Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 231  Inder Sephtis [10]

"Can you stop doing this?"

"What am I doing?"

"..."

Inder\'s gaze moved up as he looked at the girl.

Senara smiled softly, sitting on the sofa while he sat down on the floor.

Her legs interlocked around him, touching his chest while her hand gently played with his hair.

Sigh.

He sighed, shifting his focus back to the television placed on the table.

Using the gamepad in his hand, he resumed the game he was playing.

The screen came to life as the game continued.

It showed the scene of a rainy forest with a brown-haired boy walking through it, a sword in his hand.

A blonde-haired man with a scar running down his face stood in front of him.

Without waiting for the story to continue, Inder skipped to the gameplay.

"At least watch how the story unfolds," Senara grumbled, hitting his head gently. "You are skipping almost all of the main story."

"I don\'t care," he replied, looking at the final antagonist, who was shouting in rage. "I don\'t want to hear their family drama and sob story."

Senara chuckled while gently rubbing his head with her palm.

As the game intensified, Inder tried to sit straight, but the grip that Senara\'s legs had on him prevented him from doing so.

A minute passed, and even after trying so hard, two words filled his screen, written in a bloody effect.

"GAME OVER."

"..."

Inder sighed as he placed his gamepad beside him while stretching his body.

"You didn\'t think you could win alone, did you?" Senara asked as she looked down at him. "To defeat the main antagonist, you need to build a harem."

"I don\'t want to," Inder grumbled as he looked up at her, his head gently lying on her thighs. "...I hate all of them; nobody\'s likable."

Senara chuckled softly as she pinched his cheeks. "And why is that?"

"I mean, they like an emo guy just because he\'s their childhood friend," he replied, looking at her beautiful face. "I don\'t understand what is so special about that purple witch."

"Aye, language." Stretching his cheeks, she feigned anger, glaring at him. "And it\'s because they tried to make the game realistic."

"Then give it a reason," he replied, slapping her hand. "It\'s shallow, and what about Christina? She stands by his side in almost all routes."

Senara smiled, gently guiding his hands, placing them below her thighs, sitting on them, making sure he couldn\'t use them.

"You know, there\'s going to be a big reveal about Azariah in the next game," she replied while her hands played with his cheeks.

"Doesn\'t matter," Inder replied, his voice funny as she played with his face. "I\'ll hate him either way."

"Is there anything you liked in the game?" Senara asked, looking at him. "All you do is complain."

"I do like Ethan," Inder replied, looking up at her. "...Well, the Ethan of the end part, not the beginning."

"Hm, some of the first game\'s heroines might die in the next game," Senara informed him, her hands rubbing his face.

"More suffering for Ethan? Sweet," he replied, his voice filled with sarcasm.

"Anyway, they are going to use the first game characters to build the next game characters, huh?"

"Something like that."

"Then what\'s the point of playing the first game?" he asked, his voice annoyed. "There is no happy ending."

"You can\'t have a happy ending on the first try," Senara replied with a gentle smile.

"When all the games are out, if we play from the start again, there is one route that will give a happy ending for everyone."

"So there is one," Inder replied as he yanked his hands away before grabbing both her cheeks. "But how do you know all this?"

"My friesnd tosld me," she replied, her voice spooky as Inder stretched her cheeks back.

"The one who gave you the game?"

"Yesh."

"Who even is your friend?" Inder asked, his voice doubtful. "Is she the daughter of the game\'s company owner or what?"

"Yesh."

"Wait, for real?" he asked, losing his grip on her cheeks.

Senara rubbed her cheeks as she glared at him, and without replying, she grabbed his face.

"....Senara?" Inder whispered, his voice panicked as she slowly brought her face closer to his.

She closed her eyes, making Inder\'s heartbeat quicken as her lips moved toward his.

"Children party, Mommy\'s here!"

A voice echoed in the hall, startling them both as they hastily separated.

Inder\'s mother walked in, looking at them. Senara sat awkwardly on the sofa while Inder lay on the floor.

"What were you two doing?" she asked, squinting her eyes.

"Nothing," Inder replied as he stood up. "Why are you here?"

