Chapter 3: My happy ending


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    In the game, it was mentioned that Liyana harbored little to no affection for Riley, so a part of me clung to that hope when we first met-that perhaps I could slip under her radar and avoid drawing too much attention from her.


    But to my surprise, she not only took an interest in me but openly disyed her affection for


    me.


    Haha... A part of me dared to entertain the notion of the positives that such an opportunity presented.


    After all, how often does one get the chance to experience youthful love with someone so breathtakingly beautiful?


    I should have been the luckiest man alive, shouldn''t I?


    But s, fate had other ns for me-ns that were as cruel as they were inevitable.


    From the moment our paths crossed, I was inexorably bound to her, my destiny irrevocably entwined with hers.


    My fate? To meet my demise at her hands.


    Hers? To either be the partner of the protagonist in this world or to bring about its ultimate destruction, depending on the path the protagonist chose.


    I used to think that isekai stories were all about wonder, cheats, and harems.


    But why did I end up with the short end of the stick?


    Why am I stuck with the world''s most powerful yandere, of all things?


    It seemed like a cruel joke.


    Haah... a part of me was tempted to give up, to end my life right then and there in a desperate bid to return to my original world. But deep down, I knew such thoughts were foolish, futile


    even.


    Especially when faced with this.


    [Status:]


    [Riley Hell]


    [Race: Human]


    [Level-7]


    [Strength: F]


    [Agility: D]


    [Endurance: D]


    [Luck: 0]


    [Power: F]


    [Skill info....]


    [Invalid no skills found]


    [Special Traits]


    [Crazy Ma]


    [Description: Evil people will have a certain liking to you]


    [Overview: A person who''s fated to be surrounded with happiness]


    Just the sight of this neatly arranged status window in front of me filled me with a seething rage.


    How in the actual fuck was I supposed to be a person destined or fated to be surrounded with happiness? And what the hell was that "Crazy Ma" skill?


    I had never heard or seen anything like it in the game.


    Was it even a real thing?


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    The mere thought of it made my blood boil.


    The notion that evil people would have a certain liking to me-well, that exined a lot, didn''t it? It was probably one of the main factors as to why Liyana had fallen for me in the first ce.


    Truly, even my supposed "skill" supported my role as a viin''s fiancé. It was almostughable, if it weren''t so utterly infuriating.


    An almost all-F status with the asional D... My luck wasn''t evenbeled in letters but an actual zero. Ha-ha, I want to cry.


    Trash. Disposable. That''s what this status meant, just by looking at it.


    It''s been almost ten whole years since I started living in this world. Yet, my stats remained stagnant, unchanging no matter how much I trained or attempted to build up muscle.


    Riley may have been designed as a disposable character, hence theck of strength, but this was my new reality.


    Shouldn''t I have at least some sort of cheat or advantage?


    I mean, isn''t that what transmigrators, reincarnators, regressors, and the like always have? So why couldn''t I have one?


    Sighing heavily, I pushed myself up from thefort of my bed and hurriedly made my way to the bathroom.


    It was still super early in the morning, the sun hadn''t even risen yet, but I couldn''t afford to waste any more timementing over my unfortunate circumstances.


    "Today is the day."


    [Mission: Attend the Academy]


    As I nced to my side, a golden screen materialized, distinct from the usual blue ones.


    These were the mission screens, a unique feature that only appeared when the mysterious system had a task in store for me.


    I didn''t fullyprehend the purpose of these missions, but I had a hunch they were designed to keep me on track with the main scenario of this world.


    When the status screen first appeared before me nearly eight years ago, the initial mission it bestowed upon me was simple: "Live and be happy."


    But as time passed, the missions became progressively more specific, culminating in the task of making Liyana fall for me-a challenge I surprisingly managed to aplish, despite awfully tying my best to ignore her.


    Now, faced with yet another mission, I couldn''t help but feel a twinge of apprehension. Honestly, I wanted nothing more than to ignore these missions altogether, but I had learned the hard way that defying the system''s directives came with consequences. ...Around four months ago, I diverged from my mission of giving Liyana the love she needed and went astray to rescue and help my favorite heroine.


    However, I was met with constant ringing noises in my head, rendering me unable to focus on the task at hand.


