Became a Villain Heroine in a Harem Story

The inside of the building was very quiet.

It might mean they were hiding somewhere expecting us to return, or they dispersed their forces to track us down.

But that would be a bad move.

The opponent lacked information. Especially information about me.

Therefore, they probably deployed only the minimum manpower needed to catch [Invisibility].

I’m the variable here.

Bang!

Gunshot.

A bullet filled with killing intent passed by my side.

I heard people talking from a distance away.

‘…The invisibility has been detected.’

If I reversed the premise that the enemy doesn’t know about me, I could think that they had thoroughly prepared for invisibility.

Probably thermal imaging cameras or similar equipment…

Does that mean even invisibility isn’t perfect?

I immediately started moving my shadow to hide my head.

As long as I protected my head, I could regenerate no matter what damage my body took.

‘Status window.’

: Yes.

‘You said you don’t want me to die, right?’

: Yes. That’s correct.

‘Then, help me.’

: I cannot intervene in that way.

It seems I can’t utilize the status window.

I slowly separated part of my shadow and made it sharp, and took out the sword from another shadow.

The shadow has physical force and moves according to my will.

If I could apply it properly, I could use it like artificial muscles.

Separate the sharply honed shadow, manipulate it before it disappears.

And then, rotate it.

Accelerate immediately.

Fire it forward.

Seeing the bullet lodged in the corridor wall, he had pierced the wooden door with thermal imaging equipment.

If it’s just piercing wood, I can do that too.

The shadow, which started rotating like a drill, pierced the door faster than the speed of sound.

Right after a large hole was left, a person’s scream was heard from behind the door.

I didn’t feel guilty.

The first time is usually difficult. I had already crossed a river of no return. I had killed people from the moment I first got the shadow.

This was the second time.

How many personnel would be inside the building… I couldn’t know, but once I start causing a commotion like this, people inevitably gather toward the direction of the sound.

“Inside?”

“It’s okay. More importantly, how’s outside? Can you hear my voice well?”

“Yes. It’s quiet outside. It seems they knew we would come back.”

I approached the door while maintaining tension, conversing with him through the wireless earphone in my ear.

He signaled from the abandoned building across, where he was watching the situation.

“There are five enemies inside, and two rooms with closed doors. The kitchen and storage room we used every day.”

“Enemy positions?”

“Under the desk, on both sides as soon as the door opens, behind the sofa, next to the bookshelf.”

“Good.”

I moved my shadow to wrap my entire body.

I confirmed through the preemptive attack that the enemy didn’t have firepower beyond pistols.

Even if the invisibility ability is useless in combat, just six police officers with only one pistol each—are they that short on manpower?

Anyway, it’s clearly favorable for us.

It’s true that the strength of the shadow is weak, but it won’t break easily with just a few pistol shots.

I precisely insert shadows into the locations I heard from the earlier briefing.

The range is sufficient.

I can do this.

This time, I can save him.

“…Now.”

“Yes!”

I immediately entered.

Loud gunfire was heard from outside, but I maintained calmness and moved my shadow to precisely pierce their heads and hands.

Screams were heard briefly, and after a few seconds, everyone fell silent.

Only silence lingered.

No other presence was felt.

I could feel the mister exhaling a sigh of relief through the wireless earphone.

: Now you kill others as naturally as breathing. How impressive.

‘…Are you being sarcastic?’

: Yes.

‘More importantly, you said my ability is [Other-Killing], right? Why don’t I get any rewards for killing others?’

: You look for rewards before feeling guilt for killing others. You’ve become quite villainous.

‘They were trying to kill me. It’s self-defense. Don’t change the subject and answer my question.’

: Because the people you killed aren’t significant enough to give rewards.

‘Tsk. So it’s all up to you, isn’t it?’

: No, it’s not.

Anyway, I only listen to about half of what it says and forget the rest.

It wasn’t that trustworthy to begin with.

It felt dirty, as if it was invading my free will.

I collected the guns from the hands of the corpses and tied up those who were still unconscious securely.

All six, cleanup complete.

Now it was time to call the mister.

“Mister. It’s okay to come now. I’ve taken care of everything.”

“Haah…”

“Mister?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you. You’re the one who accepted my offer to help.”

“I still don’t know. If this was the right choice. If it’s okay to make a child who isn’t even an adult do such things.”

“It’s okay. Because I wanted to do it.”

♦♦♦

I had a feeling things would get busy again.

Since we’ve been discovered… moving our residence, moving goods, forming a new trading network, sending messages to organizations we used to deal with about changing locations.

There was a mountain of things to do.

I’ll end up taking a break from school for a while too.

Well… can’t be helped.

After all, this is what I chose.

The door opened, and the mister, who had been watching the situation from outside the building, returned to the office.

