I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 239  [Event] [Entrance Day] [6] More Than Girls

At last, the final group entered the scene, signifying the arrival of the Second Year Gold Class. The atmosphere in the room seemed to shift, and a sense of unease washed over the assembly. The figures leading this class seemed to draw attention and not in a positive way. My focus narrowed on three distinct individuals, their presence palpably distinct from the previous classes. I glanced over at John, whose expression mirrored the growing discomfort in the room.

”You got hit hard, John,” I commented, recalling his barely concealed grin when my placement in the Silver Class was announced.

John clicked his tongue in annoyance, his gaze fixated on his classmates. ”Itʼs a true nightmare. Those three bastards are in this class.”

I knew precisely which individuals he was referring to—two young men and a girl who were infamous for their antics.

”Best of luck dealing with that this year,” I empathized, feeling a genuine sense of pity for his predicament.

John shrugged and kept his eyes forward. ”Seems like the class compositions havenʼt changed; we were just added randomly.”

”At least that means the core plot points should remain intact,” I added, a hint of relief in my tone. It was comforting to think that the main events of the story would likely unfold as in the original game, barring any significant interference.

Johnʼs attention shifted, and he pointed at my mother. ”Is that your mom?”

I followed his gaze to my mother, who was engaged in conversation with some other teachers. ”Yeah, thatʼs her.”

”Besides the eyes, you donʼt really look like her,” John observed.

”It might be due to my Olphean blood, but Iʼm not entirely sure,” I shrugged, offering a vague explanation for the difference in our appearances.

around Christina. She was surrounded by a group of admirers, even more popular than Elona. It was an uncomfortable sight, and I began to understand Johnʼs His focus shifted again, this time landing on Christina. ”And her?”

”Thatʼs my older sister,” I replied, the sense of familial resemblance between them quite evident.

Johnʼs expression shifted to one of surprise, looking between my mother and sister. ”Your mom is so young; she could pass as your sister.”

It was a common observation given their striking similarity.

”Donʼt even think about hitting on them,” I playfully cautioned him.

He snorted. ”Coming from the guy engaged to my sister.”

A wry smile tugged at my lips, though it faded as I watched the scene unfolding around Christina. She was surrounded by a group of admirers, even more popular than Elona. It was an uncomfortable sight, and I began to understand Johnʼs overprotective tendencies when it came to his own sister.

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ʼI did, but itʼs hard to shake the feeling of unease.ʼ

I glanced at my mother, who was engaged in conversation with the other teachers. Since she had arrived with a class, it was clear she would be the homeroom teacher for a Third Year class. As it turned out, she was in charge of Dentiel Elaryonʼs class—

the Third Year Elf Pretender I had met just the day before.

”Your sister is coming,” John said before starting to retreat back but I held him by harm preventing from escaping.

”Hey!”

”Stay put, John. Youʼre Laylaʼs brother, and sheʼs my sister,” I instructed him firmly.

”Howʼs your first day, Amael?” Christina inquired, a mischievous grin on her face.

”Actually, not that great. My face seems to be a magnet for every girlʼs attention, and itʼs becoming increasingly uncomfortable,” I confessed, releasing a sigh of exasperation.

”Youʼve got to be kidding me!” Christina responded with a mix of exasperation and amusement, turning her gaze towards John. ”And youʼve already found yourself a friend?”

I interjected, clarifying Johnʼs identity. ”Iʼve mentioned it before, sister. This is John Tarmias—Laylaʼs brother and therefore, my brother-in-law.” I tapped John on the shoulder as I introduced him.

Christina playfully shook her head. ”Nah, heʼs a bit too young for my taste, little bro.”

”Then maybe let go of his hand? He looks a bit flustered,” I suggested with a smirk.

”Oh! Youʼre Laylaʼs brother?” Christina greeted John with a friendly handshake, her scrutiny evident in her gaze. ”Hmm, not bad at all. Layla must be quite the looker. Lucky, little bro.”

”Are you hitting on John, big sister?” I said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Christina playfully shook her head. ”Nah, heʼs a bit too young for my taste, little bro.”

”Then maybe let go of his hand? He looks a bit flustered,” I suggested with a smirk.

”Whatʼs with you?” John extricated his hand from Christinaʼs grip, looking slightly bewildered, before he made his way to the buffet table.

Christina raised an eyebrow at me before leaning in to whisper. ”Seems like your friend is quite the introvert.”

”You have no idea. Heʼs also a full-fledged sis-con, obsessed with his sister,” I said with a smile.

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Shut up.

”Christina!”

A voice called out to her from behind, prompting her to turn around. She shot me a quick, playful flick on the forehead before joining the person who had summoned her.

