The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem.

Kansai Guy Has Another Dream.

I suddenly woke up to find myself back in my one-room apartment from my previous life. Again…? I let out a deep sigh. This was seriously bad for my heart. I was supposed to be sleeping next to Mio-chan. That’s how I knew—this had to be another dream conjured by that chief producer-faced god.

“Hey there, how’s it going, Corporate Slave A-san?”

“You’ve got terrible taste, you know that? Don’t wake me up in this room. It’s murder on my heart.”

“My apologies. But I have something important to tell you. Don’t worry—I’m not sending you back to your previous life. Your body there has already turned to ashes, after all.”

So I really did die, huh. Guess that’s what an unhealthy lifestyle gets you… Mom, I’m truly sorry.

“Alright… So what’s this thing you need to tell me?”

“I’ll be sending just your soul back to your previous life for a moment. Hold on tight to my hand, okay? If we get separated, you won’t be able to return to your current world.”

That sounded terrifying the moment he said it… So I gripped the god’s hand firmly and stepped outside… only to be led to some hall I didn’t recognize. The place was packed with people who looked like total otaku. Huh?

“NTR HAZARD Plus Release Announcement? A new Netorare Hazard game?”

“Exactly. After several years, we’re releasing it with a new heroine and additional scenarios.”

No way. But it wasn’t a completely new title—just the existing scenarios plus new heroine routes.

“There’s no salvation route, right…?”

“Of course not. But that’s not the issue here.”

“What do you mean? This has something to do with me…? Wait, hold on. You’re not saying this heroine is going to affect me, are you?”

“That’s right! Exactly that. She’s going to become involved with you.”

“Hey, wait a second! I’ve already got my hands full with Mio-chan, Shi-chan, and Rinko!”

“Now, now. The law is going to pass soon anyway—further measures against the declining birthrate, raising the marriage limit from three to four.”

“What a conveniently plotted world!!”

“Ah! It’s starting! Look, over there!”

“Huh!? Wait… who’s that? What happened to Sekime Producer, the usual chief producer?”

“He… well, he’s been pushed out by the man standing there now, Kyobashi-kun…”

No way. Netorare Hazard was defined by Sekime Producer. I had massive argument battles with that guy on Z. We clashed hard plenty of times. We were like cats and dogs… but wait. That Kyobashi guy—I remember him too. He kept replying with the most boring, worthless crap compared to Sekime Producer, so I blocked him. And now that guy is the chief producer of Netorare Hazard…?

(Heh heh heh… You filthy moe pigs… Thanks for coming to my glorious announcement! Grovel and squeal under my presentation, won’t you?)

“What the hell is that voice?”

“His inner thoughts.”

“Is that really okay? Calling the fans ‘moe pigs’? If you look down on your customers like that, you’ll lose them all.”

“He doesn’t understand that. He’s been hostile toward Sekime Producer, drove him out, and boasted he’d make a Netorare Hazard that surpasses Sekime’s.”

“…You’re a god, so you already know how this turns out, right?”

“Yes. If I speak of the future—this new scenario will flop. The enormous development costs poured into this Netorare Hazard Plus will lead to failure, and the company will be on the brink of collapse.”

“Wait… then what about Sekime-san…?”

“No need to worry. Sekime-san has left the company and is working elsewhere now.”

That’s a relief… Sekime-san and I argued countless times, but he had conviction. I had conviction too. He provoked me plenty, but Netorare Hazard was the reason I clung so desperately to the heroines for salvation. He was an enemy, but I respected him.

“Sekime-san did consider you a rival, but he also said that thanks to you, he came up with some great scenarios. He was even planning a new heroine route. In the end… he wanted to recreate what you once said: ‘Make Tennouji suffer a little too.’”

“No way!? You don’t mean the heroine is…!”

“And here she is! The new heroine of Netorare Hazard—Harumiya Sakura!”

Harumiya Sakura. Wasn’t that the name I accidentally let slip during one of our arguments? Yeah—when I said the heroines shouldn’t be the only ones suffering, that Tennouji should get his comeuppance too, he replied that he’d borrow the name “Harumiya Sakura” for that.

