Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 233

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Chapter 233

Starting the seventeenth update.

Perhaps it was due to her desperation. Ophelia awakened to dark magic. Though her achievement was quite profound, even dark magic could not prevent the destruction.

Starting the twenty-third update.

Abandoning everything, she headed recklessly toward the south of the continent.

It was the cycle where she survived the longest, but she had to watch the horrific process of the continent’s destruction.

Moreover, ridiculously, what killed her wasn’t a demonic beast.

With nations falling one by one, it was a state of anarchy where criminals ran rampant.

Ophelia lost her life futilely at the hands of a mad mage called the Red Mage Tower Master.

Starting the twenty-eighth update.

She went on a pilgrimage, allowing the Hero’s Star to accumulate vast divine power. She gained the High Priest’s recognition and could head to the Holy Empire that knew of the future destruction, but the result didn’t change.

The Holy Empire that had caged itself destroyed itself through food shortages, riots, and civil war.

Starting the thirtieth update.

She spent all eight years crying.

Starting the thirty-second update.

Exhausted by everything, she crossed the border and headed toward her hometown.

Even if it was just an empty shell, she wanted to be comforted in the embrace of a family that loved her.

However, Ophelia couldn’t even embrace her family and was sold off like livestock under the pretext of a political marriage.

That day, she ended her own life.

Starting the thirty-third update.

She abandoned the hope of being able to return home.

Then she could no longer tell whether she was moving to live or moving to die.

And so she died.

Died.

Kept dying.

Died again.

Finally, Ophelia acknowledged it.

To stop this regression, there was only one way: the Hero’s Star must draw the holy sword and kill the Demon King.

Starting the thirty-seventh update.

“Get up. How long do you plan to lie there lazily?”

When she came to her senses, she was harshly driving the Hero’s Star.

She earned a lot of money with the experience accumulated through regression and created an environment where the Hero’s Star could focus solely on studies.

Yet the child’s achievements were worse than ever before.

“No. Like this, you can’t draw the holy sword. You can’t prevent the destruction!”

“Why can’t you do even one thing properly?”

“If only you, if only you had done things right, I would have returned home long ago.”

Around that time, Ophelia became extremely anxious. Because her family’s faces were gradually becoming blurry.

As if fueling her anxiety, all sorts of doubts tormented her every night.

‘What if I return but too much time has passed and my family is all dead?’

‘Is my body in the other world even intact to begin with? What if it’s already dead and cremated?’

‘…If I return, will I be able to recognize Mom, Dad, and my younger brother’s faces? I can’t even remember them properly now.’

When such sleepless nights came, Ophelia clung to dark magic.

She couldn’t rely only on the Hero’s Star.

She tried to unseal the holy sword with dark magic.

Fortunately, she had vast knowledge of dark magic and a desperate desire to draw the holy sword.

All she needed was a price for the dark magic.

Ophelia carefully searched for a sacrifice.

Someone with special power, with resentment toward the world deep enough to break the holy sword’s seal.

‘That woman would be good.’

Ophelia chose Belinda Blanche.

On the day she completed the dark magic, Ophelia was able to unseal the holy sword by sacrificing Belinda Blanche’s soul.

“Haha, ahahaha!”

Ecstasy overflowed.

Finally, finally!

‘Now I can return home.’

Everything was perfect.

Having obtained the holy sword, she could easily borrow the power of the Royal Palace and Temple.

Not only that. She had the Hero’s Star face demonic beasts repeatedly so he could skillfully handle combat with them.

Though her body was still in the world of 【Hirome】, her soul already seemed to have set foot in her longed-for hometown.

‘When I return home, I’ll sleep in late in my room, in my bed until the sun is high in the sky. Then when Mom taps my back to wake me up, I’ll get up.’

‘For lunch, I’ll steal the ramen my younger brother cooked. I’ll have to skip school lectures that day.’

