After watching the coin market plunge, Mark made a reckless decision: he threw every last penny of his savings into the crashing red-light stock.
Silence swallowed the room as he stared at the screen, heart pounding and breath shallow.
To understand how he landed here, we need to rewind—just one day.
Mark was an ordinary guy until the day Chronicles Avatars, the game he was playing, pulled him into this world.
At first, fear didn't strike him. No spells, no monsters—just an ordinary dating sim set in a familiar, slice-of-life world.
The game started with two childhood friends, a class president, and even his teacher and the female principal—both impossibly alluring—as potential love interests.
Choose a girl's route, unlock her 100% ending, and get married.
What made Chronicles Avatars wildly popular was its twist: every girl was a yandere. Pick one, and you were 99% certain to meet a bad ending… but for you, not her.
For Mark, this was everything. His obsession with yanderes—their fierce loyalty, their relentless devotion—was unmatched. A mesmerising, dangerous phenomenon.
He liked it even more because his name is the same as the protagonist.
The catch? The only "good" ending was to balance relationships, never fully commit, and find normal love later—as coworkers.
Mark despised this. He poured his rage into a 10,000-word manifesto to the developers.
Instead of understanding, they banned him.
So, like clockwork, he launched the game again—seething but eager.
This time, the opening screen flickered oddly. A sudden flash of blinding light pulled him in.
For a moment, Mark was disoriented. He stood in what looked exactly like his home.
But when he glanced around, the familiar HUD blinked into existence—he was inside the game.
Frozen, Mark scanned his high school class list names.
There it was—his name just a little odd?
Relief washed over him—until his phone buzzed.
A message from Lucy?
Who was she? His curiosity propelled him to the gallery. Photos flooded the screen—images of them hugging, laughing, growing up together.
One of the heroines.
His breath hitched. He dropped the phone and sprinted to the bathroom, eyes locked on the mirror.
His face stared back—identical to the protagonist's.
Then, a chilling grin spread across his lips.
God had finally given him a chance: to build a harem of yanderes.
He grabbed his phone, fingers trembling, and messaged Lucy.
She stared at her screen, silent—it was the first time Mark had reached out like this.
His messages piled up—inviting her on a date.
She blushed furiously, burying her face in her pillow.
Five minutes later, she rolled onto her back, chest rising and falling rapidly as her heart hammered.
She pulled up a childhood photo of them, then switched to a recent one—her fingers absentmindedly stroking her kitty.
Ten minutes later, calm and settled. She hugged a pillow printed with Mark's face, cheeks still flushed.
"Dating is basically a marriage proposal, right?" she whispered.
Mark switched off his phone, unaware he'd just kept her awake all night.
Sunlight spilled over his face as he awoke. He went downstairs to make breakfast.
No parents awaited him—the protagonist setting was an orphan.
As he chewed eggs and sausages he cooked, a knock echoed.
He opened the door.
There stood Lucy.
If she was stunning in-game, in real life she was breathtaking.
She brushed crimson hair past him, seated herself beside him, and wrapped her arms around his left.
His right hand held his fork, but she clung tighter than usual—even by game standards.
Near the end of breakfast, Mark gently lifted her onto his lap.
Her cheeks flamed, but she offered no resistance.
She fed him small bites, keeping him captivated.
The only distraction was her curvy hips pressing against him as she shifted.
A true gentleman, Mark held her waist firmly, preventing her from slipping.
He marveled at her narrow waist contrasted with her fuller hips—a sight that captivated him.
Lucy noticed his silence and, catching his gaze, smiled with pure happiness.
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