Occult: World of Yandere - Zetro Translation

Nier soared through the night sky, the cold air sharp against his face as it whipped past him. He had long left the Old Highway behind, its distant lights swallowed by the dark. Now, there was only the stillness of his neighborhood beneath him as he flew towards his house.

Rows of houses stretched below, crouched in the shadows. Some windows glowed faintly, casting pale light onto frost-laced lawns, while others sat completely dark, like hollow eyes watching the street.

The roads were empty; no cars rolling by, no footsteps echoing on the cracked pavement. Even during the day, this place barely stirred. But at night, it felt abandoned, like the world had quietly ended and no one bothered to mention it.

The cold felt heavier here, denser as if it soaked into the ground and crept up the walls of every house. Flux attacks had become too common for anyone to really panic anymore. It wasn’t fear that kept people inside; it was something worse…. Resignation!! A dull acceptance that stepping out might mean never stepping back in.

It is for this reason that online jobs are the number one job in the world right now, given most jobs are done from home and from the inside.

And the rare few that do not are paid vastly more than the normal people, since paying for a person’s time comes with the cost of paying for their life, as every step to work is a risk to their lives.

People adjusted.

They learned to live around the danger.

Lights stayed low.

Curtains stayed drawn.

Doors stayed locked.

They told themselves any potential danger would just pass, that maybe the next wave of chaos wouldn’t come for their street—or worse, for their homes.

A distant dog barked, sharp and sudden, then quickly fell silent. The wind answered, weaving through leafless trees and loose shutters with a low, ghostly howl.

Nier’s eyes drifted across the rooftops until something caught his attention—a soft, flickering glow from a high attic window.

‘Hmmm, Marcy….

Nier said to himself as he flew by a familiar house, looking at a very young girl he knew too well.

‘This annoying brat isn’t invading my property today, thank God… it seems her dad finally learned to control his daughter.’

Said Nier as he looked at the young woman as he flew by her house.

His eyes caught a flicker of light as he looked at the weird girl.

She sat in the open window frame, lazily hunched forward, a thin trail of smoke curling from the joint between her fingers. Her skin was pale, unnervingly pale, like porcelain left out in the cold too long, almost glowing under the dim red LED lights spilling from her room. The kind of pale that made the dark ink of her tattoos look even starker, more alive.

Marcy was 21, though you wouldn’t know it by the way she carried herself. There was something older about her, something jaded like she’d been through enough shit to burn through whatever excitement people her age were supposed to have.

Or that’s what Nier would say if he didn’t know how annoying this little girl was. On multiple occasions, he caught her sneaking into his property and invading his family house to do weird shit or just to smoke sticking up the place with that mud she was smoking.

Of course, he has security cameras all over the place—47 of them, to be precise—even in his old family house, all hidden plane sight.

Nier was a careful man. Always watching, always calculating. He made it a point to stay ahead of any potential threats, especially for Yandere’s.

For all his life, Yandere’s women were a problem he didn’t tolerate. If someone’s fixation on him started to take root, he’d cut it off before it could grow into something dangerous.

But Marcy? She wasn’t on that list. Not yet, anyway. He’d never spoken to her, never given her a reason to notice him beyond being neighbors. Still, caution was second nature to him.

One day, after catching her and her friends sneaking onto his property to hang out and smoke, Nier decided to handle it directly. He waited for the right moment, and when her father finally waddled outside, sweaty, disheveled, and stinking of stale alcohol, he approached him.

Without saying much, he handed the man a USB drive.

Security footage, of course.

Clear shots of Marcy and her little group trespassing on his family land like they owned the place.

Of course, he makes sure to tell him off by saying.

“Next time I catch that little fiend on my property, you’ll be paying for a funeral.”

Nier could remember the reaction Marcy’s father gave him that day; it was kind of amusing, to be honest.

Not only was his face drained with color.

He barely stammered out an apology, nodding like his head was about to fall off.

Nier wasn’t surprised. The guy was pathetic. Bloated from years of gambling and drinking, being a completely useless man. The only reason the family hadn’t fallen apart was because Marcy’s mother was out there working herself to the bone, holding everything together.

But the old mess? He wasn’t abusive, just weak… Spineless, Useless!! The kind of man who let life drag him around because he was too much of a coward to stand up to anything.

Nier didn’t need to say anything else.

The message was clear.

And since then, Marcy has stopped invading his property.

But that was more or less how Nier got rid of her, but on the other hand, looking at her from the eyes of an eagle, he got to admit, that was rather good-looking.

Her body was barely covered, just a thin black G-string clinging to her hips, leaving the rest of her pale skin bare to the cold. But she didn’t seem to care. The night air wrapped around her like it wasn’t even there.

A black hoodie hugged her upper body, tight enough to trace the soft curve of her waist and stretch across her chest. The fabric rode up slightly, exposing a sliver of skin above the sharp dip of her hips. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to show off the contrast between the dark fabric and her porcelain flesh.

Tattoos crawled over her like shadows, dark roses blooming and wilting across her ribs, skeletal hands tangled in thorny vines wrapping around her thighs, and a cracked porcelain doll face inked along her arm, its hollow eyes staring blankly into nothing.

Thin, sharp script curled along her collarbone in words Nier couldn’t read, and barbed wire snaked around one leg, so detailed it looked like it might actually cut if touched.

