The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses
Chapter 301 - The One Who Wished to Die for "Survival"

Chapter 301: The One Who Wished to Die for “Survival”

“Mmm...?”

Will’s kiss wasn’t a gentle brush; it lingered, his lips and tongue pressing harder against hers. It was sudden. Rough. Shuna couldn’t help but think, How did his kissing skills not improve after three women?! She’d imagined her first kiss with Will countless times, but never like this.

He was acting illogically, like a machine programmed to “respond to affection,” as if those women had trained him into this—a blind belief that returning love solved everything.

“You... Wait! I didn’t say all that so you could just manhandle me—” She pushed him away, her face flushing from her ears down. She hadn’t expected to be such a glass cannon emotionally—one kiss, and her blood pounded in her face.

What was he thinking?!

Did he think confessing meant an automatic kiss?! Shuna thought he’d understood.

“You... You don’t think I’m the type who’s just happy with kisses and hugs, do you?!” She clutched her chest, gasping, looking at Will, who had returned to his seat.

“It’s... it’s the same for all of you... What you want is... for me to love you, right? I... I can see it.”

“I’m tired. I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing. I’m giving up on this damn world and damn fate. Is that okay?”

“Anyway, all you want is affection, right? See? I can give you what you want... anything.”

He said this without looking at Shuna, his eyes lost under his damp, slightly longer brown hair. They were his deep blue, ocean-like eyes, holding secrets, but now they seemed like empty abysses, unfocused on her. He was presenting himself as “helpless,” refusing no suggestions from those who “loved him.” At this critical moment, if she suggested that, he probably wouldn’t refuse.

Unlike the “burning rock” he used to be, he still radiated affection, but it felt like the dying embers of that rock—despair, destined to fade.

“You—!” Shuna understood. Some parts of Will hadn’t changed. Just as the once mentally strong Will couldn’t be easily broken, now that he was broken and decided to do nothing, he wouldn’t easily get up again. He believed this surrender solved everything. Unfortunately, he wasn’t someone who could be coaxed out of despair with a kiss and a little sweetness. Especially not with affection, which was the very thing that broke him. How could he possibly bounce back from that?

But even so, she had to confess!

If not now, if he broke further, he might never hear her!

“Alright, I get it. For you, just praising, confessing, and telling stories isn’t enough.”

She’d told such a long story! Explained why she fell for him, their bond! She’d finally confessed after years!

“Shuna... give up. I really do think this is fine. Of course, if you want, you can take me away, imprison me elsewhere... that’s not out of the question.”

He was still compromising! Not trying to return to his old self! Not even vengeful about being tormented?!

“Fine... In the end, it is my selfish desire...”

Then she would use a method more shocking, more absolute, completely unrelated to love. The image she saw in his memory, the one mirroring herself—

“I think your despair isn’t handsome at all. Even if I kidnapped you, I wouldn’t want this version of you—like you said, Treya’s way of loving you was wrong, and you needed to correct her.”

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, he felt her strength. Lifted into the air, weightless for a moment, then slammed against the wall.

“Now, it’s my turn to correct you.”

His back hit the cold, damp bricks. Pain shot through him, followed by the chilling touch against his neck. Shuna’s new black dagger. Pressed against his collar, just above the jugular. Two, three millimeters from his lifeblood.

Death...

The death he expected from a slime. It was here.

Shuna radiated an intense, terrifying “black” seriousness. She wasn’t joking.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

Will felt his heart pound. His arm trembled.

He was more “alive” in this world now. Facing an unexpected death, he felt true fear.

“I’m telling you, you did enough. You changed them, and you changed me. Because of you, I am who I am now.”

“So, you have two choices—”

“Come with me. Sort out your head, break your death flag, teach them what real love is, and get revenge on the damn fate that played you.”

“Or... die in their love. Your mind or your body, one will be broken by them.”

The dagger against his neck trembled slightly. Will followed the blade, Shuna’s arm.

“I’m not like those women. I’ve seen my future if I lose ‘you’.”

“Since you taught me the meaning of survival—”

“If you’re no longer the person I love, no longer create the experiences I want... I’ll kill you and follow you.”

Will saw it—

As her blade pressed his throat, her other hand, holding her other dagger...

Was pressed against her own neck.

“Yes, just like this.”

That hand pressed harder. He saw a thin cut appear on her skin. Her face still held the faint blush from his kiss, but it brought no comfort, only fueled her intensity. Tears traced paths through the firelight in her black eyes. A fierce resolve to force him forward.

He wasn’t surprised. This woman—stubborn, unpredictable, logical—would absolutely kill him and herself.

She had never been “cured.” Born of death, surrounded by its shadow, she was ruthless enough to bind her life to his blade.

Perhaps none of the women who loved him were truly “not yandere,” “not dark.” Maybe Shuna was the most terrifying yandere of all. Not made by him, but from the beginning.

But...

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

Will’s heart pounded faster. Blood surged. His mind raced. But this feeling wasn’t fear.

It was... a questioning. A realization. And... a spark.

Why? This move... this pose...

Holding a blade to someone’s throat, another to your own—forcing them against a wall...

“So, have you decided? Not much time. Ten seconds. Your answer.”

Will had considered it. A slime death was pathetic. Dying here, killed by the “protagonist”... cooler.

“Ten.”

Plus, a double suicide with a beautiful girl? Not the worst ending.

But why? Why was his body, the self that thought he’d failed, that had given up...

Burning with life at this sight?!

“Nine.”

He’d seen this scene.

It was familiar.

Very. Very. Important.

You know it.

Remember!

His eyes locked onto Shuna’s face, her lips. His mind raced, uncontrolled, spitting out clues.

“Eight.”

He swallowed. He couldn’t describe the chaos in his head.

Shuna—real, colorful Shuna—bled into abstraction. Her human form dissolving into lines.

His heart hammered faster. His pulse grew erratic.

“Seven.”

A forgotten memory block unlocked. Information flooded his mind.

Shuna... became...

An unfinished CG draft...

“...Six.”

Her voice grew distorted, blurred by static. The spotlight’s harsh glare became the conference room lights. Her voice became the broken television’s static whine.

“Five...”

The thing he wanted to forget, yet never could.

In the final four seconds, facing death, he understood—a puzzle he’d pondered since arriving, the endpoint of all his quests...

He...

Had died... for this?

BEEP—

Silence. His eyes didn’t close, but the world turned white.

......

............

—”Will-bro? You okay?”

—”Seems like you’ve been out of it since that meeting this morning.”

—”This meeting is important, don’t fall asleep!”