“Oh, right! Look! You look even prettier when you smile!”
“Oh, thank you! Hahaha...”
“Hahahaha!”
"Haha..."
“Hahahahahaha!”
Ryan, who had been laughing heartily, extended his index finger toward the blazing sun.
“Now, let’s go to the continent full of dreams and hopes!”
"Yes!"
Before returning, I recall my lover's last request.
“When you get back, stop that man from taking revenge, Vania.”
Perhaps he hoped to defuse the situation before the massacre occurred, perhaps by eliminating Ryan first.
So... you couldn’t have imagined it.
I went to great lengths to turn back time and help you escape from the beast so that you could survive...
“Hey, are you kidding me?!”
Two years later, I would go back and stick my head into the lion's mouth again.
“It’s already frustrating to be thrown into a ship that’s lagging behind like a dog, but you want me to stand in this blazing sun for three hours? Give me something!”
Ryan opened the ship's driver's cabin door and screamed, his neck bloodshot.
"Well, then what? Should I at least lay flowers on the way out of prison for a criminal like you? Just give him a nice ride and he'll be grateful!"
Even the engineer, sitting in a narrow cab that could barely accommodate one person, responded without hesitation.
"It's not a raft, what kind of boat doesn't have a single cabin? And I hope it has at least a little shade!"
"It's a ship that only carries small amounts of cargo! What on earth could the criminal possibly be hoping for?"
“If you leave me here in this weather, it’s attempted murder! Attempted murder! If I die of heatstroke, are you going to clean up the corpse? Yes?!”
The two have been arguing for twenty minutes already.
“Ah!”
Ryan, unable to control his anger, kicked a box rolling on the deck.
I was startled by that violent behavior, and the engineer was also startled.
“I won’t die alone, so don’t do that!”
The thrilling murder preview that follows will make you sweat profusely.
'There's no one to steer the ship, so he wouldn't kill the engineer, would he?'
I was a little worried for a moment, but thankfully Ryan slammed the driver's door and turned around.
And when he meets me, he stops.
He was nervously scratching his head and grumbling.
I looked around the ship. It was a ship, but it was really a raft, with no cabins. The only space for a person was the driver's cabin.
Standing on a deck with no shade in the middle of summer, crossing the vast ocean, it was the perfect time to die of heatstroke.
Ryan quickly began to gather the cargo crates strewn across the deck and stack them like a fortress.
I was wondering what to do, but it looks like he's trying to make a shade.
I guess you really don't want to die from heatstroke...
“Can I help you?”
“Yes. It’s just annoying, so just sit there and do nothing.”
Ryan waved his hand.
...Thank goodness. I'm dying of heat right now. I'll definitely pass out if I lift that heavy-looking box.
'Let's re-examine the plan.'
I shaded my forehead with my hand and looked at Ryan, who was working out of the blue, lost in thought.
'First of all.'
A plan I've been working hard on for two years.
The ultimate goal of that grand plan is to erase the name of my rotten family, the Wassenbergs, from this empire.
...
Are you crazy?
That's right. I'm crazy.
Who in their right mind would ever think of showing their teeth in Wassenberg, a place teeming with people with superpowers?
At a time when magic has disappeared as an ancient relic, those with supernatural abilities are now considered 'gods'.
Even if they do bad things, there is no force to stop them, and even if there are laws, there is no control.
Because the law is merely a means to punish humans, not God.
Unless someone gains a military advantage and controls them, those with powers will remain lawless.
My father, the Duke of Bassenberg, who commanded those with supernatural powers, would have been a god forever.
But surprisingly...
My father, who was a god, died.
That's right, one human being who has 'the superiority of force'.
To Ryan Wassenberg.
“Ha. It’s so hot, I’m going to die.”
Ryan, who was stacking heavy boxes while struggling, took off his sweat-soaked shirt and threw it away.
...
...I saw my stepbrother’s naked body less than an hour after we met.
I closed my eyes tightly.
How far did you think about it?
Ah.
So, for my ultimate goal, I absolutely had to meet Ryan at least once.
Ryan's <Instant Death> is currently the only way to subdue those with supernatural abilities.
In other words, to prepare a means of defending myself and countering the enemies I will have to fight in the future, I used Ryan's ability...
'I came to steal.'
Haha, I really do.
'It's crazy even when I think about it again.'
It's ridiculous to think that you'll take down Wassenberg, but to come to the lion's den on your own two feet for such a preposterous goal is ridiculous.
If my lover found out about this, he would definitely beat the ground and regret letting me regress, saying, "You were such a stupid kid."
But what can we do?
I only had two choices.
1. Stop Ryan's revenge and just live as an outlaw in a corrupt family.
2. After escaping from the corrupt family, live as a good citizen of the empire.
I made the choice that any human being should make between number 1 and number 2.
Of course, we added the bold goal of 'destroying corrupt families' to it,
'It's worth a try!'
Yes, it's worth a try.
My house, which seemed indestructible, was ruined. Knowing the future could lead to its downfall, any sensible person would have to try, right?
The only variable is that man, Ryan.
Actually, I was thinking about forming an alliance with Ryan, and I even had something prepared to say when we met.