‘For a late-night snack, chicken that Dad orders will do. When I’m depressed about ruining my diet again, Dad will tell me that his daughter is the prettiest in the world.’

And, and…

She was squeezing her memory as much as possible, savoring memories with her family.

(!Error!)

An error window covered Ophelia’s vision in bright red. The moment deep furrows formed on her brow at this phenomenon she was seeing for the first time.

“Lady Ophelia.”

The Hero’s Star’s voice came from behind her.

For some reason, Ophelia felt her hair stand on end.

She slowly turned around.

The first thing she saw was the holy sword, blackened with corruption. Following the hand gripping the holy sword, she slowly raised her gaze to see a familiar face.

Lips pale blue and scars from harsh training across the cheeks.

But unlike usual, the child with eyes tinged red looked down at Ophelia with a dead black gaze.

“Lu…ka.”

As if answering her call, the Hero’s Star reached out his hand to her.

The child’s hand, so cold it felt like a corpse, traced her cheek before immediately grasping her throat.

“You always said you wanted to die, like a habit.”

(!Warning!) A Demon King has been born in the field.

Though Ophelia was trained enough not to be surprised by most things, at that moment she could only stare up at the system window helplessly.

“I’ve become strong enough to grant that wish.”

The child’s whites turned pitch black and bloody tears flowed from one eye.

Was it the result of corrupting the holy sword? Or was it because the Hero’s Star couldn’t overcome the demonic curse?

Whatever the reason, the Hero’s Star had become the Demon King.

“Ha, damn this world.”

Let it perish forever.

After a sound that could have been laughter or lamentation squeezed through her drowsy throat.

Snap.

The sound of a dry cherry tree branch breaking echoed.

It was the most painless death.

And when she opened her eyes again.

“Lady Belinda isn’t bad!”

(Error!) A formal guardian already exists for the ‘Hero’s Star’.

For the first time, everything was different.

The miracle came like that.

Borrowing the name Belinda.

Thus began the thirty-eighth life.

Ophelia finally gave up on returning home.

Instead, she decided to live and die as Ophelia in this world.

Because that was the only atonement she could offer to Belinda.

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“Huff!”

I flailed my arms and legs like a drowning person.

My neck hurt as if it were broken, so I frantically scratched at the back of my neck. But what I really wanted to scratch away wasn’t the pain in my neck.

Terrible hatred and despair spreading through my bloodstream to my entire body.

A violent impulse to mess up everything except myself because I found this world so disgusting took control of my body.

I fumbled at my bedside and picked up the hand mirror I had temporarily placed there.

In the mirror, a red-haired beauty with fierce eyes was reflected.

Seeing that, I felt my mind clear up just a little.

However, Ophelia’s consciousness still remained in my head, whispering to me in the mirror.

‘So you came, Belinda. My only confidant.’

With my dazed mind, I asked Ophelia, who was slowly beginning to fade away inside me.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth earlier? If you really thought of me as a friend, we could have put our heads together and thought about it together.”

Ophelia answered in a voice so faint it was barely audible.

‘Maybe… yes, as you say, we might have found a better way. But I’m no longer sound enough to cling to such hope. You know what? What broke me wasn’t the repeating days, but the hope that tomorrow might be different.’

With those words, Ophelia’s voice could no longer be heard.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long time before collapsing back down.

The thirty-seventh update that I couldn’t confirm because my other world self had an accident.

In that round, Ophelia had broken the holy sword’s seal using Belinda’s soul as payment.

Originally, Belinda’s soul would have returned to her original body during the world reset process.

But perhaps because Belinda didn’t want it.

No, maybe Belinda’s wish made on the day of Uncle’s funeral had come true.

‘May tomorrow never come like this.’

As a result, Belinda’s body became empty, and the First King’s dark magic that turned back the world’s clock recognized Belinda’s empty body as a player, just like Ophelia.

That’s how I came to this world.

So.

“Ophelia, you were the one who brought me to this world.”

Thanks to Ophelia, I became who I am now.

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