Chapter 3
At the very moment when everyoneâs attention was fixed on us, my voice rang out clearly through the unnaturally heavy silence.
ââŠIf you awaken that power now, youâll regret it. Iâm sure of it.â
With so many eyes suddenly focused on me, I should have felt overwhelmedâbut surprisingly, I was fine.
I was used to this kind of attention anyway. What mattered right now was Azelâs reaction.
âSo please, stop.â
âWhat is this nonsense youâve been spouting since earlier?â
Rather than discouraged, I felt a thrill at Azelâs cold response.
The fact that he answered me meant he was at least willing to talk to me.
While my heart pounded with excitement, I bit my lip as if hurt. Soon after, Azelâs voice followed again.
âI have no idea what kind of absurd nonsense youâre rambling about.â
âItâs not nonsense.â
I deliberately hesitated before continuing.
ââŠNo, itâs not nonsense. If you use that power now, you will regret it.â
âAnd you think you know what this power is?â
âI do. I know.â
ââŠâŠâ
âI know what that power is, and what you want. I know everything.â
I could feel Azelâs incredulous gaze, but this was all true.
I knew that once awakened, Azel would regret it. I knew he wanted to put an end to his regressions.
None of this was a lie.
âIn fact, I know even more than that.â
This world had a secret.
â I donât know who wrote this story, but wow, theyâre seriously messed up lol.
A hidden truth of the game that once set the community ablaze.
Strictly speaking, Azel wasnât actually an infinite regressor.
Azelâs life was tragically cursed, as if painted that way from the start.
Every story began with this single sentence:
Born as the heir of a powerful family, he was framed for treason and his entire clan was destroyed. Young Azel barely survived thanks to his motherâs sacrifice, only to live a life of misery.
Then one day, an opportunity came to him.
The Stone of Gaspata.
By chance, he obtained a mysterious jewelâalso known as the Regression Stone.
But that was the true beginning of his misfortune.
Even after completing his revenge through eight regressions, the regressions didnât stop.
Ten. Twenty. Thirty⊠then one hundred.
After going through ninety-nine regressions, Azel completely lost his sanity. And that infamous 100th cycle was the setting of this game.
âAnd on top of that, the developers added some absolutely trash-tier setting.â
The Stone of Gaspata, which forced Azel to keep regressing.
That mystical jewel actually had a limit.
âAfter ninety-nine regressions, it stops. And they only reveal this right before the apocalypseâare these people even sane?â
In other words, Azelâs regressions had already ended at the very start of the gameâbut no one knew, which led to this entire disaster.
To make things worse, this cursed setting is revealed only after Azelâs awakening.
âYour regressions have already ended, Azel. So please, stop!â
âItâs already too late, Yulia. I can no longer control this power.â
Consumed by corrupted power, Azel loses control and destroys the world.
In the end, itâs a structure that guarantees a bad ending no matter what.
âThinking about it again just pisses me off.â
Anyway, to survive, I had to exploit this truth.
So would it be right to just blurt out, âAzel Viotsâ regressions are over!â?
âAs if. Thereâs no way that lunatic would believe that.â
More importantly, I had no proof.
In the end, to stop Azel, I needed to make him believeâon his ownâthat his regressions were over.
With that in mind, the only thing I could do wasâŠ
âNonsense.â
A frigid voice cut through my long train of thought.
Eyes just as cold, now filled with irritation, glared straight at me.
âYouâre annoying.â
He didnât trust meâand my presumptuous claim of understanding him had offended him.
Azel despised those who dared to say they understood him.
Sure enough, he reached out toward me.
What he was about to do was obvious.
âYou shouldnât kill me.â
âThatâs unlikely.â
âIf I die, youâll never find peace. Not ever.â
Cold sweat soaked my back, but I had no time to hesitate.
Seizing the brief pause in the death that loomed inches away, I spoke quickly.
