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 [Dropped] - Chapter 50: The Perverted Cat Opens the Door

Chapter 50: The Perverted Cat Opens the Door

I had always been the best.

I believed I had to be the best—no matter what I did.

But I lost.

Not just once. Twice.

I faced him head-on, fought with everything I had… and still lost.

That searing frustration, sharp enough to burn my soul, tore me apart.

Yet… at the same time, it brought a twisted kind of pleasure I couldn’t describe.

Losing to anyone else would never feel like this.

But it wasn’t something beautiful enough to call “love.”

I couldn’t name this emotion.

But if I had to give it a name, there was only one that fit.

Expectation.

Even when I gave it my all, I couldn’t reach him.

He showed me the overwhelming gap between us.

He forced me to accept how weak and small I really was.

He never lets me win on purpose.

He fights me seriously—like it’s life or death.

And even if I give everything I’ve got, even if I bleed and break myself in the process… that man will still defeat me.

It’s impossible not to expect something from someone like that.

And that’s why I chose to let him treat me like a pet.

To experience a kind of pleasure I could never get anywhere else.

But more than that—to shatter my pride, so I never grow arrogant.

So I always stay humble… and keep working hard.

So I never underestimate others.

And always give everything I have.

I made this vow—and carved it deep into my soul.

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“Haa… so he’s gone. And just when things were about to get fun.”

I dropped the rope I had burned through with my lightning and muttered to myself.

I’d heard the loud crash earlier too—and even now, I could feel that overwhelming magical pressure from outside pressing against my skin.

If I treated it like being left behind on purpose, maybe I could enjoy it a little… but honestly, playing with that giant bundle of magic out there seemed way more entertaining right now.

(The whole ‘being left tied up’ thing can wait for another day. It’s not every day you get to tangle with something that powerful. I’d be missing out if I didn’t.)

As a warrior…

As the strongest noblewoman…

And as someone who had always walked a lonely path—

The thought of fighting someone far beyond my own strength made my heart race.

I was just about to leave the room and head toward him… when I noticed Lisa.

Still tied up, sitting on the floor, trembling—probably from both the earlier noise and being restrained.

(…Well, I suppose being a few minutes late wouldn’t hurt.)

I walked over to her and touched the rope around her chest.

At a glance, it looked tight—but in reality, the knots were loose.

That man must’ve gone easy on her and tied it gently.

(Haa… I’ll have to give him a scolding later. But for now… maybe I’ll play with Lisa a little.)

I picked up the leftover rope still sitting on the table and approached her again.

Since she still had the blindfold on, Lisa didn’t know what I was about to do—her expression showed nothing but confusion.

“U-Um… Lady Charlotte…? You’re able to move…?”

“Did you really think a little rope and a pair of handcuffs could completely stop me?”

“W-Well… I guess that does make sense, but still…”

I’m not exactly a pro when it comes to tying people up, but I could tell Lisa still had plenty of “potential” left to work with.

Trusting my instincts, I started binding her again, bit by bit.

And before I knew it, I had created a version of Lisa that was way more provocative than before.

I shivered in satisfaction just looking at the results.

(Mmm… Not bad at all…)

“L-Lady Charlotte… This feels a little tight…”

“I’ve tied it so it won’t interfere with your breathing. I’m just stepping out for a bit, so be a good girl and wait, alright?”

“Eh!? You’re just going to leave me like this!?”

“Of course. Don’t worry—it won’t take long. I’m just going to play for a little while.”

Without waiting for Lisa’s reply, I stepped out of the room.

Then I broke into a run, heading straight toward the source of that powerful magic.

(That huge surge of magic… Must be Brad fighting over there. Either way, he isn’t nearby.)

I kept sensing the academy’s mana flow as I moved, thinking to myself.

I couldn’t sense everyone’s exact locations with magic—but if someone had massive magic power, or if it was his, I could recognize it even from far away.

Well, he is my master, after all. I should at least be able to track his mana signature.

(Brad doesn’t need my help anyway—what a hassle. But he’s… heading in a completely different direction…?)

As I followed the trail of mana, I noticed that he was moving away from the massive magical presence.

But a man strong enough to defeat me wouldn’t run from a fight.

Which meant… something else must’ve happened over there. Something that pulled his attention away.

In the span of a heartbeat, I came to that conclusion.

I changed course and ran in Edward’s direction—just as a powerful magical presence suddenly appeared near him, in a place that had been empty moments ago.

(Oh? He sensed the enemy appearing. Not bad. I’d expect nothing less from the man who defeated me.)

I was about 500 meters away now.

At this speed, I’d reach him in under thirty seconds.

As the enemy finally came into view, I didn’t hesitate—I launched into a flying kick and smashed into them mid-approach.

The enemy went flying, and the man I was aiming for turned to me, wide-eyed.

“Lady Maxwell…!? Why are you here?”

“What do you mean, why? Well, with something this fun going on, how could I not join in?”

Just as I planned, the enemy stood back up almost unharmed.

Definitely tougher than anything we’ve faced before.

That fact alone made my lips curl up in delight.

(Gilbert. Be ready.)

[Tch. Don’t show me that pathetic side again, ever.]

(Hmph. Just shut up and do your job as a spirit. Lend me your power.)

[You dare speak so boldly? As if someone like you could truly handle my strength.]

I raised Gilbert, now in his spirit sword form, and took my stance.

In the middle of this intense battle, he called out to me—saying he’d handle support.

Apparently, because of compatibility issues, he planned to leave the finishing blow to me.

Honestly, I agreed with him.

I didn’t think he could defeat this enemy who called himself Gelna.

But seeing him assess the situation calmly, without pride or ego, and trust me to finish the fight—that was a smart decision.

(What an interesting man. Then I suppose it’s only fair I prove my worth too.)

Give me three minutes. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Roger that!”

Once I confirmed that he’d rushed off to engage the enemy, I closed my eyes.

If it were him, I knew he wouldn’t let any attacks reach me.

So I placed all my focus into one thing—gathering and refining my magic, with everything I had.

I’ve worked hard all my life.

Training in martial arts. Preparing to be a proper bride. Studying politics.

As the eldest daughter of the house Maxwell, I was taught countless things.

But… that foundation had been flawed.

“Hard work always pays off.”

What a foolish, idealistic saying.

Of course it only “pays off” when there are results.

Effort without results is just self-satisfaction.

That’s the difference between being good and being great.

True excellence lies in continuing to push until you succeed.

Only after achieving something is that effort truly acknowledged.

Once you feel satisfied with yourself, you’ve already set your limit.

It was only when I realized that… that I changed.

My goal became to become unbeatable.

To reach the realm of gods.

After losing to that man twice, I trained like my life depended on it.

I gave it everything I had.

So that I could one day reach that divine domain—

And become something greater.

“It’s time to end this. Perish… Heavenly Thunder God.”

And in that moment, I felt myself brush against divinity.

I nearly reached the domain of the Thunder God—the one who rules over lightning.

A realm so far beyond mortal reach that no matter how hard anyone struggled, they could never touch it.

(Heh… This world really does feel quite nice sometimes.)

My entire body was wrapped in lightning.

But this thunder didn’t burn me.

My limbs felt light, and my senses—sight, sound, everything—sharpened beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

Time itself seemed to slow around me.

“Now then… Shall we begin? The time for devastation has arrived.”

Wearing a smile more satisfied than ever before—

I stepped into the storm with absolute joy.

Dropped Notice:

Hey everyone, sorry, but I can’t feel the spark with this story anymore, so I’ll be dropping it.

Thanks for reading!