Villainous Me: Help! The heroines are yanderes!
Chapter 71 - 70: The first time we met[GTG]

Chapter 71: Chapter 70: The first time we met[GTG]

The sun beat down mercilessly on the sandy shore, a stark contrast to the playful chill harbored by the ocean breeze.

Whoosh

Puuu

Whoosh

The wind whispered secrets through the leaves and branches of the trees leaning precariously over the water’s edge.

The waves, a rhythmic symphony of turquoise and white, crashed tirelessly upon the beach, leaving behind a frothy tapestry dotted with glistening seashells.

A young boy, no older than five, grinned triumphantly as he clutched a peculiar pink seashell in his grubby hand.

His face, a canvas splashed with sunlight filtering through the leaves, was framed by a mess of ink-black hair.

His eyes, the color of vibrant rubies, shone with an intensity that spoke of a life far more weathered than his tender years. His clothes, tattered and stained, bore silent witness to countless scrapes and scavenging expeditions.

"Another great find," he muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the ocean’s roar. But this seashell... this one was different. It had a strange, curling top that piqued his curiosity. "Sigh, this one looks weird," he tossed it aside with a dismissive flick of his wrist, his attention already snagged by another sight.

Perched precariously on a low-hanging branch, not of a tree but of the sand itself, sat a young girl. Her obsidian hair, the color of a moonless night, cascaded down her back, and her eyes held an unsettling depth. The pupils, like swirling galaxies, seemed to hold the secrets of the universe within them.

"Who are you, and what are you doing on my spot?" the boy demanded, his voice surprisingly firm for one so small.

Sunlight dappled his chubby cheeks, highlighting the grime that clung stubbornly to his face. He squinted at the girl, his ruby eyes narrowed in suspicion.

The girl met his gaze with an unflinching stare. "I’m waiting for someone," she said simply, her voice devoid of emotion.

They were mirror images of each other, these two children. Both no more than five years old, both harboring an air of mystery that belied their age. The boy, however, was all fire and bluster, while the girl was a well of cool indifference.

"What’s wrong with your eyes?" the boy blurted out, unable to contain his curiosity. A slight grimace flickered across his face.

The girl’s response was swift and sharp. "Not your business," she snapped, her gaze hardening. "Go play with your stupid seashells."

A heavy silence descended upon them, broken only by the relentless rhythm of the waves. The girl expected some retort, some childish defiance, but the boy remained silent. Then, a sound startled her - a soft whimper that morphed into a choked sob.

She whipped her head around to find the boy, his smile replaced by a heartbreaking frown, tears tracing glistening paths down his dusty cheeks. "Why are you crying?" she began, but before she could finish her question, the boy tossed the seashell he’d been holding onto the sand and walked away, his small figure disappearing into the dense foliage of the forest.

The girl watched him go, a flicker of unease flickering across her face. After a while, she stood and walked towards the discarded seashell, its peculiar multicolored surface gleaming in the sunlight. She picked it up, turning it over in her hand.

"Who was he?" she whispered, her voice barely a murmur. "And why couldn’t I see his fate?"

...

Ryan jolted awake with a gasp, his vision blurry and disoriented. His mind, a chaotic storm of questions, clawed for answers. Who was the girl? Who was the boy? Why did they feel so familiar? The dream, so vivid and detailed, clung to him like a second skin.

Slurp~

A strange noise cut through the fog clouding his mind. His senses, slowly returning, picked up a slurping sound. He blinked, forcing his eyes open, and a shock of pink hair filled his vision. Not only that, but he could feel something... something moving in his mouth.

Panic surged through him as he focused his vision. Fair skin, that’s all he could make out. Then, whatever was in his mouth pulled away, revealing a girl with vibrant pink hair.

"Huh...?" he muttered, his voice hoarse. His eyes widened in horror as recognition slammed into him. It was the pink-haired girl.

But where was he? He looked around, taking in the dark, unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn’t the dilapidated building, that much was certain. Fear coiled in his gut, a cold serpent tightening its grip.

"What?... How is this possible?" the girl gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and fury. "How did you escape my hold?"

A surge of anger washed over him. Memories of his last encounter with the girl flooded back. His chest tightened, a strange, translucent liquid staining his trouser. He found himself sprawled on a plush chair, the girl perched on his lap.

Reacting on instinct, he took advantage of her surprise. He lunged forward, landing a solid punch on her jaw. She crumpled to the side, unconscious.

He stared at his hands, his breath ragged. For some reason, he felt stronger, faster, more alive than ever before.

"System," he said tentatively, his voice echoing in the silence.

A cold, emotionless voice filled the room. "[Yes]"

"Show me my stats," he demanded, flexing his fingers, testing the newfound power coursing through him.

The response materialized in his mind, a digital interface only he could see.

[Conquest System

User: Ryan Evans.

Level: 11.

Age: 19.

Occupation: Student.

Race: Demi God.

Title: Son of Light.

Quirk: Shadow.

Affinity: Light [(God tier) (First affinity unlocked)].

Strength: 398.

Mana: 500/500.

Agility: 798.

Charm: 723.

Intelligence: 698.

Stamina: 435.

Conquered: Lyra Mildred, Scarlet Nexus.

Fate points: 640.

System points: Equivalent to life points.

Life points: 382days.

Skills: Shadow Clone [Level 1] (A shadow quirk skill): This ability allows the user to be able to manipulate space and time to create a duplicate of themselves. This duplicate would be completely under the control of the user though possessing cognizance, and user would be able to communicate with said duplicate telepathically. However, it is not advice for user to link with said duplicate as emotions and feelings would also be linked.

Number of clones: 0/5. (Note: The number of clones created also equates the rate of mana consumption.

Mana consumption: 0.5mana/1 second.

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