Will climbed the stairs and turned on his desk lamp.
He was indeed feeling a bit tired today, and it was already quite late.
So he didn’t plan on doing any ntal work; he just habitually wanted to flip through the Task System to see what he had accomplished.
Hmm…
It was like logging into a ga every day and compulsively checking off daily quests, page by page, to reinforce user engagent!
[Task 100: Confird, acquainted with the three “loser heroines.”]
[Reward: A delicious barbecue al.]
[Note: Must grill the barbecue! It was your favorite in your past life!]
After flipping through many pages of completed tasks, he reached this seemingly significant hundredth task.
Co to think of it…
This wasn’t a “reward” he wrote after completing the task; it was a task he had set when he first wrote the Task System.
And it was marked as “not necessary to complete” and a “hidden task”—perhaps because there was a bit of uncertainty about it, so he wrote it that way.
“So I used to love barbecue so much that I even wrote it as a reward…”
Looking at the reward, Will recalled the scene of the four of them gathered in the living room, happily eating skewers.
But…
The reason he loved it so much in his past life was becoming increasingly vague.
Well, he had been living here for fifteen years… Just like in another world, by the ti you’re thirty, it’s hard to rember the details of your life at fifteen.
In the days to co…
There were three years left before he would et Hugh.
Four years until, after Hugh was driven away, he would likely face the inevitable “death” written into his fate.
But it’s okay…
For now, he had three invincible years of youth at Entark Academy to live through, day by day, just like today.
Three years to hone and train these “loser heroines,” making them stronger than they are now, at least not losing to the bosses in the original story…
Three years to make them darker, love more passionately, and beco more thoroughly twisted…
Three years…
He flipped through the Task System, page by page, filled with many pending tasks.
Once they were all completed, they would surely be stronger than today…
Eir mastering the ancient magic of the Extre Ice Array.
Leah’s fire magic extending beyond gentle warmth.
Treya’s Entark Demon Swordsmanship becoming even swifter.
And then…
Unknowingly, he reached the last page.
He stared at the final task in the Task System, marked with the bold words “Heroine.”
“Co to think of it… many mories probably faded because I did similar things here…”
For example, “eating” beca a habit with the exotic foods here, gradually erasing the taste of takeout from his past life.
For example, “sleeping” on a noble’s large bed made him forget the small twin bed of his past life.
But things like filling out forms or writing as a ga designer, which he hadn’t done here, remained clear.
This ans that the more deeply ingrained mories from his past life lasted longer.
Thinking this way…
Forgetting his “cause of death” seed very suspicious.
And rembering only the words “heroine” while forgetting the cause of death seed even more suspicious…
Death should be sothing easy to rember.
Unless…
It was very sudden?
No ti to react?
“What really happened in my past life…”
Will rubbed his head, unable to reach a conclusion.
—Well, if he hadn’t rembered it in fifteen years, how could he recall it in just a few minutes?
“Let’s call it a day. I promised myself I’d go to bed early.”
He yawned, put the book away, and lay down on his bed.
“Hmm… I still need to write a feedback letter to S-sensei about the smoke extraction system for the pseudo-boss room. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“After all, I feel like I’ll have a good dream tonight.”
—
It was in so dungeon—related to a forest the, it seed.
In the lush forest, it was eerily quiet.
The path was littered with the corpses of various large magical beasts…
Until he reached the incongruous wooden door on the ground, leading to the “next level.”
Three beautiful ladies were chattering by a barbecue grill.
“Young Master! We’ve been waiting for you! You said the at from the Thunder Fang Tiger we just defeated is edible. Aren’t you going to try it?”
Beside the rising smoke from the grill, Eir, dressed in sleek armor, was diligently grilling skewers.
“Need more at? I’ve cut up the rest.”
Treya, lightly armored, wielded a sleek black blade, effortlessly slicing the beast’s carcass into pieces.
“Wait, this heat isn’t enough. Can ordinary fire even cook this at?”
Leah, wearing her large hat, focused intently on the firewood, constantly adjusting the flas.
This was a common occurrence…
For an adventurer’s party, safely gathering for a al before entering the next level was the happiest thing.
Their cooperation was heartwarming.
Like a group of friends who had fought side by side for a long ti.
“Alright, I’m coming over…”
Will stood at a distance.
This scene felt so real yet dreamlike.
Just as Will finished speaking, he heard a “voice” from behind—
It was called a voice because it seed to co directly from his mind, and he couldn’t tell who was speaking or whether the voice was male or female…
“Hmm? Oh dear… such an interesting event, and you didn’t invite .”
The voice carried a hint of playful anger and teasing.
Will was drawn to the voice, instinctively feeling it belonged to soone he knew very well…
Soone he hadn’t heard but was “very familiar” with.
Who could it be?
Who would be standing there?
Curiosity drove him to turn around.
But the mont he turned, the scene around him plunged into darkness.
A chill and a murderous aura emanated from behind…
At the sa ti, like surround sound, a chilling whisper echoed in his ears—
“Young Master, have you… stopped needing Eir’s protection?”
“You’re my student, you can only look at , only look at , only look at !!!!”
“Will-sensei~ have you forgotten? You taught how to control people and hearts—”
…
“Hah… hah…”
He opened his eyes, the faint morning light outside the curtains illuminating a small part of the room. Without his glasses, everything was a bit blurry.
“It was… a dream…”
Will covered his eyes, not quite adjusted to the sunlight.
He must have been startled awake by the dream, but now he couldn’t rember what he had dread about.
“Uh… I rarely wake up from nightmares…”
“What did I dream about…”
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