I stared at the screen as the reward materialized before my eyes.
A book appeared, floating gently with plain blank covers that revealed nothing about its contents.
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│ ✦ GACHA RESULT ✦
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│ EX-RANK ITEM
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│ Manual Acquired:
│ "The One Who Was Summoned"
│ Volu 1
│ Containing Act 1 through Act 8
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│ Item added to Library.
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I knew my luck was absolute garbage today.
But looking at this result, the system had truly outdone itself in mocking . First, it teased to the point where I genuinely believed I had obtained so world-shattering, pussy-destroying legendary item.
And what did I actually receive?
A book.
A fucking book that I had torn to pieces and thrown into the nearest dustbin back in my previous life.
Did the system genuinely think I would sit down and read this garbage? Did it truly believe I would get invested in so story and try to change its course or help it progress?
If so, that motherfucker was dead wrong.
I would never, ever choose that path.
But before I could properly curse the heavens, another notification appeared.
DING!
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│ ✦ SSAGE RECEIVED ✦
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│ Sender: Pervy Lord
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I scanned the contents with growing unease.
"My degeneracy champion, I have been quite pleased watching your little adventure unfold. Though I must say, the pacing of your wickedness has been sowhat slow for my taste. I do hope you entertain more vigorously going forward."
The ssage continued.
"The reason I have drained my power rely to convey this ssage is to warn you about your current mindset. I can no longer protect you from anyone or anything."
My blood ran cold.
"You are not within my domain to be shielded. Neither can I interfere with the powers I have already bestowed upon you. From this mont forward, you are entirely on your own."
The final lines delivered the killing blow.
"If you harbor any thoughts that should you die, I can simply resurrect you or reincarnate you once more, then I apologize. That is not how any of this works. So live cautiously, for both your sake and mine. I do not wish to lose you after everything I have invested."
The ssage ended.
And with it, all my remaining hope crumbled to dust.
Here I was thinking this day couldn’t possibly get worse. Now my divine protection had been stripped away as well.
I had officially lost everything.
And what always follows overwhelming anger?
The destruction of oneself.
I was marching down that very path. In my frustration, I opened my inventory and selected the very source of my misery. That useless book.
I was about to slam the discard option when sothing on the cover caught my attention.
The title read Volu 1, Act 1.
Below it was an illustration featuring multiple characters. Thalia was there. Freya as well. Several other faces I vaguely recognized. Even the vampire girl I had glimpsed during the tournant appeared in the composition.
But what truly seized my attention was one particular woman.
The sa psycho who had blocked my path after my match with Freya. The one with white hair and green eyes who had claid to have adopted .
She looked like the main character of this artwork.
Curiosity gnawed at .
Against my better judgnt, I cancelled the discard command. Perhaps I would just peek at the information about her, then throw this garbage away properly.
I selected the use option.
The book in my vision snapped open. Pages began flipping with violent speed, rustling loudly as if possessed by so impatient spirit.
Then text materialized.
[Host does not possess access to the complete manual. Neither can Host investigate the particular plots or character stories contained within.]
More pages turned.
[Manual only reveals information pertaining to the current plot tiline. Thus, detailed histories and future events remain sealed.]
I thought bitterly to myself. ’Thus making it completely useless. What a magnificent day this has been.’
I just wanted to shut this stupid window, find so inn, and beco a complete shut-in for the next twenty-four hours. Clearly, the god of bad luck had taken a particular liking to .
But as I struggled to locate the close button, the manual refused to stop.
Pages continued flipping rapidly.
[Act 1 identified.]
More rustling.
[Host has passed Early Act 1: The Introduction of Heroines.]
Additional pages turned with chanical precision.
[Host has passed Mid Act 1: The Entrance Examination and The Heroines’ Journey.]
The flipping slowed.
[Current tiline located. Host is presently situated in the Final Plot of Act 1: End of the Final Act — The Villainess in Making.]
I groaned audibly. "Okay, okay, I get it already. Now could you please shut up? Take your villainess nonsense and—"
But the manual wasn’t listening.
It flipped to a new page and displayed an image.
The sa woman. White hair cascading down her shoulders. Green eyes that could freeze souls. That unmistakable aura of soone who ruled everything she surveyed.
[Diana Termina Winter]
[Main Villainess of Act 3]
[Current Position: Headmistress of Grand Ascendant Academy]
[Head of the Winter Household, one of the most powerful noble houses in Azuredel]
[Direct descendant of the Forr Hero who established this land]
Suddenly, her words from our encounter made perfect sense.
When I had told her my business was none of her concern, she had responded as to why wasn’t it her business.
Because she ran the academy I was trying to enter.
But wait. Did this an my current predicant was her doing?
Perhaps she was the one who had assigned all those negative points. Or perhaps she was the one who had saved my ass from complete disqualification despite those negatives.
That would explain why I appeared on the waiting list instead of being removed entirely. It would be unfair to display my na among the top hundred publicly when my score sat so deep in the negatives.
She had manipulated everything from the shadows.
I needed more information about this woman.
"Oh dear manual," I said with exaggerated sweetness, "would you kindly show more?"
The pages flipped obediently.
[Headmistress Diana assud her current position following the death of her beloved brother.]
My eyes narrowed.
[Location of death: The Tower of Unwritten Endings, Floor 80.]
[The two siblings had participated together in the Floor 80 Trial, which bore the the of "Transmigrated as the Weakest Hero and the Villainess in a Romance Academy."]
The next line made my heart stop.
[Her brother was killed by her own hand.]
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