Her hair was a mess of deep purple, unevenly chopped, strands falling into her face as she exhaled slowly.

Smoke drifted past her black-painted lips, disappearing into the cold night. Her dark eyes were half-lidded, distant—like she wasn’t looking at anything in particular, just existing in that small corner of the world, too numb or too tired to care.

As Marcy sat there, lazily flicking ash from her joint, her eyes shifted to the side. Something had caught her attention; a large bird gliding through the night sky. At first, it looked like an eagle, wings stretched wide against the moonlight.

But something felt… off about it.

Her gaze sharpened.

The bird’s eyes glowed red, faint but unmistakable, and for a brief second, they locked onto hers. The stare wasn’t curious or cautious; it was lazy, almost irritated like she was some minor annoyance in its way.

Marcy’s brows pulled together, confusion flickering in her otherwise dead-eyed stare.

But before she could make sense of it, the eagle was gone, slicing through the cold air at a speed that had to be close to 80 km/h, leaving her in the wake of its passing wind.

She blinked, staring at the empty sky, the moment lingering uncomfortably in her mind.

Slowly, she brought the joint back to her lips, staring at it with suspicion.

“Am I trippin’… or did that eagle have glowing red eyes?”

She muttered, exhaling smoke.

Her eyes narrowed at the dark horizon.

“…And it looked like it was staring me down.”

Her head tilted slightly, following the direction the bird had flown.

“That’s… that’s toward the Augustus family’s old estate, isn’t it?”

The wind stirred her hair, but Marcy just sat there, suddenly much more awake than before.

“Ha… sigh, how odd. Well, let’s not pay it no mind for now; after all, it’s already 3 in the morning… sigh, I am going to bed.”

…

Nier soared past Marcy’s house, her presence already forgotten as the cold wind bit at his feathers. The quiet sprawl of the neighborhood stretched out below him: modest houses tucked in tight rows, their yards bare and silent. But in the middle of it all, like a scar on the landscape, loomed the Augustus family estate.

It was impossible to ignore.

The property swallowed over 500 acres of land, drowning in thick oak trees that clawed at the sky. The woods were dense and unkempt, branches tangled like they were trying to keep the world out. Shadows twisted between the trees, and even in flight, Nier could feel the cold that seemed to radiate from the ground.

At the heart of the estate sat the old Augustus manor, a giant, crumbling relic of a past long dead. Its broken windows gaped like empty eyes, scorched walls still blackened with old fire damage. The roof sagged in places, and ivy crept up the stone walls as if nature itself was trying to bury it. It looked like something that belonged in a ghost story—the kind of place kids dared each other to approach. But Nier didn’t give that ruin much thought.

That wasn’t his home.

His house sat closer to the front of the estate, a sharp contrast to the decaying manor behind it. The place was massive, a three-story villa that looked more like a private retreat than a family home.

Its modern design stood tall against the surrounding woods, lights glowing faintly behind thick windows. The house had everything, a sprawling basement, an attic tucked high under the roof, multiple bedrooms and bathrooms. There was even a private gym, a cozy cinema room, and an office space that felt too big for one person.

And outside, the pool stretched wide and still under the moonlight, reflecting the sky like glass.

The garage was packed too.

Four cars sat inside: a growling black and red muscle car, a bulky black van, a sleek sliver-colored truck, and a large armored bus.

His SUV would have made 5, but sadly it was gone from this world.

But there were four vehicles in total. It wasn’t the kind of collection someone with his paycheck could ever dream of affording.

But this was all his now.

When his parents died, they left him everything. Nier never fully understood how his father pulled in that kind of money, especially since the man never left the house. His mother had been strict about that, keeping his father holed up inside. But whatever business his father ran, it was profitable enough to build all this.

But his cost of living was not bad, you would think his monthly bill must be high, but to be honest.

He did not pay anything, which means he did not pay for light, and water, and only ever paid for his internet connection.

Why you might be asking, well it was simple.

Large heavy-duty solar panels lined the roof, quietly powering the entire estate. Several massive water vats stood along the side of the house, hooked up to keep the place self-sufficient. The security was no joke either. A five-meter-high wall wrapped around the entire property topped with an electric gate.

The guard booth at the entrance sat empty, but the AI system ran everything—watching, scanning, ready, and if any was wrong, it would send Nier a message on either his home system or his phone.

The scary part was the fact that his mother coded that AI. And she didn’t spent a dime to hire professional’s to perfect it, the moment she learned how to use Continuum and Arbota, which are both highly complex coding language use mostly for making Artificial Intelligence, she spent about four years on creating and perfecting Lisa, the family digital assistant.

That aside in a way due to his mother Yandere tendency’s she was horrifically reliable in a bad way.

That aside though, Nier flew towards his room balcony; his form beginning to loose the shape of a bird, as bone crack, and flesh and sinew realign, he soon ended back up in his human form. At this moment he was naked, and his long red hair dangled pass his shoulders as his red eyes glow.

He walked forward pushing his glass door aside, and enter his room, which was the master bedroom, and his parents previous room and the moment he did that.

He regretted, as Silence began to speak.

[Master I can sense an immense amount of Negative Energy all over this room, the bed specifically, the total estimate has passed +9999… I will now begin absorption, if you agree to take it in of course, Warning ⚠️… Traumatic Memories can be sense.]