Chapter 1: Just Transmigrated, Determined to Make the Arrogant Mary Sue Pay
At this mont.
Shia only felt his consciousness was sowhat fuzzy, as if subrged in the deep sea, his fatigued body unable to move.
What happened? Why am I so weak?
And just at that mont—
"Trash! The young lady is speaking to you, and you're still not listening properly?"
"Still lazing around in bed!"
Accompanied by a sharp voice, Shia's body began to regain so sensation.
It felt like soone was stepping on him?
That vile and childish tone of voice also felt oddly familiar.
In just a fleeting mont,
The overwhelming pressure receded like a tide, and Shia was finally able to open his eyes.
But the scene before him...
Was completely unfamiliar!
Where am I? How did I transmigrate here?
The first thing to catch his eye was a graceful figure.
From Shia's perspective, her lofty posture made it impossible to clearly see her face, as it was blocked by her ample bosom.
All he could see was a slight and disdainful sway.
What humiliation!
What kind of man could tolerate being stepped on by soone!
Even if it was a long, slender leg wrapped in white thigh-high stockings, topped with a pair of red-soled black heels—so what?
"Tch!"
"What kind of look is that?"
As if she had sensed sothing filthy, the owner of the white stockings disdainfully moved her foot away.
"So fond of playing the victim, huh?"
Regaining control of his body, Shia slowly sat up.
"A perverted young lady breaking into private property—have you no sha?"
At this mont, he finally got a clear look at the face of his torntor.
Standing before him was a tall white-haired maid.
Her snow-white hair made her already cool and aloof deanor even sharper, enough to make anyone hesitate to approach.
Her model-like height further amplified this oppressive aura.
But her attire was completely out of place.
A snug black corset over a white lace shirt only highlighted the impressive size of her chest.
Her black skirt barely covered the base of her legs, accentuating the fullness of her slender, fair thighs.
The white stockings traced her curves, the subtle indents stirring a flutter in one's heart.
An absolute vision of seductive purity.
Yet her incomparably beautiful face was adorned with an expression of utter disdain, as though she were gazing at garbage.
The contempt and disgust in her eyes were infuriating to behold.
Especially given her rude thod of waking him—what kind of ill-mannered maid was this? Who raised her?
No!
The real question is, why is there such a foul-mouthed maid in my room?
And why does her appearance and deanor feel so familiar to …
At the sa ti—
"Now that you're awake, don't waste any more ti. The young lady has sothing to discuss with you!"
The white-haired maid continued, the contempt in her eyes deepening.
Then, a stone appeared in her hand.
Under Shia's puzzled gaze, the stone began to emit a soft glow. Monts later, a figure erged from the stone and materialized before Shia.
Seeing this, Shia's pupils contracted.
A mory crystal?
The most fitting term surfaced in his mind.
Everything happening now confird that he had indeed arrived in another world.
On the other end,
The image of a figure clad in a floor-length crimson gown appeared, radiating an aura of luxury and elegance.
Her golden hair flowed like a waterfall, as dazzling as sunlight.
As she turned slowly, the first thing that caught one's eye were her slender, graceful legs.
Though not as full as the white-haired maid's, they were perfectly proportioned.
In terms of shape and symtry, they could only be described as golden ratios, flawless in every detail.
Unblemished, elegant, and natural.
What stood out most was the thin layer of black stockings covering them, shimring with a deep allure under the soft light.
A pair of gold-strapped high-heeled sandals further added an air of nobility to her appearance.
The simplest way to put it: these legs could captivate for years.
If Shia had seen this in the past, he might have casually labeled her a top-tier goddess and saved the image for later.
But now?
Seeing it this close, it genuinely made his heart race.
Especially as the chair she was sitting on swiveled, causing her stocking-clad legs to sway slightly, tracing srizing arcs in the air.
"Shia, I’m truly worried about you."
The gentle, slightly worried voice drew Shia's attention back.
His gaze landed on the mory crystal’s projection of the figure’s face.
His eyes widened in recognition.
She looked… very familiar.
Lilith’s gaze seed to transcend ti and space, as though it were fixed on Shia’s face.
"Your talent has always been average, and the Seven Shields Academy's entrance exam is incredibly strict.
If you fail to enroll successfully, you will no longer be able to stay by my side."
"Just thinking about that outco makes ... really, really sad."
The sorrowful tone, coupled with her mournful expression, tugged at Shia's heart.
To think such a beautiful girl turned out to be a manipulative green tea personality—who can understand my pain?
It was obvious.
As soone bombarded by internet culture in this modern age, Shia was acutely aware of anti-PUA strategies and the art of tea manipulation.
It was at this mont.
He finally confird where he was!
It seed he had transmigrated into the world of a certain *eroge* he had once played?
