Became a Villain Heroine in a Harem Story

It goes without saying, but I didn’t think he would just accept my request for an apology.

First of all, it was the very next day after I had said harsh words to his childhood friend, and from others’ perspective, I was nothing but a mental patient.

Do you have the courage to take the hand of a mental patient who offers an apology and extends their hand?

I dare say that most people probably don’t have such courage.

Again, it goes without saying, but that kind of courage—the courage to accept an apology directed at oneself without any suspicion—that ordinary people don’t have, the protagonist had.

As expected, I dislike this person.

He was disgusting.

He seemed to live in a different world from me.

He took my hand.

Although I’m feeling the warmth of a person after quite a long time, I felt surprisingly nothing, to the point of bewilderment.

Let’s get gloves next time. The act of feeling someone else’s hand with skin was definitely not something to do while sober.

…Well, I wasn’t exactly sober right now either.

“So something did happen yesterday, after all.”

“…Huh?”

“Someone who can apologize for their mistakes the very next day isn’t a bad person. Usually.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s not always the case, but that’s my experience.”

I’m sorry, but this time your experience seems to be wrong. And quite significantly so.

Contrary to your expectations, I’m not a good person, and the reason I apologized to you was to fulfill the status window’s instructions, not particularly because I felt sorry for you.

“But, the direction of the apology is wrong.”

“…”

“I’m fine, so tell her directly. She’s not a bad person despite her manner of speech, so she’ll accept it.”

“I got it.”

“Becoming friends comes after that!”

How can such words and actions come from someone with that face and appearance?

While looking like a typical decadent pretty boy, his personality is exactly like the passionate protagonist full of goodwill that often appears in boy’s comics.

Would it be easier to understand if I said his hair color would suit red better than white?

This conversation confirmed it even more. That I am a being that cannot mix with such colors. The more we get entangled, the more it will only ruin our moods.

A hedgehog with all its spines raised, and a human like a slime that can embrace others no matter how sharp they are.

The end of these two is already determined.

In the end, the slime bursts when pricked by the hedgehog’s spines.

No, you’re going to burst it, right? Why did you phrase it as if the hedgehog unintentionally pricked the other? When you did it on purpose.

…Ah.

I immediately checked the time and ran to the exam venue.

I had spent too much time.

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Upon arriving at the exam venue, I immediately assessed the atmosphere.

If what I confirmed yesterday was correct, there had been no reporting about the murder at all.

The academy might have exercised power directly over the media, or directly intervened in the incident to remove the corpse before anyone witnessed it.

In a situation where local public safety is extremely unstable, the anger of the people… that is, the social atmosphere that, like a pot that never cools down until someone dies once an incident occurs, does not forgive the academy’s mistakes.

In an ability society, the most tempting prey for those at the bottom is ultimately ability users and the places that manage them.

A murder case that occurred in the midst of such a whirlpool of chaos.

An academy teacher was killed by an ability, and there is no evidence about the murderer.

We cannot arrest them.

If they announce that, what will the ignorant masses do to them?

They grab the victims, hang them, and burn them. They burn them for a long time. Until someone else dies.

There are no stones thrown at me, the perpetrator. The masses don’t even care who killed the teacher in the first place.

A free ticket for stone-throwing has been issued, so they throw stones. Why are you trying to deduce? You throw too. Quickly. It’s fun!

What is true and what is false doesn’t particularly matter. All they need is a pile of firewood to burn right now.

What a wonderful world to live in!

While I sat quietly waiting, the exam papers were distributed.

The subject was ethics.

It’s just a minimal personality test that most people, unless they are intellectually disabled, will pass with 100 points.

‘It’s chaotic.’

There exists something called an inherent atmosphere that humans cannot hide. Most people who have worked in society would agree or have felt it.

The atmosphere usually felt from those humans becomes disturbed due to some event.

For example, making a mistake at work… having a problem in daily life… humans change due to such trivial catalysts.

That’s why the atmosphere of [Mimic], who is supervising this exam, is extremely hostile.

[Mimic]

Yu Uihyeon, Academy Professor.

The ability to transform into someone else by consuming their hair and nails. An ability similar to mice in folklore.

‘She can’t copy abilities anyway.’

Not a subject to keep in check. Her ability is shoddy, her mental strength is weak, and she doesn’t have a significant role in the main scenario.

She just had a unique childish appearance and a personality somewhat similar to the so-called ‘mesugaki’ trait, so the fandom drew a lot of fan art.

But now, that playful personality seemed to have almost evaporated.

Certainly, when someone around you dies, people generally change. Right now, in my eyes, there’s one more person who has changed because someone around them died.

I slowly looked at my hands.

Clean white skin without a single wound was visible.

And it was red. Something indelibly red had stained my hands.

It will only get darker from now on, right?

Cough-

I coughed in the quiet exam room, then focused on the exam again.

Several piercing gazes concentrated on me.

If they react sensitively even in such a simple ethics test, those bastards honestly don’t seem like they’ll pass this test.

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As time passed, the exam ended.

Of course, my score was 100 points.

Processing on-site through a computerized method, the world has improved.

Some idiots who didn’t pass will be dragged to mandatory educational facilities that take 2 to 10 hours or more.

While watching boring educational videos.

My not-so-good mood seemed to have become a bit more pleasant.

I rolled my eyes slightly to observe the surroundings. The teachers’ mood still showed no signs of improvement. The other two teachers I had seen in the administrative office were scrutinizing students who failed the ethics test with sharp eyes.

It seems they’re considering academy students as suspects as well.

No, is that a given?

‘Status window.’

: Yes.

‘Can you offer [Jamming] as a reward next time?’

: I’ll try, but what for?

‘If my activity radius expands, it’s good for you too, right?’

The status window was silent.

In another sense, it’s affirmation.

That is, it seems to be saying that it plans to expand my activity radius to the city later.

I was just testing the waters, but I didn’t expect it to be caught so easily.

Actually, I don’t need it.

Because I’ve ended up in a position where I have to follow its orders regardless.

If you decide to abandon free will, abandon it thoroughly.

Ambiguous girl…

Girl…? Is that right? No, guy? I’m not sure.

How much time had passed like that?

I had a feeling that something interesting was about to happen, and because I disliked bumping into others at the crowded exit, I sat in my seat and waited a bit.

As expected, my feeling wasn’t wrong.

Someone shouted.

Very loudly.

Loud enough for everyone to turn around.

“Just capture and lock them all up—!!!”

“Uihyeon… calm down a bit…”

“Do I look calm right now?!”

“Lower your voice. Do you think you’re the only one feeling like shit? Does the academy look like it’s sitting idle?”

“…”

The teacher who shouted was [Mimic], and the man stopping her seems to be [Perfect Memory]. Their names are Uihyeon and Sayu? Is that right?

Ah, this is fun. Fun.

It’s too unfair if I’m the only one falling off a cliff.

So, I’d like others to experience it a little too. Just because.

I know.

This mindset is very wicked. It can hardly be called human thinking.

Normal humans would think that they don’t want others to experience such terrible things… I know! I know!

Even so, I think I’d be happier seeing people in misfortune rather than seeing them happy. Because the elements that can make me happy can no longer be found in this world.

So.

I want all of you to become just like me.

Until I undo everything… don’t show happy faces in front of me.

Okay? Please.

I slowly got up from my seat and headed outside, mixing with the crowd.

While looking back.

With a face full of amusement.

Why? I felt somewhat joyful. I thought I wouldn’t be able to feel that kind of emotion.

And how many seconds had passed?

My mood worsened again.

‘Do I… really have to apologize?’

I don’t particularly feel like apologizing to that pink-haired prostitute.