"I made some snacks," she replied, her eyes narrowing further. "...Are you blushing?"

"No, it\'s just hot in here," he replied, quickly walking past her.

Senara stood up and quietly followed him.

"Wait." But Inder\'s mother blocked her path as she asked, "What did you do?"

She blinked innocently. "Nothing, Aunty, just tried to give him a little kiss."

"...."

She stared blankly at Senara as she walked away.

"Senara!"

....

....

....

Haah.

In an empty coffee shop, a boy let out a tired sigh as he leaned against his chair.

His blue eyes looked at the cup in his hand, his mind absent, thinking about something else.

[<Cheer up, Qais. How long are you going to act like this?>]

A soothing voice echoed in his head, snapping him back to reality.

\'...I don\'t know, Inna. What should I do now?\'

A memory flashed through his mind, the day he made the worst mistake of his life.

He did what he shouldn\'t have done…

...Accepting Sabaoth\'s offer to be his Avatar.

[<You worry too much. I am here. If something happens, I will protect you.>]

\'...For how long are you going to protect me?\'

He replied, frustration gripping his mind like a monster\'s claw.

[<Until you become strong enough to protect yourself.>]

\'...\'

He didn\'t reply; he just let out another tired sigh, his body and mind too exhausted.

[<Look at the bright side. Your mother has stopped contacting you.>]

Inna tried to cheer him up, but her words only made him tense up.

\'...She won\'t give up on me this easily.\'

He replied, his voice firm as he rested his head back on the chair.

\'...Inna.\'

Looking up at the ceiling, he called her.

[<Yes?>]

\'...The future that \'He\' showed me... Are they actually true?\'

With an exhausted voice, he asked. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Since becoming an Avatar, he\'d been seeing random glimpses of the future in bits and pieces.

...And none of them were good.

From killing an entire race to burning down Akasha.

He had seen bits of it all... he\'d seen the deaths of everyone close to him.

[<There is no true future; all you saw were possible futures.>]

\'...So, there\'s a possibility they might come true, right?\'

[<...Yes.>]

\'I see.\'

He replied with a tired sigh as he stood up from his seat.

Paying for his coffee, he began to walk out.

But just as he opened the door, someone blocked his path.

He stopped breathing for a moment as he looked at the girl.

With her blue hair tied up, Christina stood in front, cocking her head to look into his eyes.

Without saying anything, he tried to walk past her.

"Azariah," her strained voice echoed as she gently grabbed his wrist. "I need to talk."

"I don\'t." He replied firmly, yanking his hand away.

"Azariah!" Christina shouted, following behind him. "Stop running away!"

"Think what you want," Azariah replied without looking at her. "I don\'t care."

"I met with your mother." His steps halted at her words.

Turning around, he looked at her, confused. "What?"

"She said something about promised girls." She looked at him. "Who are they?"

"Why did you meet her?" Azariah snarled, glaring.

"Who are they?"

"That has nothing to do with you." He growled, his voice threatening. "And stay out of my life like you\'ve been doing until now."

"Tell me who they are, and I won\'t bother you again." She replied, not backing down.

"I\'m warning you, Christina." Stepping closer, he whispered in a low tone, "If you keep meddling in my life—"

"Then what?" she cut in, glaring at him. "Are you going to kill me?"

"..."

Without replying, he turned and walked away.

"Tell me, Azariah!" she yelled, but he didn\'t look back. "Tell me!"

His steps quickened as he walked toward an empty alleyway, his mind filled with anger.

Taking out his phone, he began dialing a number.

[<What are you doing?>]

"Adaliah," he replied, trying to contact her. "I want to know what the hell they\'re doing."

[<You think—>]

Inna\'s voice abruptly cut off.

A dreadful feeling gripped his heart as he noticed a familiar pattern.

"Had thou thought of the future?"

A low voice, distinct yet close, echoed in his ear.

A crimson pattern slowly started to emerge in his head, covering it entirely.

"What do you want, Sabaoth?"

He asked, his voice filled with anger.

"If thou desire a future....

...Thou shalt kill her before the first trumpets."

"...Who?"

"...Anastasia\'s Avatar."