You think you're worthy of saving the world?

You dare to claim to be a savior? (Author: Spica 123)

　On the eve of the apocalypse, the prophecy of the savior spread throughout the world.

Euryphus, the prophesied holy child, has also quietly awakened his memories of his past life.

He discovers that he is not the real savior, but that the prophesied child is someone else, a villain.

Years later, Yuri's false identity will be exposed in public, and he will be corrupted and become a stepping stone for the real savior, which is his predetermined fate.

Yuri was overjoyed at the thought of his clownish future:

"Without bearing the responsibilities of a savior, one can use the privileges of a savior to do whatever one wants... Is there really such a good thing!"

……

The day Yuri's box was finally opened had arrived—

"That guy isn't the chosen one at all! You've all been fooled by him!"

"Shut up, you rude wretch! The one before you is Eternal Chosen, Euryphus!"

This lord is the Supreme Holy See of the Holy See, the one favored by the goddess, the master of servants of all the saintesses, the father of the Pope, the commander-in-chief of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the knight king of the Round Table witches, the protector of the Elf Queen and Princess, the liberator of the Holy Beast Witch, the blood companion of the True Ancestor, the Dragon Emperor...

The Child of Prophecy? Which one are you looking for?

001 The Prophet

Yuri gazed at her face reflected in the teacup.

This is a beautiful young man with an impeccable appearance. His features are so well-proportioned that they seem like a masterpiece of God. His dark hair tips and golden pupils complement each other perfectly.

Her attire and appearance were quite elegant and refined, yet she lacked the arrogance of a noble child, exuding an overall endearing charm.

From the age of twelve, the boy often felt the moist and passionate gazes of older women, and his appearance seemed to contain a kind of magic.

"……Well."

Yuri took a sip of black tea, then a second, trying to suppress her headache with the bitterness.

As memories of her past life flooded her mind, Yuri finally realized that this was actually her second life.

The world I'm in is a 2D open-world game called "Goddess of the End".

He was once an extremely hardcore gamer with over 5000 hours of gaming time, and he ended up here after suddenly dying from exhaustion during an all-nighter.

His current name is Euryphus Falción.

The prophesied child who will save the world, the destined savior.

For the past fourteen years, Yuri has been raised by the Papacy, received the best education, and enjoyed a life of luxury.

Although he eventually developed a somewhat weak personality, that's not a problem. Everyone thinks that the Holy Son is an upright and kind young man.

In the near future, Euryphus will, as prophesied, accomplish a miracle of salvation with his companions, as everyone believes.

However, Yuri herself, who had awakened her memories of her past life, knew very well that this was not the case.

Euryphus Falción was not the true savior!

The prophesied child is someone else, and he is just an ordinary child caught up in a conspiracy.

Later in the game's storyline, Euryphus is opened, revealing that he is not the savior.

Overnight, he lost everything; his reputation and glory vanished into thin air. He was nothing more than someone else's puppet.

The darkness within Euryphus erupted completely, corrupting him into Euryphus (now corrupted), and placing him on the opposite side of the player.

Incidentally, due to Euryphus's (corrupted) ridiculous behavior, the scene of him breaking down after the boss battle became the most memorable moment in the game, with millions of views and countless fan-made content online.

That's enough! I don't want to die like a clown! Don't call me Teacher Dafei!

Yuri took another sip of black tea, trying to temporarily forget the incredible creations from her past life.

at this time,

"Yuri, is the black tea not to your taste?"

A clear and dignified voice entered my ears.

The girl sitting directly opposite Yuri was so beautiful that she could make the magnificent room pale in comparison.

Her long, lustrous hair, reaching her waist, flowed like gold, and her breathtaking beauty was complemented by clear, bright, glassy eyes.

She wore a white equestrian dress with gold trim, and underneath the short skirt was a combination of black stockings and knee-high boots.

This swordsman's outfit did not diminish her feminine charm; on the contrary, it accentuated her stunning figure. Even without deliberately looking there, the magnificent bulge of her breasts was undeniably eye-catching.

