I Reincarnated as the Villain Who Bullies the Protagonist in an Erotic Game, but I Just Want to Stay a Nobody, Yet Somehow the Heroines Keep Obsessing Over Me - Episode 2: No Matter How You Look at It, This is Nothing but a Death Flag

Episode 2: No Matter How You Look at It, This is Nothing but a Death Flag

This… is really bad, isn’t it?

Still stunned, I returned to the bed and mulled over the situation.

“I did say I wanted to meet Ayame-chan, okay? I said that, but this isn’t what I meant!”

What I meant was, I’d be happy just being a classmate or some background character, maybe having the chance to talk to her if I was lucky.

“I never expected this to happen!”

I didn’t know how or why, but this was the absolute worst-case scenario.

After all, Nishikouji is my least favorite character, and more importantly, he’s destined to die no matter what route you take.

I wished it was just a dream, but—unfortunately, it didn’t seem to be. Everything felt too real for a dream. On top of that, Nishikouji’s memories were slowly creeping into my brain, like some invasive fog.

It seemed my mind had fully taken over this guy’s body.

“His memories, huh…”

To summarize, Nishikouji was starved for his parents’ love, and he vented his stress by lashing out at everyone around him.

“…But he’s so awful I can’t even feel sorry for him.”

If anything, I felt worse for the protagonist, who had done nothing to deserve Nishikouji’s torment.

Just as in the game, Nishikouji had led a pretty trashy life.

Currently, it was spring break, just before the start of his first year in high school. The entrance ceremony hadn’t happened yet, so he probably hadn’t met the protagonist and the others yet.

Since it was a combined middle and high school, there was a chance he’d already encountered one of the heroines, though.

“Even if he’s met a heroine, he wouldn’t have hurt her yet. And there shouldn’t be any reason for me to interact with them going forward…”

Nishikouji wasn’t a character essential to the story. He was more like a pest. Even without him, the protagonist and heroines would naturally meet and develop their romances on their own.

Even if the original story changed a bit, it probably wouldn’t affect me directly. At least, that’s what I wanted to believe…

“I still have time, right? If I come up with a plan to deal with the protagonist and heroines before the entrance ceremony, I’ll be golden.”

I nodded to myself and casually glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall.

…Uh-huh.

My entire body froze.

There it was, the date marked in red, along with bold, unmistakable letters:

“Entrance Ceremony, 9:30 AM.”

In other words…

In other words, the entrance ceremony was tomorrow.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Nishikouji, why didn’t you tell me that earlier!?”

I’d spent plenty of time inheriting his memories!

“So that means… starting tomorrow, I’m back to high school for the second time.”

In my previous life, I was a second-year university student.

By simple math, I’d gone back about five years. But what was I supposed to do? Even if my body was that of a high schooler, being surrounded by high school girls gave off an unmistakable air of danger.

“Wait, that’s not the issue right now! The real problem is how to not die.”

Nishikouji’s school was a combined middle and high school, meaning some of the students knew him from his middle school days.

And from what Nishikouji had so kindly shared with me, his middle school behavior was… less than stellar. Bullying, violence, extortion, dating multiple people at once—you name it.

In high school, there would undoubtedly be people who still held grudges against him.

“Seriously, Nishikouji Kaede! How am I supposed to rebuild your reputation now!?”

Even if I suddenly turned into a good person, no one was going to forgive someone who’d done as much damage as he had.

“This is the worst… Why did I have to reincarnate into someone like him…”

I buried my head in my hands.

All I could see ahead of me was a bleak future until graduation. This reincarnation business was absolute garbage. I didn’t want to accept it. I really wished it had all been a dream.

“Well, I guess there’s no point whining about it now. The key is to avoid interacting with any of the characters. If I can avoid them, I won’t die like in the original story.”

But what if I ended up meeting them anyway?

Stories like this always have the protagonist getting dragged into the plot, no matter how hard they try to stay out of it.

“Alright, rule number one: be kind. Rule number two: stay inconspicuous. If I can manage that, maybe the original story will shift a little. But… what about my reputation? If I suddenly become nice, people are definitely going to find it suspicious. And what if someone attacks me?”

Sure, I had some experience with school drama during my first run at high school, but I’d rather not go through it again.

“I also need to figure out how not to look weak. Ugh, I don’t think I’ll even get the chance to talk to any heroines at this rate. This sucks.”

But it wasn’t like I had a choice anymore.

I didn’t want to die, so I’d just have to do my best to survive.

Determined, I stood up from the bed.

My stomach growled. I was in the mood for ramen. First order of business: head to the nearest supermarket and stock up.