[TS] Surviving in a Yuri Visual Novel

**Prologue Begins**

A clearly audible voice that sounded like it was being read by a voice actor.

That calm voice, like a narration, awakened my consciousness that had sunk deep into the abyss.

Huff-!

Letting out a rough breath, I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a few times, feeling a momentary dizziness. However, as soon as my mind cleared, I quickly grasped the current situation and contorted my face.

This strange feeling. An utterly unforgettable familiar sensation. How could I forget? It was exactly the same feeling I experienced when I first possessed myself in a game.

Damn it, no way, right?

Please, anyone, tell me it’s not true.

Of course, there was no response.

Without needing to ponder where I was, I understood my situation at once as I had experienced something similar before.

I had once again possessed a character in a game. Moreover, it was a sequel to the game I had previously possessed.

I had only wished to see the hero party, but I never said I wanted to be possessed.

I muttered a curse inwardly.

Crazy.

This is truly a crazy game. Why is it happening only to me?

It may sound pathetic, but I felt wronged more than anyone else. Having experienced possession, something others could not do, I would like to tell anyone who asks if I’m angry despite not liking it, “Then would you like to possess me? If you do, can you help me in any way?”

Unable to voice my thoughts, I stifled a scream internally and sighed as I recalled the players still enjoying the game normally.

For heaven’s sake, seriously. Operator, you bastard, have some conscience and bring me back!

– Ah, haha, I also want to possess a different world like the main character of a novel.

Lol, right? It’s a harem story.

No way, harem? Get lost.

As I recalled a comment I had seen somewhere, I raised an eyebrow. I’d rather those kinds of guys be possessed. I really don’t understand why this innocent me, who had been doing just fine up to college, was dragged into this.

Even if my body moved as I wished, I would cover my face with one hand.

With a gloomy expression, I looked ahead.

It seemed I was witnessing the scene just before the prologue story of the character I created, Charlotte Cyclamen.

This time, am I intuiting the past story of this character named Charlotte?

I grimaced.

Becoming a woman’s body is a problem, but even just reading a brief story summary, it was evident that she was a bleak and pitiful character. I worried that as her consciousness merged with mine, I might also become desolate.

‘More than that, the most striking thing is that.’

The sky stained red, a burning house.

Two moons hovering above and a ground soaked in blood. Having been here when I was Damien Redius, I narrowed my eyes.

The Demon World.

The atmosphere was slightly different, but this was indeed the heart of the Demon World. I could tell at once, as the atmosphere was as menacing as it had ever been.

Just then, the story announced its beginning recklessly. A calm narration began to tickle my ears.

“I sat on the ground with blood-soaked hands, clutching the corpse of my brother, who had only just been alive a moment ago, with a pale face. Where did it all go wrong? No. Perhaps I am being judged for clutching onto a destiny that was meant to be broken from the start. Even if it was family, I shouldn’t have trusted them. At least I thought I had a family that, while not ordinary, was happy. A family overflowing with love, even if it wasn’t happy. I regarded my parents as magnificent and proud for having achieved that impossible love between humans and Mazoku, despite others pointing fingers at us. But what returned was the cold punishment of my mother’s betrayal.”

Against my will, my mouth opened, and my tightly clenched hands trembled.

“Why… why did you do this? Father, Karl, Shari… and me! Didn’t you say you loved us, that you would protect us? Was that love just this? Huh? Mother!”

Standing before me, with a sword glowing red from the blood of the family member who had been alive just a moment ago, was a woman. No, Charlotte Cyclamen hurled questions filled with resentment and hatred at her.

The woman was a beautiful figure, with black hair just like Charlotte’s.

She looked down at me with a mechanical expression devoid of emotion, then knelt and lowered her gaze, meeting my eyes directly.

Her strangely blood-red eyes stared back at me. As our gazes locked, my body trembled against my will. Of course. I may not remember, but Charlotte had just fought a brutal battle with this woman and had been defeated.

My head might not remember, but my body remembers. The fear. The woman quietly spoke my name.

“Charlotte.”

I gritted my teeth.

After killing everyone, now she pretended to care about me in a disgusting manner. I shouted with a face full of disdain, gripping the sword I held tighter.

“Don’t call my name with that filthy mouth!”

My eyes were bloodshot. The woman flinched at my outburst.

She quickly returned to her usual expressionless face, as if she hadn’t been startled at all. Watching that, I lowered my head, let go of the sword I had been holding, and let out a hollow laugh.

“Haha, it’s not even funny. If you’re going to kill me, then do it. Pity? Comfort? What is that, love-hate? After killing all of us, what significance would there be in being the only one to survive?”

After mocking the woman who had once been my mother, the narration continued to spill the story.

“In a world where pure-blooded Mazoku thrived, I endured a life of discrimination, even as a mixed blood blessed with great power, because I had family and siblings. And I resolved to protect everyone with my own hands. But what is the result? Nothing remains. Nothing. Absolutely nothing remains. My heart, betrayed by someone so precious to me, was already in tatters. In such a state, there was no way Charlotte, who had battled her mother, could have continued fighting.”

The blood-soaked sword stained with the woman’s blood fell to the ground. I forced a smile as I spoke.

