Chapter 3: My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven’s

Border Village— Luohalin.

Inside an unremarkable little cabin.

Kane glanced at the date on the calendar and nearly stumbled and fell flat on his face.

He wanted to take back what he said earlier.

This system wasn’t just clueless— it was downright trying to get him killed.

Who the hell restarts a game right at the gate of the boss fight?

Kane looked out the window at the slowly rising sun.

The horizon was just beginning to pale.

He vaguely remembered that before he got knocked out, the two of them were enjoying a candlelit dinner together.

It was around eight in the evening.

The sun rose early near the border, around five a.m.

Which meant there were only fifteen hours left before he would be imprisoned again.

It was a race against time.

Run, run now! Don’t look back!

As much as he wanted to do that, reality was, the moment he made a move, he’d be dragged back in no time.

His battle aura was only first-tier, and the only spell he knew was Cleanse.

Compare that to Enya, who was fourth-tier, and with her racial bonuses as a succubus, not only was she unbeatable among those at the same level even Saints wouldn’t walk away unscathed after facing her.

How was he supposed to escape?

Then what about using his in-game memory to figure something out?

In the original game, there were indeed some opportunities for the protagonist around the border area, but that was mid-to-late game content.

And the point in time when Kane was supposed to get killed in the game?

It had only been about half a month since then.

Things were still in the very early stages. The heroine’s academy arc hadn’t even ended.

Everyone knew those fateful opportunities only appeared with the arrival of the heroine.

It wasn’t the right time yet, so how could he count on them showing up?

Am I really going to end up as Enya’s r b q again?

“System?”

“Dear system?”

“I shouldn’t have complained earlier, okay? Please, be the bigger person if you’ve already come this far, help me out a little more. Throw me a cheat or something.”

“No more defying fate or challenging the heroine, just help me get through tonight in one piece!”

Kane clasped his hands together and prayed earnestly.

But clearly, for a villain fated to die, getting a second chance at all was already a gift from the heavens.

“No choice… I guess I’ll have to take a gamble and see if I can snag something useful from the heroine’s future opportunities.”

Even though, according to his memory, there didn’t seem to be anything that could help him out of this situation.

But right now, a desperate measure was better than doing nothing.

“Sigh, she’s such a great girl… Why did she have to be a yandere?”

Kane sighed and looked toward the bed, using the faint orange glow to make out the peacefully sleeping girl.

Enya’s silver-white hair, pale as frost and snow, fanned out across the bed.

Her delicate white shoulders and a pair of soft, pink feet peeked out from under the covers.

Her round little toes curled now and then, and a gentle, baby-like murmur slipped from her thin cherry lips.

So cute… I want to squish her…

But the more harmless and adorable she looked, the more conflicted Kane felt inside.

“She was such a sweet, obedient girl when I picked her up as a child. Where did I go wrong raising her?”

“Could it be… before I remembered my past life, I was such a scumbag that I turned her into this?”

“Ugh, that’d be just my luck.”

The more he thought about it, the heavier his heart became.

Just like in the game, once Kane regained the memories of his past life, he realized that in this world he’d been a loathsome, arrogant scoundrel that everyone hated.

If only he had awakened his memories sooner, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way.

“But even if I was a bad influence, I never taught her to refine people into the Ten Thousand Demon Banner!”

Kane let out a long, defeated sigh.

Then suddenly, a thought struck him, and he smacked his forehead.

“Right! The Ten Thousand Demon Banner! Where did she get that thing?”

They were exiled to the border, and all their belongings had been inspected.

Aside from a few changes of clothes and less than a thousand Eris coins, they hadn’t brought anything else.

There’s no way she smuggled something that huge from the capital.

In other words, she got it here.

This was the border. Across the sea lay the Demon Domain—the territory of the demons.

The capital’s authority couldn’t reach here, so naturally, a lot of illegal magic items popped up in this area.

And there was a black market that dealt in these forbidden goods and as it happened, Kane knew exactly where it was.

It was even the site of one of the heroine’s future side quests.

“Alright, now I’ve got a target.”

Kane didn’t waste a second. He got up to change his pants—oh wait, no need.

He was still completely bare.

He quickly spotted his clothes on the other side of the bed.

Beside them were a pair of torn black stockings and a wrinkled maid outfit.

The air still carried a faint scent of spring.

“I really went overboard, huh.”

Kane shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

He’d let his guard down, thinking the danger had already passed.

If it weren’t for this second chance, he’d have died right there.

“If I make it out of this alive, I’ll never let myself relax again.”

Kane swore silently, pulled on his underwear, gathered up his clothes, and tiptoed toward the door.

“Young Master.”

But just as he took a single step, a familiar voice stopped him cold like a binding spell freezing him in place.

“Young Master is up so early today. Where are you off to?”

That soft, sweet voice carried a strange charm that made him unable to resist.

Kane didn’t dare turn around, afraid the expression on his face would give him away.

He did his best to keep his voice steady: “It’s getting late. I’m going to make breakfast.”

“Making breakfast is my job. How could I trouble Young Master with that?”

As she spoke, a soft, snow-white hand slipped around from behind his neck, wrapping around him.

Enya gave a playful smile and slowly climbed onto Kane like a lazy cat.

Her chin rested lightly on his shoulder, and with just a slight turn of his head, Kane could see the heavy weight pressing against her chest too much responsibility for even him to hold with one hand.

Seeing her affectionate, gentle expression, Kane realized he hadn’t been exposed, and finally let out a breath of relief as he replied:

“You worked so hard last night. I just wanted to make you a special breakfast myself.”

The lie rolled off Kane’s tongue effortlessly.

Enya’s smile grew even sweeter, and she planted a kiss on his cheek:

“Thank you, Young Master. I’m so happy you care about me. I almost wish I could lock you up and have you cook for me forever.”

“……”

Before, Kane would’ve laughed it off as a joke.

But now?

She was dead serious.

He felt a chill down his spine.

Kane forced a laugh, patting the small hand on his shoulder:

“Haha, alright, enough playing around. It’s late, I’ll go make breakfast now.”

As he spoke, he tried to gently free himself from her grip.

But to his surprise, she suddenly turned.

A pair of snow-white thighs lifted, and in the next second, Enya straddled him from the front.

Facing this masterpiece of seductive perfection head-on, Kane instinctively swallowed hard.

Enya leaned in and gave his earlobe a soft bite, whispering in his ear with a voice like a devil’s temptation.

“But all I want right now… is to eat you for breakfast, Young Master~.”

“……”

Kane’s breath caught.

The next moment, as he raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder, the river crab beast opened its bloody maw…

Given the situation, guess it’s time to surrender to fate.