport gate, Apolo and I followed, returning straight to the Lucien estate.

That strange feeling still lingered. The scent of death, the bandits' screams that vanished in an instant. My body was still warm, but inside... I felt cold.

"Guess I need a shower... then straight to bed."

—-

A few hours after Rey left the bandits' hideout...

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Footsteps echoed on the cold stone path. A group of dark-robed men slowly emerged from the bushes and shadows of the dense forest.

"What is this...?" one of them muttered, lowering his hood. His grayish hair flowed down, face wrinkled like an old man—but the aura around him suggested his age didn't match his appearance.

"What is it, Bans? Do you sense something?" his companion asked, glancing warily.

Bans examined the area with a sharp gaze. "There are no significant traces of magic... No. Just a faint magical residue—but other than that, it's completely empty."

He walked slowly to the center of the massacre site, gazing at the blood-stained dry earth.

"This doesn't make sense. Whoever did this... managed to erase almost all traces. No bodies. No mana residue. Only blood remains."

One of them knelt, touching the still-damp soil. "The bodies really are gone. No smell of rot or decay either. Were they... eaten?"

"We need to report this to the Leader," Bans hissed seriously. "If someone out there can wipe out an entire bandit group without leaving a trace and hide their magic signature to this extent... we're dealing with someone far from ordinary."

Without wasting time, the cloaked group lit a fire and burned the remains of the bandits' settlement—erasing all remaining evidence.

Then, like shadows, they disappeared into the dark forest.

—-

Knock! Knock!

A soft knock echoed at the door, slowly rousing me from sleep. Unlike usual, it seemed I'd overslept today.

"Young Master, are you still asleep?" Bernicia's flat voice came from behind the door.

I rose from bed, rubbed my face briefly, then opened the door. As it swung open, Bernicia looked slightly startled to see my still-groggy face. She quickly bowed, her hands fidgeting at the hem of her maid uniform.

Damn... After struggling with the strange feelings from last night's first kill, now I had to face another awkward moment—a direct encounter with Bernicia.

I sighed inwardly. Sometimes, life felt like a series of annoying events with no break.

"What is it, Bernicia?" I asked with a raspy morning voice, exhaling.

"Um... the cotton candy machine you ordered from the blacksmith has arrived. They're waiting at the front gate," she replied softly, still bowing.

"Alright..."

I walked past Bernicia, still in my crumpled pajamas, with no intention of showering or changing. Just didn't feel like it right now.

The cotton candy machine was finally done. I immediately told the guards to take it to the back storage—which I had cleared out and now officially dubbed my Alchemist Laboratory.

Some maids gave the cylindrical hand-cranked device weird looks, maybe thinking I was building a torture tool or demonic artifact. But I ignored them.

All preparations were complete. My plan was clear: mass-produce cotton candy and make it Lucien's pride product.

That was... the expectation.

But I forgot one crucial thing. One basic mistake that could ruin everything.

Sugar.

Yes, pure sugar on this continent was insanely expensive. I had completely forgotten this was a medieval world—where spices, including sugar, were luxury goods only wealthy merchants and high-ranking nobles could afford.

Sugar trade was exclusively controlled by the Western Duke via sea routes. In a remote area like Lucien, sugar wasn't just expensive—it was a luxury.

"I... am such an idiot," I muttered, slumping in the corner of my unused lab.

No production. No cotton candy. Just me, still in pajamas, curled up like an office worker who'd just been dishonorably fired on their first day.

For a moment, I pictured Alira's laughing face while spinning the crank to make endless cotton candy... She even joked about making a bed out of it.

But now, all of it was just... a dream.

"Apolo, can you summon a device that generates unlimited sugar?" I muttered, looking blankly at the floating orb.

Apolo's usual deadpan tone was as annoying as ever.

"What should I do..." I muttered, lying on the floor and staring blankly at the lab ceiling.

Apolo's voice tried to offer a suggestion, though it still felt like subtle mockery.

"Rejected," I replied flatly. "I want to develop this territory using the resources available here..."

If I relied too much on Stargazer technology—which clearly didn't belong in this world—the risks would be too great. Better to take a gradual, stable approach.

Generally, the common sweetener on this continent was honey. Easier to obtain from the nearby forests. But making cotton candy with honey? That... would be very difficult.

The main ingredient for cotton candy is pure sucrose found in granulated sugar. Honey? It's mostly fructose, which has a much lower melting point. In short, if heated, honey caramelizes—even burns—before it can form fibrous strands.

Not to mention the difference in viscosity. Honey contains high moisture levels. And that... would ruin the final product.

I walked out of the lab with a weary expression, slowly closing its door behind me.

Quite pathetic. First day as an alchemist—and I already failed. It felt like being fired on day one of a new job.

Wandering the mansion halls, I spotted Bernicia approaching from the opposite direction.

I walked past her in silence. Dealing with awkwardness wasn't something I had the energy for.

"Young Master... is something wrong?" Bernicia spoke softly, head lowered as usual.

"Don't." I sighed. "Don't talk to me if you can't even look at me." My tone came out harsher than intended.

Bernicia flinched slightly. "I-I'm sorry..." she said, bowing even deeper.

"Damn it... stop pretending to care," I muttered just loud enough to hear. "If you hate me for my past mistakes, just say so."

Rubbing my temple, I walked off, leaving Bernicia alone in the hallway.

"Damn... I'm having trouble controlling my emotions."

Rather than endure the awkwardness around her, maybe it's better to keep my distance. Though my words sounded harsh... whatever.

I was stuck in my own mess I hadn't sorted out. Caring about others when I couldn't even face myself... was just exhausting.

Back in my room, I collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Apolo's voice broke the silence.

"So...?" I replied lazily, not even turning my head.

"You're right, Apolo..." I closed my eyes. "This world... holds endless possibilities. There's magic, and species and plants I've never seen in my life."

I slowly sat up from the bed. Just because I failed to produce cotton candy once didn't mean it was all over. There were still other paths. Experiments. Methods. Alternatives. That... is science.

"I guess... I should apologize to Bernicia later." I ran a hand through my hair and looked out the window. The sky was turning crimson—as if signaling that the journey ahead... was still far from over.