Non-Human Girls Are Fighting Over Me ~ Do I Get to Refuse? “Nope!” “No Way!” “Not a Chance!” “Absolutely Not!” - Chapter 7: The Immortal Witch

Chapter 7: The Immortal Witch

“This is trouble.”

Alone in the clubroom, Mio Shirayuki muttered to the empty space.

“I’m late to the game. I don’t know who or what you are… but messing with my guy?”

Her voice wasn’t the kind senpai’s from moments ago.

It was cold, a woman’s voice laced with defiance.

“…Well, the other one’s clearly non-human. The keychain’s a deterrent, but let’s see how they play.”

Her lips curled, and for a fleeting moment, an eerie light flashed in her black eyes.

—The Immortal Witch.

Another facet of the woman named Mio Shirayuki was quietly awakening.

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After school, in the clubroom.

Mio Shirayuki sat alone by the window, elbows on the desk, lost in thought.

—This distance was just right.

Gradually seeping into his daily life, until “a life with Mio” became natural.

That’s how it was supposed to be.

But today.

The moment she saw that “talisman,” her heart was thrown into chaos.

An unbearable restlessness wouldn’t stop.

“This is bad… Losing him would be really bad.”

Mio muttered low, pressing a finger to her temple.

“It’s unthinkable. But if… if someone else noticed that power—”

In that instant, a dark flame flickered in her eyes.

“Before that happens… I have to make him mine. Mine alone. Mine alone. Mine alone, mine alone—”

Words spilled out.

Once she started thinking, she couldn’t stop.

Her emotions were beyond control.

It was—a side effect of immortality.

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300 Years Ago—Other World, The Witch’s Workshop

In a corner of another world.

In the depths of a dense forest stood an old mansion’s grand hall.

A massive magic circle, over a hundred meters wide, was etched into the floor.

Eight mana-amplifying arcane devices and countless artifacts, secretly taken from the kingdom’s vault.

At its center stood a single witch.

—Morgadia Nox.

“Are you seriously doing this, Morgadia? This isn’t sane.”

Another witch, with sharp red hair, pressed her.

Izolde Thanatos. Morgadia’s best friend and a rare sage.

“If you fail… half the kingdom could be obliterated. That’s the kind of mana output you’re aiming for, right?”

“Heh. I’m reaching heights no one else can.”

Morgadia smiled quietly and raised her hand over the circle.

“‘If you don’t want criticism, don’t try anything new’—someone from another world said that.”

“Who’s that? Is that really from another world? You’re definitely nuts.”

Izolde sighed deeply but grinned with amusement.

“But it’s awesome. Success or failure… it’ll go down in history. In all sorts of ways.”

The hall trembled.

The eight devices resonated, a vortex of immense mana swirling.

Light erupted, the very space screaming.

At the circle’s center—Morgadia was enveloped in light.

Power converged, swallowing her form.

—And then.

As the flash subsided.

She stood silently.

“…Did it work?”

Izolde asked cautiously.

Morgadia sliced her arm lightly, inspecting the wound.

It healed instantly.

Her eyes widened.

“…This is—”

Proven through countless battles.

Her wounds healed in moments.

But that wasn’t all.

Her mana pool expanded exponentially, her body gained agility and strength surpassing even beastmen.

Memory, insight, processing speed—all far beyond human limits.

The birth of the “Immortal Witch.”

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—The research seemed successful.

But the cost was far too great.

Since gaining this power, I lost control.

I grew irritated over trifles, sometimes turning aggressive.

The worst part—was the inability to forget.

Once anger ignited, it burned eternally.

When sadness struck, tears flowed endlessly.

Once an emotion was triggered, it could never be switched off.

Ironic.

In seeking immortality, I ended up living like a corpse.

My daily routine is rigid.

Disrupting it sends me into panic.

Because stimulation is too dangerous.

A single strong stimulus becomes permanent.

Pleasure, pain, disgust, joy—all eternal.

I came to this world.

Seeking a low-stress environment to survive.

A stable, low-stimulation country. Naturally, I ended up in Japan.

Staying holed up at home would be safest.

But that’s too boring—I’d lose my mind.

I know I’m selfish.

So I use magic to repeat my “third year of high school” every year.

Decades. No, longer.

It was fun at first. But I’m getting tired of it.

I keep going because—the “clubroom” is my only sanctuary.

I avoid crowds.

—But deep down, I keep waiting.

For someone to stir my heart.