Speaking of that ga, Shia felt his blood pressure spike just thinking about it.
The ga developers had completely duped players into becoming emotional cannon fodder.
Before its release, it was advertised as having exquisitely designed female characters.
Both the heroine and the female antagonist were said to boast an extensive library of CG animations.
And yet—
Shia had initially believed it to be a masterpiece of pure love.
You played as the male protagonist, starting with a childhood friend you could nurture over ti.
Every supporting character, from saints and empresses to princesses, elves, dragon ladies, vampires, and angels, was a female. Truly, a feast of tropes and fetishes.
Who wouldn't feel a sense of duty to dive into such a lineup?
Who could outdo this?
However...
The real protagonist of the ga turned out to be none other than the childhood friend.
Lilith, the self-proclaid Mary Sue!
Who would have thought that a girl could one-up like this?
As for Shia, the supposed "main character"? His role was essentially to work for her, help her flirt with other girls, and unlock her CGs.
This was no harem ga; it was a yuri-centric drama in disguise.
As Lilith's childhood friend and boyfriend, all he could do was run errands, handle housework, and repeatedly watch as she engaged in sapphic relationships with other won.
A true perspective of suffering! You'd work like a horse and live like a dog.
Every possible debuff stacked.
Who could withstand such an emotional rollercoaster?
The ga developers' twisted sense of humor made Shia shiver in disgust.
What made it worse—
The character of Mary Sue was designed to be insufferable.
"Annoying" wasn't strong enough to describe her—she practically drained you dry.
While loudly proclaiming her independence and capability as the "strong female protagonist who doesn't need a man," she'd imdiately order you to gather herbs, earn money, and craft weapons.
Then she'd use your hard-earned results to win over other heroines in the ga.
Her gratitude toward you? Strictly verbal, at best.
An epito of selfish perfection.
How could you not feel resentnt and hatred with such imrsion?
Shia had continued playing for a significant stretch of ti purely out of spite.
He always hoped to unlock a scene where Mary Sue would be utterly defeated, crying and begging for forgiveness, filled with regret. Unfortunately, that never ca.
Damn them all!
Even so, the ga developers brazenly claid the ga had a "true harem ending" where male players' dreams would co true.
Driven by the promise of this so-called "true ending," Shia willingly let himself be deceived and kept playing, fully aware that the future plotlines were likely to be more of the sa nonsense.
Having already purchased the ga, what choice did he have?
After hours of gaplay, the first CG he unlocked turned out to be an image of him guarding a door for Mary Sue. Can you imagine how that felt?
Finally, after painstaking effort and unlocking every hidden ending—
Just as the conclusion was about to be revealed, a wave of dizziness overtook him.
And then he transmigrated.
At this point.
All the clues began to align.
The familiar dialogue, the Western fantasy attire that looked so recognizable—
The identities of the two before him beca crystal clear.
Shia looked at the golden-haired young lady in the mory crystal, then at the white-haired, sharp-eyed maid holding the crystal with contempt in her eyes.
They were none other than the ga's Mary Sue, Lilith, and her loyal maid, Tia!
And judging by the setting, it was already mid-story during the academy entrance arc.
In other words.
He had missed the best ti for shaping Mary Sue's character.
At this point, he had likely been relegated entirely to the role of a tool.
The ga had started on nightmare difficulty!
At this mont, Lilith was still actively outputting her PUA manipulation.
"Shia, as my fiancé, you've never disappointed once since we were young.
Surely, you don't intend to disappoint now, do you?"
"I hope you can pass the Seven Shields Academy entrance exam. Only then can you continue to stay by my side."
"I miss you so much. I hope you'll remain near —you want to make happy, don't you?"
A faint mist appeared in Lilith's eyes, her lodious voice tinged with what sounded like a hopeful sob.
She seed genuinely concerned for her fiancé, her words brimming with heartfelt emotion.
In reality?
Shia knew it was all an act.
There was no real emotion—just skillful performance!
The dialogue wasn't even carefully crafted; it was casual, perfunctory manipulation.
Lilith didn't even bother showing up in person; she PUA'd him through the mory crystal instead.
She couldn’t be bothered to fake sincerity in person.
After all.
Lilith’s life was an endless power fantasy. She was the ultimate Mary Sue.
Adored by those who would die for her;
Effortlessly capturing the hearts of countless beauties—from loli angels to mature queens.
Her life was the epito of perfection, the definitive Mary Sue archetype.
If the protagonist role had been hers, the 'eroge' wouldn’t have left Shia feeling so bitter.
But Shia's character was her childhood companion.
A tool driven to death by PUA tactics.
From a third-person perspective, you couldn't find a more tragic view!
Isn't that enough imrsion for you?
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