The Romance Fantasy Novel MC is Only Into Me

All the pieces fit together.
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gung—!
Surrounded by overwhelming magical power, Marigold looked like she was about to bring about the end of this world.

But now, he wasn’t afraid anymore. Because he knew he was the master of this dream. Because he knew this was the nightmare phenomenon.
‘What unimplemented data was there among the knight skills?’
Ransell thought for a moment and then drew his sword.

A quiet smile formed on his lips.
‘Thanks for the first time, sis.’
He saw the way.

“Ransell-nim.”
Ransell sheathed his sword, then drew it again, taking a ready stance while staring intently at Marigold.
The dark sphere that had lingered in Marigold’s palm slowly rose into the sky, flying gently toward Ransell.
“This ends here.”

Ransell slowly unsheathed his sword.
It cut through the air at neither a slow nor fast pace.
“Sorry, Mary. This is an overpowered skill.”

Where the blade passed, all space was split in half.
Earth, gravel, light, air, sky, magic, even Marigold herself—all were sliced in two and slid apart.
It was basically a developer’s cheat skill, an unimplemented data called “Spatial Split,” which was supposed to be introduced only as a limited skill to players who had completed over 90% of the game’s ending.

From the moment this became possible, no one close to godhood—or even a god themselves—could stand against Ransell.
Anything that existed would be cut. That was the design of the skill.
Marigold’s eyes widened.

“…Ran…sell-nim…?”
“It’s time to go back now, Mary.”
The world shattered to pieces.

He awoke from the long dream.
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“…”

Outside the window, the full moon shone.
Ransell lay quietly, staring at it for a long time. He could hardly believe he had woken from the dream.
His whole body was wrapped in bandages. Pain lingered with every breath. He was clearly badly injured.
He didn’t know how he ended up like this. His memory had a large blank; nothing came to mind.

‘Probably from some war or rebellion or something.’
He suddenly felt a heavy weight on his waist and looked down. He met a familiar face.
“Mary.”

Marigold was sleeping soundly beside him, her head resting on his side.
A tiny sprout had grown on her head.
It was hard to imagine this was the same being who had just been a terrifying transcendental archmage.

“You’re weak.”
The magical power he sensed from her was barely between ranks four and five.
“Hey, are you going to become an archmage like that?”

The twelfth-rank transcendent she had been in the dream had vanished like a midsummer illusion, leaving just the ordinary magician Marigold.
Annoyed, he pinched the sleeping girl’s nose. Her face turned bright red, and she started breathing through her mouth with a ‘pfft!’.
“You little nightmare.”

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—Playtime 9 years 364 days 20 hours 45 minutes.
—Caring is hard, but thank goodness Ransell Dante is still alive. However, watching his health worsen day by day, this moment won’t last forever.

※ Marigold only wishes time would stop like this. Her strong desire influences the dream where Ransell Dante sleeps. They spend time there, never wanting to wake. Emotion, magic power, and sensuality UP! Stamina and condition DOWN.
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‘Haven’t seen this for a while.’

Ransell seemed oddly pleased by this system notification.
Maybe because it meant he was really in the real world.
“Hey, Mary.”
He carefully plucked the sprout from her head.

“Ugh…”
Marigold blinked and slowly woke up, stretching a big yawn.
“Yaaaawn.”

It was definitely Marigold—clumsy, loose, and foolish just like before.
“Umm… Ransell-nim?”
“Drool.”

“Shhh.”
She hastily wiped the drool from her mouth.
“Why aren’t you sleeping in bed?”

“I accidentally fell asleep…”
“How long did you sleep?”
“Uh, about an hour or two.”

Still groggy, Marigold reflexively grabbed a nearby towel and started wiping Ransell’s body.
Her movements were practiced as if she had done this for a long time. Just that alone let Ransell know this hospital stay had been quite long.
After carefully wiping the sweat, she stretched stiffly.

“Uuuugh. Haaah.”
Her gaze was a bit dazed, as if not fully awake yet.
“...I think I had a dream.”

“A nightmare?”
“No. Not a nightmare…”
“Then what kind of dream?”

