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I felt a different range of emotions going through me at the moment, trying to handle this new situation I was in. ‘Aurelia is the villainess of the otome game I enjoyed playing. She never had a good ending even if the heroine got a bad ending. She is a character not allowed to have happiness. I am here now but I won’t let my fate in the game happen to me.’ I was squeezing the covers on top of me tightly to the point my knuckles whiten. I wouldn’t allow myself to die just because I was the villainess. I will survive and find a happy ending.

Something gives eventually! Next Chapter: Aurora is aging faster now. The stress taking toll. The daily battles wearing her down. And she realizes something terrible. She's not just gambling daily. She's dying slowly. The immunity is killing her. The protection is destroying her. And soon. Very soon. The gambling ends. Not because they leave. But because she dies. And in dying. Facing the final test. The ultimate gamble. The Absolute's last chance. Her last refusal. The end. Can you really die peaceful when you've spent years being forgotten daily? Or does the loneliness follow you into death?

Watashi wa sekai ga watashitachi o tomenai koto o yakusoku shimasu, watashi wa sekai ga watashitachi o tome rarenai yō ni suru koto o yakusoku shimasu, watashi wa sora no hoshi ga kagayaki, anata o shiawaseni suru subete no tsuyo-sa de anata o aisuru koto o yakusoku shimasu. That was a game that completely took me out of my mind, one that made me take pictures of it because something in it made me noise for three things: it was a recent promise, it was written in traditional Japanese that not everyone handled correctly and by the strokes, it was most likely written by a woman.

After a lengthy explanation and an even longer lecture from the officers, the whole fiasco ended with a 500-dollar fine. By the time they walked out of the station, the sky was streaked with the last light of sunset. Kyle's phone rang. "Mr. Wyatt, we have a problem. The project Anya's team was handling just blew up. You need to get back here now! "The client is at the office, and they're furious..." Before Kyle could ask any questions, there was a burst of static on the other end, and the call dropped.

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She wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be. The Game Is Almost Over Ava scrolled through the latest article. A small smirk tugged at her lips. Claire was breaking. Adrian was fighting. And soon? Very soon—one of them would fall. And when they did? Ava would be waiting to take what was left. She leaned back, eyes gleaming. "Checkmate," she whispered.

“No.” Facing the mirror, Ryan held her by the waist, kissing her neck. Surprised, he asked, “Why not?” “Their ending was terrible,” she said, eyes glossy. “Then let’s give them a new ending. Say they didn’t die. You’re married Rinco, I’m married Kuki. Tonight’s our farewell. Our last night before returning to our own lives…” Seraphina laughed, “People who cheat never have a last time.” Ryan agreed—which is why those two stayed tangled till the bitter end.

I heard their voices—soft, loving, and filled with longing—rise together behind me: “Take care of yourself. Don’t be afraid. We’ll see each other again.” The mechanical voice chattered cheerfully in my ear: > 【Congratulations, player Nina, on completing The Happy Home instance with a perfect ending. You’ve earned 100 points.】 > 【Bonus: First Clear achievement unlocked! Additional 500 points awarded.】 But I didn’t listen. I just stared greedily through the light, at the fading silhouettes beyond the gate—until my gaze locked on one figure.

To trade my own ending for their freedom. Having spoken, I slowly closed my eyes and waited for the darkness to claim me. But the expected pain and oblivion never came. Instead, a burst of radiant, golden light erupted at my feet. It swept across the rooftop, then cascaded through the entire hospital! The light was profoundly warm, never blinding, carrying a sense of divine compassion. The system's voice, now stripped of its coldness, resonated in every ear. [Congratulations, Player Cassidy. Your choice has triggered this instance's one and only hidden ending—Divine Redemption.

Pixel by pixel, he broke apart, crumbling into nothing. No screams. No fight. Just silence as he scattered into data dust and vanished. He... definitely looked dead. His crew followed right after, erased like sand in the wind. All of it over in three seconds flat. [Interference cleared.] That colossal voice boomed in my head again—this time... confused. "...My milk?" I froze, staring at the cup. Half gone. My throat locked up, eyes stinging. Game over. "Sir... your milk spilled!" My voice cracked.