âYou want it to end, donât you? Thatâs why youâre trying to destroy everything. You think thatâll be the end of it⊠how foolish.â
âHow dare you speak as if you know anything.â
âThe Stone of Gaspata.â
ââŠ!â
âIs that enough of an answer?â
The displeasure vanished instantly from his face.
In the next moment, Azel disappeared. Noâhe moved too fast for my eyes to follow.
By the time I realized it, his hand was already gripping my shoulder. A burning pain shot through me, but I barely swallowed a scream.
Hollow eyes, utterly empty, stared at me as if to kill.
ââŠWhat are you?â
âNo matter how many times the world ends, it wonât stop. Once you made a wish to that stone, your curse will repeat forever.â
Of course, that was a lie.
Azelâs regressions were already over.
âBut even if I told you the truth, you wouldnât believe it.â
So wouldnât it be better to lie?
After all, humans are more easily swayed by frightening words.
âHow⊠do you know that?â
Just as expected, Azelâs eyes trembled violently.
He didnât want to believe my curse-like words.
Now, what should I do?
âTime to bring this play to its climax.â
âIâm asking you! How do you know that?!â
As Azel pressed me for an answer, I finally let my suppressed emotions burst out.
ââŠHow could I not know?â
âWhatâŠ?â
âWhy do you think I came all this way? WhyâhowâI ended up here!â
âWhat are you talking abââ
This was all just acting.
On the stage, the âmeâ standing here shared some kind of bond with Azel.
Azel simply didnât remember that âmeâ. And despite the heartbreak of that, she understood himâand stood in his way.
That was the role I was playing.
Tears streaming down my cheeks caught Azelâs attention.
âBecause even after the world ended dozens of times, no one ever saved you. Thatâs why I came here.â
ââŠ!â
âI know you wonât believe me. But IâŠâ
As I whispered in a voice soaked with pain straight into his eyes, the grip on my shoulder loosened.
âI came here to save you, Azel. Only you.â
At that moment, as his unfocused eyes waveredâ
KWAâBOOOOM!
With a massive explosion, dust filled the air, and the one we had been waiting for appeared before us.
âStop this at once, Azel Viots!â
Yulia Francis de Fleur.
The heroine had entered the stage now occupied by the villain, the male lead, and an extra.
Yet Azelâs crimson eyes, unlike before, remained fixed on me.
As if a predetermined future were beginning to change.
âI came to help, Bellode.â
âYulia!â
Of course, the heroine wasnât alone.
âYou look better than expected. I thought youâd be on deathâs door by now.â
âThank goodness youâre safe, Sir Bellode.â
âIs this really the time for pleasantries? Letâs rescue the hostage first.â
The casually abrasive one was Shane,
the polite one was Theodore,
and the only one concerned about the hostageâs safety was Anwen.
Like Bellode, they were all male leads of this game.
And they werenât alone either. Knights and soldiers swarmed the capital in response to the terror attack in its very center.
âTheyâre finally here.â
I already knew the protagonistsâ party would show up around now, so it wasnât surprising.
Bellode, on the other hand, seemed unprepared for Yuliaâs appearance and shouted with a pained expression.
âYulia, why would you come personally to such a dangerous place?!â
âHow could I wait somewhere safe when I knew you were here?â
âYuliaâŠ!â
How sickeningly sweet.
âIs this the Bellode route?â
As long as it wasnât the Azel route, I didnât really care, so I calmly predicted the next scene.
âNow the heroine will probably start throwing out lines overflowing with righteous resolve.â
âWhy would you do something like this, Azel? Why?! Why go this far?!â
Given that Yulia was a textbook flower-field heroine, her dialogue was easy to predictâ
âBesides, I heard that that disgusting piece of trash had the nerve to show up in the plaza. How could I possibly stay hidden?â
âŠWhat?
A chilling silence fell over the entire square.
âWe should hunt her down and kill her immediately.â
Sorry, but this⊠was not in my expectations.