    Fortunately, the protagonist listened to my instructions well and managed to save her in


    time.


    But the consequences were dire—a certified bad luck ending, as Liyana made sure to solidify our connection by officially making me her fiancé.


    Although I had hoped and prayed for that one thing to nevere to pass, even though the


    chances were fairly low, my own greed had won out.


    Now, I would likely be stuck with her for the rest of my already counted life.


    [Warning: A consecutive fail in missions will result in a bad end.]


    Not to mention the warnings it personally gave me.


    Seriously, I''m not the goddamn protagonist, so why burden me with missions, huh?


    Whoever or whatever entity it was that transmigrated me here, they were surely sadistic in


    nature.


    Well, no use thinking too much about all of this now...


    There were a bunch of things that I liked, but what I liked the most were... happy endings. No


    matter what, I would get my happy ending.


    "Oh, Riley, you''re here."


    A burly man with a crooked beard greeted me outside before enveloping me in a bear hug. Despite his intimidating appearance, he was probably the gentlest person in our family-my current father and the count, the head of our household.


    Count Leto Hell.


    He looked positively ted as he tousled my hair.


    Well, considering his child was about to embark on the journey to the academy, hailed as the most prestigious and noble learning institution in the world, any father would be happy. "Seriously, Riley, I''m so proud of you, man. To think my cute boy is about to be a man now. Haha, Kirsta and I really raised you well"


    I just nodded and smiled at his proud remark.... As someone who grew up with a divorced parents the loving and caring atmosphere the count and mother gave me was really.... Weird and surreal at the same time? it was a truly foreign yetfortable feeling for me.


    "I know you don''t like to chit-chat, but let me give you one piece of advice so listen well.... never ever get into a fight with someone of higher status than you ok? Trust me, it will be more peaceful that way." He said with a heartyugh, a look of nostalgia crossing his face.


    He then let go of his hug, scanning me from head to toe. "Did you see Lady Liyana?"


    "Not yet..." I replied.


    "You should go see her before you go. She was awfully sad yesterday when she came to visit,


    knowing you would be gor


    today."


    I knew that all too well. After all, that woman almost tied me up in bed to never let me go. Fortunately, Mother came just in time and saved me from that awful fate.


    "I''ll do that."


    Hearing my reply, the count smiled and patted my back before pushing me forward.


    "Ah, before you go, Riley..."


    "?" I turned around to face the count, curious about what he had to say.


    A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he leaned in slightly. "Never cheat."


    "..." I paused, taken aback by his unexpected advice.


    "Hahaha, I know that look," he chuckled. "But honestly, that''s probably the one thing you


    always have to remember."


    "Do you really think I would cheat?"


    With a knowing smile, the count chuckled again, his memory of my fiancée clearly crossing


    his mind.


    "I''m going now."


    "Take care." Stepping into the prepared carriage waiting outside the gates, I couldn''t shake off the weight


    of the count''s words. I had two years to prepare...


    Two years until Liyana entered the academy, sealing my fate.


    No matter what, I had to find a way to escape the destiny that awaited me.


    ''My happy ending.... Don''t worry we will meet soon''


    "Young master, should we make our way towards the duke''s castle?" the coachman outside


    asked, seemingly concerned if I wanted to meet with Liyana.


    "No, head straight into the city, please."


    "But..." he started to say something but soon stopped, understanding the delicate bnce of


    expressing opinions towards nobles.


    Haah... he didn''t really have to worry. Knowing Liyana, she was probably already at the


    mages'' association waiting for me there. Going to the duchy would just be a waste of time.


    Sure, enough there she was... sitting alone in one of the free chairs.


    No one dared to sit right beside her; her aura of grace and beauty made people around her look


    at her in awe.


    Crossing her legs while sipping on some tea she read through her newspaper ignoring


    everyone around her...


    Where did she even get that tea here?


    "Liyana..."


    After calling out to her, her eyes finallynded upon me. The bored look she had just a while


    ago waspletely gone.


    "Darling~" Her voice rippled in the empty air, making all the guys around me look at me with


    lightning in their eyes.


    Intentional or not, this woman was bound to be the death of me.