"Hello. I'm someone who almost died under your care but narrowly escaped death by narrowly reverting back to life. Actually, even before my return, I harbored resentment toward my family. So, I intend to use this return as an opportunity to bring down our family's evil deeds. However, if you simply kill all those with special abilities, you'll just become another criminal, right? So, wouldn't you like to join forces with me, who knows the future, and bring about the downfall of Wassenberg through gentle means? When we're done, you can become a hero of justice! Incidentally, I possessed such impressive special abilities that I was even called "Princess" by my family before my return. Now, take my hand!"
Then, the imaginary Ryan.
"Ah! You, you rascal, you're so righteous? Alright! I'll lend you my strength! Let's work together to eradicate corruption and build a healthy nation!"
I used to answer like that.
'Yeah, no.'
It's been less than an hour since we met, but I've already finished analyzing Ryan's personality.
He was very violent and hot-tempered, and his personality was also dirty, perhaps because he spent half his life in a concentration camp.
So the probability of getting the expected response is less than 1%.
Rather.
“Hello. I am asking you... (omitted)”
"What? If you possess such extraordinary powers, I will make you my slave! I intend to eliminate the old evils and become a new evil!"
There is a 50% chance that he will enslave me.
“Hello. I am asking you... (omitted)”
"What? I killed all those Wassenberg bastards, and now you're regressing and making it all seem like nothing ever happened? You'd better get to work, because today is the anniversary of the memorial service."
There's about a 49% chance that he'll swat me away on the spot.
'Yeah, let's not expect anything.'
As expected, the alliance is broken. So, let's just get Ryan's ability and then run away. Then, let's do it alone.
'You can do it!'
It's daunting, but in any case, we come into this world alone and leave alone.
Ryan is a terrifying person who has destroyed not only his father but also all those with superpowers.
In the end, it seemed like they had defeated the evil group, but Ryan, who had actually brought down the family, probably didn't have such a great cause.
If that's the personality, then definitely...
Just revenge.
A murderer obsessed with revenge.
You can't tell a man like that and ask him to do something big, right?
“Phew, I’m done!”
Then Ryan covered the boxes he had stacked with his clothes to create a decent one-person sunshade.
I didn't expect it, but it was a bit disappointing that it was made just big enough for one person to fit in.
I'm hot too.
Maybe I'll die of heatstroke on the boat without ever being able to do anything...
“Hey, come in.”
“Yes? Me?”
"Did I mishear you?" I asked again, and Ryan frowned.
“So you made it so I could get in?”
I added, pointing to the bright sun.
“Who else here would be suffocating in this weather besides you?”
“...”
“Oh, thank you! Hahaha...”
“Hahahaha!”
"Haha..."
“Hahahahahaha!”
Ryan, who had been laughing heartily, extended his index finger toward the blazing sun.
“Now, let’s go to the continent full of dreams and hopes!”
"Yes!"
***
Before returning, I recall my lover's last request.
“When you get back, stop that man from taking revenge, Vania.”
Perhaps he hoped to defuse the situation before the massacre occurred, perhaps by eliminating Ryan first.
So... you couldn’t have imagined it.
I went to great lengths to turn back time and help you escape from the beast so that you could survive...
“Hey, are you kidding me?!”
Two years later, I would go back and stick my head into the lion's mouth again.
“It’s already frustrating to be thrown into a ship that’s lagging behind like a dog, but you want me to stand in this blazing sun for three hours? Give me something!”
Ryan opened the ship's driver's cabin door and screamed, his neck bloodshot.
"Well, then what? Should I at least lay flowers on the way out of prison for a criminal like you? Just give him a nice ride and he'll be grateful!"
Even the engineer, sitting in a narrow cab that could barely accommodate one person, responded without hesitation.
"It's not a raft, what kind of boat doesn't have a single cabin? And I hope it has at least a little shade!"
"It's a ship that only carries small amounts of cargo! What on earth could the criminal possibly be hoping for?"
“If you leave me here in this weather, it’s attempted murder! Attempted murder! If I die of heatstroke, are you going to clean up the corpse? Yes?!”
The two have been arguing for twenty minutes already.
“Ah!”
Ryan, unable to control his anger, kicked a box rolling on the deck.
I was startled by that violent behavior, and the engineer was also startled.
“I won’t die alone, so don’t do that!”
The thrilling murder preview that follows will make you sweat profusely.
'There's no one to steer the ship, so he wouldn't kill the engineer, would he?'
I was a little worried for a moment, but thankfully Ryan slammed the driver's door and turned around.
And when he meets me, he stops.
He was nervously scratching his head and grumbling.
‘It’s a bit chilly...’
Standing on a deck with no shade in the middle of summer, crossing the vast ocean, it was the perfect time to die of heatstroke.
Ryan quickly began to gather the cargo crates strewn across the deck and stack them like a fortress.
I was wondering what to do, but it looks like he's trying to make a shade.
I guess you really don't want to die from heatstroke...
“Can I help you?”
“Yes. It’s just annoying, so just sit there and do nothing.”
Ryan waved his hand.
