Reincarnated as a Mob in an Otome Game, but the Characters Were Worse Than I Expected, So I Crushed Them All and Destroyed the Story - Chapter 31: Mob Talks to the Pink-Haired Girl Who's Pink Both Inside and Out

Chapter 31: Mob Talks to the Pink-Haired Girl Who’s Pink Both Inside and Out

“I really don’t want to say this, but… maybe I should consult with Prince Alec?”

Jessica flashed a mischievous smile.

This wasn’t some innocent remark—she knew I had already clashed with the prince and his group once before.

She was saying this on purpose, fully aware that I couldn’t just refuse her proposal.

“Oh? That’s quite the underhanded suggestion.”

“I’d prefer if you called it ‘well-prepared.’”

Well-prepared, my ass.

Sure, I’ll give her credit for deepening her ties with the prince and his lackeys, but all she was really doing here was threatening to tattle on me.

And she had the nerve to call that ‘well-prepared’ with a straight face? Give me a break.

“What exactly do you gain from challenging such a weak and innocent guy like me to a duel?”

[Weak and innocent? Where? More like a reckless Spirit User and a total pervert.]

(Oh, shut up. Do you know how many monsters there are in this academy? Charlotte isn’t the only one. The girl standing right in front of me is at the top of the list of future monsters in training.)

[Wow, you’re not even denying the pervert part anymore…]

Once the story progresses and the main characters level up, no matter how much I grind my stats, I’ll eventually hit a wall.

With their special abilities, Spirit Swords, and sheer numbers, I’ll never be able to compete with them in a direct fight.

Even though the prince’s group is full of eccentric weirdos, if Jessica takes the lead, she could unify them under one goal.

If that happens, I’m done for.

So yeah, when you look at it that way…

I do belong in the weak and helpless category.

“No, no. This isn’t a duel.”

“…It’s not?”

“Yup. I never intended to challenge you to a duel.”

Not a duel…?

Then what the hell does she want?

“Fufu, you look so confused.”

“Well, can you blame me? I haven’t done anything wrong, yet someone suddenly shows up acting like they want to have a match with me. I’d say that is the real problem here.”

“Aww, don’t be so cold. Could it be… you’re just embarrassed?”

Jessica winked at me with a playful smirk.

Yeah, sure, she was cute—

But my disgust was way stronger than any other reaction I could’ve had.

Seriously, don’t say things like that with that face and that body.

It’s just plain disturbing.

Honestly, I’d rather hear those kinds of delusional lines from a shallow, ugly, mean-spirited woman I barely know.

At least that wouldn’t feel like some sort of cosmic joke.

“I am not embarrassed. And I’d really appreciate it if you stopped making these absurd assumptions.”

“Oh? Even when a girl as cute as me is standing right in front of you, you can still say that?”

“I’ve told you—I don’t care. More importantly, what do you mean it’s not a duel? The sooner we wrap up this conversation, the better, so just get to the point.”

“My, my… You’re really full of yourself. That face of yours… I really want to see it twist in pain…”

Jessica licked her lips in an oddly seductive manner.

…Oh. So she’s that kind of person.

Not that I care.

Either way, it changes nothing.

“If you want me to kneel, I’ll do it right now. It’s not like I care. I never had even the slightest interest in getting involved with you in the first place. In fact, I’d love nothing more than to cut ties completely.”

“That’s not the issue here~. I just want you to know your place, you see? Empty apologies don’t mean anything to me. What does matter is making sure you never get in my way again. Not even once.”

What a pain.

I don’t know what went wrong for her to turn out like this—

A clingy, vain troublemaker with nothing but her looks going for her.

She was not like this in the original story.

If anything, she’s become even worse than Charlotte.

Honestly, after winning that duel against Charlotte, I had hoped I could start forming useful connections—

Maybe even build some alliances.

But nope. Life just doesn’t work that way.

“I already told you—I have zero intention of getting in your way.”

“Whether you intend to or not doesn’t matter. If you’re a nuisance, you’re gone. That’s all there is to it.”

“Wow. What an absolutely charming personality you have.”

“Fufu, maybe so~. But I’ll do whatever it takes to achieve my goals. And right now, you are nothing but an obstacle in my way.”

What the hell is with this logic?

This is the kind of reasoning nations use to justify war.

It’s definitely not how you talk to a fellow classmate—

Someone you’re supposed to be learning and growing alongside.

…Then again, expecting a normal school life at this academy was probably my first mistake.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s like changing the rules after the game’s already started.”

“It’s not like I can go around telling people about this, you know? But I do feel a little bad for you. I mean, I did care about you—about as much as I’d care about a fly buzzing around.”

…Wait, that’s what she considers caring?

So if a fly’s buzzing in your face and it’s annoying, that technically counts as paying attention to it?

I don’t know. But one thing’s for sure—she doesn’t have any positive feelings toward me.

“How kind of you.”

“Anyway, about that duel you were talking about—I’d prefer a mock battle instead.”

A mock battle.

Unlike a traditional duel, which is usually fought one-on-one in an open space, mock battles are much more like real wars or monster hunts.

Multiple participants can join in, and the battlefield itself can be anywhere—

Forests, hills, any natural terrain that adds complexity to the fight.

“…Why a mock battle?”

“Because I’m not just trying to make you obey me. That would be pointless. What I really want—is to break you.”

…Oh. So we’re on the same page, then.

The only difference is that while I use psychological warfare to crush my opponents, she prefers brute force.

That said, in Charlotte’s case…

My “psychological attack” ended up awakening something in her instead.

Rather than breaking her, it somehow healed her twisted personality.

…Which, in hindsight, was a complete miscalculation on my part.

“Oh, and refusing isn’t an option, okay? Otherwise, I might have to go through the trouble of asking for advice I don’t actually need.”

“…Sigh. Fine.”

“Fufu, good boy~. The mock battle will be in one week. I’ll handle submitting the request to the teacher.”

“Yeah, no. I refuse. Knowing you, I have no idea what kind of shady conditions you’d try to sneak in. I’m submitting it with you.”

“Oh my~? Saying you’ll do it with me… are you flirting?”

This damn pink-head woman—

Oh, wait. She really does have pink hair.

Why does everything she says rub me the wrong way?

Does she even have a functioning brain?

“Please stop with the weird assumptions.”

“Ahaha~. Well then, I suppose I’ll take my leave now~.”

Jessica gave me a playful wink before picking up her bag and strutting out of the classroom.

[Wow… what a total bitch.]

(Seriously, how did things end up like this…? I wanted nothing to do with her…)

[Hehehe… But isn’t it simple? You just need to crush her on the battlefield, right? I, for one, don’t take kindly to being looked down on.]

(Yeah… If I lose, my future will either be ruined—or so insufferably annoying that death might be preferable…)

I had just barely made it through my fight with Charlotte—

And now, I was already staring down another impossible challenge:

A battle against the protagonist herself.

I let out a long, exhausted sigh.