”Do you recognize her?” John returned to our little corner, a wine cup in hand.

”Of course,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the captivating girl with ebony hair and light blue eyes.

Jennyfer Eginfer.

The elder sister of Jayden and, more importantly, a [Sub-Heroine] within the [Second Game].

After escaping with her parents, she found refuge in Sancta Vedelia. In the eyes of the world, both of her younger brothers perished alongside their parents. However, here she stood, defying the odds.

Although Jennyfer wasnʼt attending classes, she was assisting one of the professors. That role did make her somewhat inaccessible.

”Could Zeus be aware of our presence here?” John squinted his eyes as he asked the question.

”Yep, Nevia told me that the creep has been keeping tabs on Jaydenʼs entire family for his own twisted purposes,” I replied with a dismissive scoff, followed by a smirk. ”So, if youʼve got a message for him, just let me know. Iʼm sure heʼll get it in a flash with Jennyfer as relay mast.”

Johnʼs red eyes gleamed with a mix of annoyance. ”How about a message like, ʼKeep your filthy hands off my sister, you son of a b*tch?ʼ”

”Thatʼs a good one, but letʼs make it a bit more colorful. Maybe throw in some insults about his harem of wives too,” I suggested, knowing how much Zeus cherished them.

”Personally, I just want him dead,” John stated, his grip on his cup tightening.

”Yeah, eventually heʼll meet his end, but remember heʼs still a God, John. Immortal to us mere mortals,” I reminded him.

”Thatʼs why youʼre aiming to become an Apostle, right? To get closer to the strength needed for this. If thatʼs the case, then go for it. Just make sure you donʼt mess it up,” John advised, glancing over at Victor who was engrossed in conversation with Celes. ”Itʼs pretty clear Victor is the favored one. He might already be Nihilʼs Apostle.”

”Iʼm well aware.”

I just need to find a way into the Holy Tree without anyone noticing. Easier said than done, but I wonʼt know unless I try.

”Whatʼs your plan for the Prophetess then?” John asked, a curious expression on his face.

”What do you mean by ʼthe Prophetessʼ?” I inquired, a bit puzzled.

John locked eyes with me. ”Once you become an Apostle, thereʼs bound to be a connection between you and the Prophetess, just like Jayden and Maria, right?”

I shook my head. ”Nah, not exactly. Nihil explained that the whole connection thing is Lumenʼs doing, something about the Apostle and Saintess thing. Nihil and Nox donʼt meddle with their feelings.”

”So, how are you planning to approach the potential Prophetess? I mean, why not use your future Apostle status to charm her and bring her over to our side?” John suggested.

I couldnʼt help but twitch my lips at his idea. ”Seriously? Do you think Iʼve got the patience to play Jayden and go after girls?”

”Itʼs for reaching the happy ending, right? Then you should do it for that sake.”

I snorted at him coldly. ”Iʼm not Jayden. I wonʼt waste my time chasing after girls I know nothing about.”

John seemed unimpressed by my response. ”Isnʼt that what you did back in Celesta? Milleia, Miranda, Layla, and Aurora...?”

Who did he think I was?

Itʼs not like I was intentionally doing any of that.

”Auroraʼs focus is her kingdom, and Milleia doesnʼt even have romantic feelings for me. Itʼs more like she needs me,” I retorted, feeling a bit defensive.

”I donʼt care about that. Laylaʼs probably head over heels for you, and Miranda too,” John persisted. ”You can just approach the Prophetess in the same way-”

”What are you talking about?” I shot back and grabbed his shirt, my patience wearing thin. ”My relationships with Layla and Miranda arenʼt some shallow game, John,” I added with a glare. ”I care about them more deeply than you could understand.”

I couldnʼt believe he was trivializing my feelings like this.

Sure, from an outsiderʼs perspective, my situation with multiple women might seem hypocritical and insincere. People would easily doubt the genuineness of my emotions. But Iʼd never considered any of these relationships lightly. They werenʼt just ʼgirlsʼ to me.

Feelings like that donʼt just appear out of thin air. There were only a handful of women with whom I truly felt that connection.

Ephera, Layla, Miranda, Persephone and...

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I clenched my teeth. ”You know what? You should seduce her, John. All those Heroines. They are all yours. Use your game knowledge to do it,” I scoffed and released my grip on Johnʼs shirt.

”Huh?” Confusion suddenly washed over me.

Ephera, Layla, Miranda, Persephone, Cleenah...

It felt like I was missing someone, like there was a name just on the tip of my tongue.

Before Ephera, maybe? But who?

No...

Wait, maybe at the same time as Ephera?

What the hell was going on in my head?

”What are you doing?”

Suddenly someoneʼs loud voice echoed in the hall gathering everyoneʼs attention.