“Well, the kind of dream was…”
Marigold thought deeply for a moment, furrowing her brows.
“Ummm, the kind of dream was…”

Ransell gently brushed aside her messy hair. He withdrew his hand, realizing too late. A habit left from their married life in the dream slipped out unconsciously.
“Heh heh heh.”
The twenty-four-year-old Marigold chuckled foolishly.

‘Is this her last form for this cycle?’
Her wish for this moment to last forever would soon be broken.
Because only a few hours remained until the playtime hit 10 years.

“Ah.”
Marigold opened her mouth.
“Ransell-nim was there, and I was there… and we were holding arms… and got married?”

“Who said we got married.”
“We slept in the same bed.”
“...”

A faint smile spread across her face.
“It was a really good dream… probably.”
“That’s good.”

Ransell replied, messing her hair up again and again.
Looking back, it was truly an insignificant cycle. Just a slightly long dream.
Yeah.

An insignificant cycle.
“Dinner’s coming soon. Anything you want to eat?”
“…”

Without hesitation, Ransell thought of something. If there was a last meal he wanted in this world, it was already decided.
“A sandwich.”
Hearing that, Marigold laughed.

“You really like that.”
And so 10 years passed.
.
.
.

[Playtime 10 years 0 days]
—Marigold has turned 25.
—No marriage partner.

—Achievements unlocked.
▶ Seventh-rank magician +300 points.
▷ Top of the academy +50 points.

▶ Bloodline awakening (High Elf) +200 points.
▷ World Tree Seed +50 points.
—Total points: 650. (Remaining for memory inheritance 2nd cycle 1250/1500)

[Side Ending 3. World Tree Marigold]
—Ending recorded in the “Memory Album.”
—Opening the album.

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.
.
The great magician Marigold.
She was buried beside the land of her long relationship.

After 11 years of loneliness, she finally found rest.
10 years.
100 years.

1000 years.
Countless empires fell and rose repeatedly on this land.
Marigold’s seed finally sprouts.

When the vigorously sprouted stem reaches the very top of the sky,
People will face the ruler of this land once again.
Great Earth God.

World Tree Marigold.
Forever.
[World Tree Marigold - fin]

—Would you like to restart the game?
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.
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“Are you no longer even human, Marigold...?”

A side ending like this, essentially an in-game Easter egg. Was it really going this far?
Ransell couldn’t help but be astounded. Having seen something rarer than the official ending, how could he not be?
Honestly, Ransell had never even seen a side ending in the game. He hadn’t expected this at all.

No wonder this cycle was abnormal from the start. And [N O V E L I G H T] the ending ended up like this.
Staring dumbfounded at the ending screen, Ransell blinked sharply.
The cause was the screen that immediately appeared.

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—Congratulations. The game guide for Fallen Noble Lady Simulation has been installed. From now on, when you discover achievements and endings, notifications will be sent to the “player”!
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“Damn it, crazy.”
Ransell jumped to his feet.
Around him, family members celebrating Ransell Dante’s eighteenth birthday were staring at him weirdly.

‘Game guide here?’
A suspicious entity appeared before his eyes.
‘This is... a mod program?’

His sister’s “Fallen Noble Lady Simulation” was known among users as a brutally difficult game.
Yeah, in short, this was a mod. A guide program to make achievements and endings easier to obtain.
It wasn’t quite a cheat, but it was definitely a handy tool just by having it.

Of course, he couldn’t be sure until he saw it in action.
“No, no. This cycle is just to cool my head. I’ll quietly take a vacation in the archipelago…”
Ransell quickly tried to erase that entity from his mind.

“This cycle is a vacation. This cycle is a vacation.”
He had already decided that since clearing the previous cycle.
His heart was already full of longing for the archipelago.

Yeah. Right now.
“No one can stop my vacation.”
Ransell shook off his complicated thoughts and prepared for the trip—to the fantasy island, the archipelago.

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.
.
Kuuuung—!
And the ship Ransell boarded sank into a storm.

“Hey, are you awake?”
Clap. Clap.
When he opened his eyes, a familiar face was rhythmically tapping his cheek.

“…”
“Are you really alive?”
Clap.

“Ouch.”
“Oh, you’re alive.”
At this point, it must be fate.

Ransell stared at the emblem on her epaulet.
—Empire Naval Guard.
‘Navy…?’

[Magician Marigold - End]
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