“I can’t muster any strength in my body. So just kill me now. Before I kill you with my own hands, you can kill me with yours.”

“…That’s not your decision to make….”

“If you are my mother, even if you’re decaying, shouldn’t you grant the last wish of your pitiful daughter who wants to die by your hand?”

“….”

The woman hesitated, then ultimately closed her mouth. It was a sign of rejection. As if I expected that, I smiled in anguish.

That was a response fitting for her. The consistency in her actions was laughable at this point.

I laughed hollowly.

Tilting my head slightly, I stared directly into her eyes and asked.

“Did you enjoy it? Watching your child struggle without being a real child?”

“….”

“It must have been amusing. You must have laughed at all my futile struggles.”

I looked up at the sky as I poured out the words I had kept bottled inside.

“Before dying, I looked up at the sky, begging the goddess who doesn’t grant my wishes. Goddess of the Mazoku, is this punishment because you dislike me, a half-Mazoku? Is my foolishness what leads you, goddess, to punish me? Embracing the corpse of my dear brother, which has grown cold in the merciless rain, is my wailing filled with grief and sorrow so dreadful? Have you disregarded your Mazoku pride, making such a foolish display of myself a reason to ignore my pleas?”

My voice trembled as if pleading for salvation.

“…Answer me.”

Of course, there was no response. Salvation does not exist, and gods are merely figments of imagination. That kind of thing never existed from the beginning.

“If you exist in reality. If you are not a mere imaginary being. Goddess Lucifel, who has power surpassing even the Demon King to rule over the Mazoku, please grant the foolish half-Mazoku’s wish. If you desire, I will offer you my flesh and soul. If you want me to lick your feet, I will. If you request for me to bow my head, I will do so. So please. Please, save my brother and father. Unlike me, a murderer who has taken many lives, they have done nothing wrong.”

The goddess remained silent.

I stared at the woman whom I thought of as my mother with empty eyes. The woman paused and then bit her lip.

“I didn’t expect you to make that face.”

Did she at least have a shred of pity for her daughter? I didn’t think she had any such feelings left. No, perhaps all of this was merely a hallucination experienced by me as I neared death.

That made me want to ask more.

“What did family mean to you? Huh? Just a toy you could toss aside after having?”

“To me, family is….”

Just as the woman, deep in thought, was about to open her mouth at last, a new figure appeared.

Who’s that?

I made an expression of shock at the climax of this dysfunctional family drama, only to turn my attention to the newly arrived character. She appeared to be a female Mazoku, but she was too alien an existence to be considered a pure-blood.

She clearly took on a human form, yet the atmosphere she radiated instilled fear, making my pupils dilate involuntarily. My body stiffened with terror.

My teeth clattered together violently. A new monster had emerged.

I had never seen or heard of a Mazoku like her.

How far in the past could this character be that someone entirely unfamiliar was coming into play? I thought it might be new plot bait as I carefully observed the woman.

“Hmm.”

The woman approached me directly, harshly grasped my chin, looking around before revealing a clearly disappointed expression. Then, treating me like a toy that had lost her interest, she tossed me aside.

“Cough…!”

“Was it a failure after all? That’s unfortunate. Is your mind so shattered by such little trauma?”

The woman spoke incomprehensible words, and despite her short time of arrival, she turned her back without hesitation and casually declared.

“Rose. Since she’s your daughter, you handle her. If you kill her, bring back the corpse… hmmm, if you have any shred of sympathy left, sealing her is also okay.”

“!”

“It’s a reward. But there will be no next time. Make sure to handle it.”

“…I shall obey the command of the goddess.”

Both the one who casually bestows such things as rewards and the one who accepts it without a moment’s hesitation are equally insane, I knew that well.

At least tell me your name before you go.

As I pursued the departing figure of the woman who walked away without regret, the magic circle engraved beneath my feet began to shine.

Suddenly, the magic circle started to move.

I opened my eyes wide.

Sealing magic.

That was definitely sealing magic.

While I stared at it blankly, I suddenly realized that the magic circle beneath my feet was sealing magic and shouted urgently.

“Don’t seal me in a grotesque manner, just kill me! Kill me! If you give me leeway, I will certainly kill you…!”

“Kill her.”

“…?”

“If she dies at your hands, I would be satisfied. If you are released from this seal, you are free to come and kill me at any time.”

Come to judge me, the sinner, the woman added.

Unlike me, who was taken aback by her unexpected action, she shed a single tear and offered her apology.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. You, Karl, Shari… even your father.”

“What does that mean… ugh!!”

Before I had a chance to respond, dozens of chains emerged from the magic circle and began to bind my mouth and body. Without a moment’s chance to resist the powerful chains of mana, my body gradually became bound.

The chains led me to despair.

Clank, clank. No matter how much I struggled and resisted, the strength of the chains only grew stronger. In the end, as I experienced the very separation of Charlotte’s body from the world, I muttered.

Operator, you bastard.

The prologue of the character Charlotte Cyclamen ended with a sense of existential emptiness.

[The prologue story, ‘Truth Hidden Behind Lies,’ has ended.]

[The next story will proceed in quest format, and you must clear quests to obtain hints for returning to your original world. If you wish, it’s also fine not to return this time.]

Thus, my consciousness once again fell into darkness.

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