...Thank goodness. I'm dying of heat right now. I'll definitely pass out if I lift that heavy-looking box.
'Let's re-examine the plan.'
I shaded my forehead with my hand and looked at Ryan, who was working out of the blue, lost in thought.
'First of all.'
A plan I've been working hard on for two years.
The ultimate goal of that grand plan is to erase the name of my rotten family, the Wassenbergs, from this empire.
...
Are you crazy?
That's right. I'm crazy.
Who in their right mind would ever think of showing their teeth in Wassenberg, a place teeming with people with superpowers?
At a time when magic has disappeared as an ancient relic, those with supernatural abilities are now considered 'gods'.
Even if they do bad things, there is no force to stop them, and even if there are laws, there is no control.
Because the law is merely a means to punish humans, not God.
Unless someone gains a military advantage and controls them, those with powers will remain lawless.
My father, the Duke of Bassenberg, who commanded those with supernatural powers, would have been a god forever.
But surprisingly...
My father, who was a god, died.
That's right, one human being who has 'the superiority of force'.
To Ryan Wassenberg.
“Ha. It’s so hot, I’m going to die.”
Ryan, who was stacking heavy boxes while struggling, took off his sweat-soaked shirt and threw it away.
...
...I saw my stepbrother’s naked body less than an hour after we met.
I closed my eyes tightly.
How far did you think about it?
Ah.
So, for my ultimate goal, I absolutely had to meet Ryan at least once.
Ryan's <Instant Death> is currently the only way to subdue those with supernatural abilities.
In other words, to prepare a means of defending myself and countering the enemies I will have to fight in the future, I used Ryan's ability...
'I came to steal.'
Haha, I really do.
'It's crazy even when I think about it again.'
It's ridiculous to think that you'll take down Wassenberg, but to come to the lion's den on your own two feet for such a preposterous goal is ridiculous.
If my lover found out about this, he would definitely beat the ground and regret letting me regress, saying, "You were such a stupid kid."
But what can we do?
I only had two choices.
1. Stop Ryan's revenge and just live as an outlaw in a corrupt family.
2. After escaping from the corrupt family, live as a good citizen of the empire.
I made the choice that any human being should make between number 1 and number 2.
Of course, we added the bold goal of 'destroying corrupt families' to it,
'It's worth a try!'
Yes, it's worth a try.
My house, which seemed indestructible, was ruined. Knowing the future could lead to its downfall, any sensible person would have to try, right?
The only variable is that man, Ryan.
Actually, I was thinking about forming an alliance with Ryan, and I even had something prepared to say when we met.
"Hello. I'm someone who almost died under your care but narrowly escaped death by narrowly reverting back to life. Actually, even before my return, I harbored resentment toward my family. So, I intend to use this return as an opportunity to bring down our family's evil deeds. However, if you simply kill all those with special abilities, you'll just become another criminal, right? So, wouldn't you like to join forces with me, who knows the future, and bring about the downfall of Wassenberg through gentle means? When we're done, you can become a hero of justice! Incidentally, I possessed such impressive special abilities that I was even called "Princess" by my family before my return. Now, take my hand!"
Then, the imaginary Ryan.
"Ah! You, you rascal, you're so righteous? Alright! I'll lend you my strength! Let's work together to eradicate corruption and build a healthy nation!"
I used to answer like that.
'Yeah, no.'
It's been less than an hour since we met, but I've already finished analyzing Ryan's personality.
He was very violent and hot-tempered, and his personality was also dirty, perhaps because he spent half his life in a concentration camp.
So the probability of getting the expected response is less than 1%.
Rather.
“Hello. I am asking you... (omitted)”
"What? If you possess such extraordinary powers, I will make you my slave! I intend to eliminate the old evils and become a new evil!"
There is a 50% chance that he will enslave me.
“Hello. I am asking you... (omitted)”
"What? I killed all those Wassenberg bastards, and now you're regressing and making it all seem like nothing ever happened? You'd better get to work, because today is the anniversary of the memorial service."
There's about a 49% chance that he'll swat me away on the spot.
'Yeah, let's not expect anything.'
As expected, the alliance is broken. So, let's just get Ryan's ability and then run away. Then, let's do it alone.
'You can do it!'
It's daunting, but in any case, we come into this world alone and leave alone.
Ryan is a terrifying person who has destroyed not only his father but also all those with superpowers.
In the end, it seemed like they had defeated the evil group, but Ryan, who had actually brought down the family, probably didn't have such a great cause.
If that's the personality, then definitely...
Just revenge.
A murderer obsessed with revenge.
You can't tell a man like that and ask him to do something big, right?
“Phew, I’m done!”
Then Ryan covered the boxes he had stacked with his clothes to create a decent one-person sunshade.
I didn't expect it, but it was a bit disappointing that it was made just big enough for one person to fit in.
I'm hot too.
Maybe I'll die of heatstroke on the boat without ever being able to do anything...
“Hey, come in.”
“Yes? Me?”
"Did I mishear you?" I asked again, and Ryan frowned.
“So you made it so I could get in?”
I added, pointing to the bright sun.
“Who else here would be suffocating in this weather besides you?”
“...”
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