Sekime-san’s scenario went like this—he’d scribbled it on his blog as a memo. Harumiya, even more dependent than Rinko, becomes a burden to Tennouji, who tries to escape her by fleeing his hometown. Harumiya comes from the prestigious Harumiya Industrial Group. She pours money into keeping Tennouji tied to her—piling up debt, changing her makeup however he wants, draining every last yen from her family… But Tennouji still runs.

“The limited express train will soon be passing through.”

As the announcement echoes, Tennouji hears a voice from behind.

“I won’t let you escape, Daiki-sama?”

The moment he turns, she clings to him—and they’re both struck by the oncoming express train at full speed… I lost it when I read that. If they die together, there’s no comeuppance at all! We argued furiously again in the blog comments. He insisted it was just a draft—that dying together and being reunited in heaven was salvation. The fans went ballistic.

“Unlike Sumizome Academy, Harumiya Sakura attends the prestigious Hanayashiki Girls’ Academy. She is the refined young lady of the massive Harumiya Industrial Group.”

Her standing illustration appeared on the screen. Wow… She had a completely different aura from Shi-chan, Mio-chan, or Rinko—a true sheltered noblewoman. Perfect beauty combined with adorable charm. Flawless appearance, excellence in both academics and athletics. But apparently a bit naive and out of touch with the world. Yeah, that sounded exactly like the kind of heroine Sekime-san would create. And I’m going to meet a girl like her…? No way… I wouldn’t even know how to date someone like that. I’m just a commoner… Well, Rinko does feel a little upper-class, but still.

“Good luck out there, Corporate Slave A-san.”

“You’ve got it easy! I’m the one who’s about to have a rough time!”

“Hahaha. You’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

“Damn it! So who’s the one doing the stealing? Tennouji again?”

“Well…”

“And here’s the new antagonist targeting Sakura—different from Tennouji! Miyanosaka Takuto!”

The moment I saw the illustration, my jaw dropped and stayed there. What the hell is this guy…? Filthy, ugly, fat… but somehow giving off rich vibes… No way—no way Sekime-san came up with this!

“No… this is the antagonist Kyobashi-kun designed.”

“The strongest villain I could think of! Is this what that is!?”

“Incidentally, unlike Tennouji’s mix of cunning and violence, this one uses money to steal her. And after the fall… what happens to the corrupted Harumiya Sakura, according to his tastes… is this.”

Ugh! Ugh!!! This is the worst!! That bastard actually did it! The hardcore “save the heroine” faction and the NTR lovers could never see eye to eye—we fought endlessly on forums and Z—but there was one thing both sides absolutely rejected. One thing the entire userbase agreed was unforgivable.

“No yamamba makeup.”

That was it. You might think it’s no different from flashy makeup, but this was the one line we all drew. That idiot Kyobashi really doesn’t listen to the fans at all! No wonder it’s going to flop… And the stealing method is trash too. Just throwing money around…? With Imamiya and Tennouji, there was that desperate battle where the heroine was protected despite being outmatched, and we could empathize. “Imamiya, don’t do it!” we’d scream… only to despair when she fell. But this? Buying out the Harumiya Industrial Group with money? Drugging her into pleasure corruption? Yamamba makeup? That’s it? Seriously…? There’s no fun in that at all… He took the incredible character material Sekime-san created—Harumiya Sakura—and turned her into garbage…

I snorted derisively. This definitely wasn’t Netorare Hazard. Of course, at a release announcement, the fans in the audience right now had no idea what the future held…

“Want to see it again? The new heroine’s yamamba makeup. It makes me want to puke.”

“You’re the sadistic one for trying to show me that nightmare twice.”

“Ah, wait—don’t hit me!”

“I’m not just gonna knock you out this time. I’ll bury you all the way to the Earth’s core.”

“N-no! Stop! This was supposed to be good news, right!?”

“The moment you suggested showing me yamamba again, you were done for!! Go fossilize deep underground, you bastard!!!!”

“Guehh!!!”

As expected from the dream world—an impossibly deep hole opened up. Time ran out right there. Purple smoke enveloped everything, and my consciousness faded away.