I wanted to pop champagne and celebrate, but unfortunately, there was no champagne.

Instead, I gave him an enthusiastic welcome.

What would a person who returns home like the most?

It’s a human who welcomes them with a smiling face.

“You’re back?”

I welcomed him with a bright smile, looking so innocent that no one would believe I had just killed people moments ago.

As soon as he saw my face, he froze.

Literally like a statue.

“…Mister?”

“Oh, yes.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You, you can smile.”

“I feel this every time, but what exactly do you think of me?”

“An old soul in a young body.”

“Ugh…”

I couldn’t refute.

Although I looked like a high school girl on the outside, the contents were a working adult in their early 30s.

I closed my mouth and sat on the office desk, starting to make the next plan.

Having received the quest reward in advance, I seemed destined to go to the academy without any excuses.

With a criminal guardian, no less!

Honestly, I was quite concerned about leaving this man in the office while I enrolled in the academy, but what could I do?

A deal is a deal, and considering the status window’s abilities, I might really die.

Unlike other protagonists who never die despite repeatedly having death written as a penalty.

After all, I’m just a supporting character, a villain heroine with no significance.

Then, I had to start thinking about what would happen after the academy.

I needed to minimize meeting the protagonist, avoid participating in major incidents at the academy, while simultaneously deceiving the eyes of the teachers.

For starters, there are no teachers with abilities to discover my ability or find out what I did in the past. So pretending to be a model student would be easy.

The problem was the protagonist and the main episodes and events that occur at the academy.

This damn troublemaker always drags around problems and involves the entire student body.

Without discrimination, his body moves without him knowing when there’s someone in crisis in front of him.

A perfect ‘good superman’ as if drawn in a picture.

That was the protagonist.

He didn’t look like that on the outside… but that was a minor issue.

‘I have to… do my best.’

Yes. I can do it.

If I’ve already changed a predetermined future, what can’t I do?

I’ll give the status window a big “screw you.”

I will never break.

I’ll survive till the end and again…

Creeak.

With an ominous sound.

The door of the warehouse, which had been tightly closed and which I had failed to check due to being immersed in the excitement and elation of having changed the future, opened.

My shadow… is too late.

Should I trust regeneration? No, they’re aiming precisely at my head.

No matter what ability you have, you become powerless when a bullet lodges in your head.

That’s the common sense and rule of this world.

The sensation of time flowing slowly.

My whole body enters a state of tension, pupils contracting. Temporarily, I have the illusion of being in a world that has stopped.

Death is approaching.

I didn’t live a fulfilling life enough to see my life flash before my eyes.

Is that why?

For some reason, no thoughts or memories came to mind right now.

Yes.

If I die like this, wouldn’t it be a big “screw you” to the status window in its own way?

At least the status window seemed like it really didn’t want me to die.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out, and I was still alive.

In front of my eyes, someone who had been shot in the back knelt down and slowly collapsed.

: I clearly told you. What will happen will happen, and it absolutely cannot be changed.

: This story is predetermined from beginning to end.

: No matter how much you struggle.

: What will happen will happen.

“Ah, no, no way. This, this, ack, aack…”

“It’s okay.”

“Ah, augh…”

“It’s okay. Just, stay like this.”

“…Mister?”

“Pocket… check it later.”

I couldn’t do anything.

Why didn’t I open that door and check inside?

Why did I conclude that there were exactly six of them?

Why, why, why.

No matter how many questions I asked, nothing made sense.

My mind stopped working.

No trace of reason remained, only instinct.

Bang. Bang.

Two more gunshots are fired, aimed at me again.

But they all lodged in the mister’s back.

He collapsed while holding me.

His breath is getting fainter and fainter.

A person is dying in my arms.

“Die! You monster…!”

“…”

Click- Click-

The bullet seemed to be stuck somewhere; even though there were still a few rounds left, the bullet ‘coincidentally’ wasn’t firing.

As if I wasn’t destined to die here.

From beginning to end.

It was a series of such coincidences.

When my family died, I coincidentally ignored the tightly closed door, and this time again, I coincidentally ignored the tightly closed door.

It was an inevitability, masked as coincidence.

“Die! Die! Die!”

“Ah, haha… Yes. I see. What will happen will happen.”

“Crazy bitch…”

“I’m not the character who dies now, and you’re the character who dies now, so you die. Right?”

The sharply honed shadow blade stretched the person’s head into two.

The left and right brains, which had been on good terms, were cleanly divided.

It felt like something important had broken.

I had escaped from reality. All the actions I will take from now on were all predetermined.

It’s not my fault.

“Hey. What should I do now? From now on.”

: D

: That’s for you to choose.

“Don’t, need it.”