Cecilia frowned and asked anxiously, "Are you nervous? Do you want some candy?"

"fine."

Yuri waved his hand dismissively: "Cecilia, but you, are you really alright?"

The blonde girl placed her fair right hand on her high, firm breasts and said smugly.

“No problem, Yuri. I will definitely convince Mother today to allow me to stay by Yuri’s side.”

Really? I don't believe it... Yuri thought to himself.

The girl in front of me is named Cecilia Valentine Augusta, the female protagonist of the Papacy arc of The Goddess of Revelation.

She was the elder sister of the Emperor of the Augusta Empire, the only daughter of Grand Duchess Rosalia, and later became the genius princess knight known as the "Dawn Swordswoman".

A perfect superhuman with beautiful appearance, noble birth, and outstanding talent, who achieved the top score in the seminary at a young age.

Even becoming the captain of the personal guard of the prophesied son, Euryphus, was a natural progression for Cecilia.

However, this prestigious job is coming to an end today.

Last week, Grand Duchess Rosalia issued an order requiring her daughter to resign from her position as captain of the Holy Son's Guard, leave the Papal City, and immediately return to the Grand Duchy.

The parties involved were extremely dissatisfied with this.

Cecilia has always regarded the somewhat weak Yuri as her younger brother and considers herself an overprotective protector.

Today, she dragged Yuri to her own residence and demanded that her mother retract her decision.

The result was naturally failure.

Cecilia was forced to separate from Yuri, and when they reunited, they were on completely opposing sides...

Upon closer reflection, Yuri's fate could be said to have taken a turn for the worse from this day forward, heading towards a downward spiral.

From that day on, he was cursed and suffered a series of misfortunes and changes until he was finally told, "You are not qualified to be a savior."

You really picked the perfect time for me... Why don't you let me travel to a vocational high school girls' restroom stall instead?

"Hehe, you're frowning again."

Cecilia smiled gently and reached out her fingertips to touch the boy's forehead.

"Yuri, you can rest assured. I will use my silver tongue to leave Mother speechless."

"How could he separate me from Yuri? What is that person thinking?"

“Let me ask you something,” Yuri met her gaze, “Cecilia, have you ever, even once, won an argument against your mother?”

"...Gu."

Cecilia coughed lightly, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

"I've never won before," Yuri thought to himself.

"And look, didn't we just do a divination? The result showed that today will be Yuri's lucky day."

Yuri followed Cecilia's gaze and glanced at the tarot cards spread out on the table in front of them.

Tarot cards in this world can indeed offer glimpses into the future, but Yuri doesn't believe that the results of divination by laypeople are of any reference value.

Anyway, it's bound to have a good outcome in the game, right? But we still failed.

He silently lowered his head and began to organize his memories.

Cecilia, of course, had no idea that Yuri was busy sorting through his memories of both lifetimes and had no time to pay attention to her.

She still thought Yuri was the same weak and timid Holy Son he had been before, anxious about the possible separation.

I have to do something to put his mind at ease...!

Thinking of this, the blonde girl reached out and covered the boy's hand.

"My name is Cecilia! Cecilia Valentine Augusta, who will one day bear the name 'Dawn'!"

Yuri looked up in confusion: "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

"Just you wait, Yuri. Even if the opponent is Mother, I will never leave you alone!"

The blonde girl stood up from the sofa with a confident stride.

Her glassy eyes once held a trace of confusion, but now only a burning, noble will remains.

Yuri was captivated by her noble character and murmured, "Cecilia, you..."

Her overflowing confidence made the young woman even more beautiful, and she solemnly declared with a smile on her face.

"Will you win?"

……

……

……

"Waaaaah... This is utterly absurd!"

Cecilia slammed the door to the reception room shut and quickly returned to the front hall.

"Listen to me, Yuri! Mother... uh, what are you doing?"

She saw Euryphus standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the position of the ruby ​​on Poirot's tie.

"They're here. Faster than I expected... No, it's nothing."

Yuri walked over to Cecilia: "I'm going to say hello to your mother."