My older sister is a villainous rich girl.

Right now, Wayne is standing in the craft activity room on the fourth floor of the teaching building.

Facing them was a hot pot monster blocked outside the door.

What kind of unexpected development is this?

"Calm down, this might just be a dream. It's not surprising that anything can happen in a dream."

When Wayne was little, he also had many strange and wonderful dreams like these.

In fact, he has had lucid dreams in which he remained conscious within the dream itself.

Like what: suddenly realizing you're in a dream, and then forcibly turning what was originally a terrifying and frightening nightmare into a passionate dream of a superhuman fighting against heaven and earth.

I've also tried imagining a certain setting before falling asleep, so that my dreams can continue from that setting after I fall asleep.

He found great enjoyment in the exhilarating feeling of doing whatever he wanted.

But after I grew up and started working, I was so tired every day that I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and sleep soundly until dawn. So I no longer had the time to control my dreams.

"My magic is very powerful!"

He hypnotized himself.

Then, he opened the window and jumped from the activity room, which was four stories high.

A giant, magical earthman caught him and carried him steadily into the air.

The silver moon shone brightly over the entire academy, making it look like daytime.

"Glug glug glug!" Black juice sprayed out from the window of the handicraft department, then slowly condensed and took shape, turning back into that flat hot pot pattern.

If you look closely, you can also see that the pot is full of shrimp paste, tripe, and various meatballs.

"What are you?" Wayne shouted.

"Gurgle?"

The flat hot pot, also standing in mid-air, stretched out its "hand".

Under the silvery moonlight, the flat, enormous pincers gleamed with a sharp light.

"Lobster? Or crab?"

Hotpot Monster took a meatball from the pot and hurled it at Wayne.

The image, which was originally flat, suddenly expanded in mid-air, and the dumpling transformed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.

"I actually wanted to communicate with something like this... I guess I haven't been thinking straight lately."

He activated his magic, and a brownish-yellow glow suddenly appeared, striking the meatball that had grown larger than his own head.

"boom!"

A huge explosion rang out.

A large amount of soup spurted out of the meatball and sprayed in the direction of Wayne.

"Holy crap, it's pissing beef balls!"

He summoned an earthen wall, which blocked his body at the last second.

The soup splattered hard against the earthen wall, continuously corroding it.

Even the giant natives holding Wayne had black holes left on their bodies.

"That was close..."

Why would I have such a dream? It's terrifying.

Wayne didn't want to play anymore. This experience had enriched his nightmare material, great.

Based on his experience, telling yourself in the dream that you want to wake up is ineffective if you want to wake up on your own.

The only way to succeed is to commit suicide in a dream.

"As long as I die quickly enough, no dream can harm me!"

He controlled the giant earthenman, ordering it to slam itself hard into the ground before charging towards the hotpot monster to buy time.

Wayne felt the fierce wind.

He wasn't thinking about anything at that moment.

Because as soon as another thought arises, even if one commits suicide in a dream, the brain will find a reasonable way to continue the dream.

A chill ran down my forehead. The wind had stopped.

A familiar voice rang in his ears: "Wayne, were you having a nightmare? You look like you're in a lot of pain."

It's Chris.

Wayne struggled to open his eyes.

Chris placed her hand on his forehead with a worried expression.

The sun hadn't set yet, and the sunlight streaming through the window was still warm.

"It seems a little hot. I'll have the doctor check if it's a cold," she said. "Now that we're done, let's go home."

……

The Duke of Winchester's House.

Wayne ate only a few bites of dinner before locking himself in his study.

He carefully recalled the strange nightmare.

After the family doctor examined him, the assessment of his health was: there was nothing wrong, it was probably because he had been too tired recently.

Chris felt a little guilty about this, thinking it was because he had used too much energy for the magic he used for the club.

But he knew it wasn't.

Could such a dream be a premonition?

An indescribable sense of unease enveloped me, as if some danger was approaching.

"Can you feel it?"

Before anyone knew it, Xiaobai was squatting down next to the windowsill.

"Was this your doing?" Wayne asked in a deep voice.

"No, it's the power of another world that's eroding this world."

Although Wayne didn't say what happened to him, Little White seemed to know everything about his experience.

"Even if you don't believe it, the collapse has already begun, and 'disasters' will increase." It said indifferently, "Then one day, this world will be distorted to the point where it can no longer be sustained."

"...How could this be so unfair?" Wayne was very agitated.

He didn't know if he could believe the dog.

It seems to know a lot of inside information, but it's also very unreliable in many things.

"I meant no harm."

Perhaps sensing the distrust in Wayne's eyes, it spoke.

"Like you, I hope this world can continue to function properly."

Xiao Bai stared at Wayne, who sat behind his desk, looking wary.

"As insiders, no one else can escape the limitations of this world's 'fate,' except for you and Chris, who are outsiders."

"However, Chris is the protagonist. If the original story is to be maintained, the protagonist absolutely cannot be affected by another intruding plot, otherwise it will completely collapse like my previous magical girl world."

"Her responsibility is to be a good villainous heiress, befriend the original female lead, and live a carefree and pleasant daily life as a rich young lady."

Wayne grasped the key information it revealed: "The previous world?"

"Yes," it said. "I did say that I am an observer from another dimension."

Weren't those words lies?!

Wayne tried his best to understand the information Xiaobai provided using his own logic.

Could it be that "The Villainess Chris" is not the only anime world that has been materialized?

If we put it in the context of novels, it would probably be the difference between fan fiction based on a single work and crossover novels.

Fortunately, I sometimes browse novels on a certain Chinese website when I have free time. Although I am already an older young person, I have still been exposed to quite a few creative ideas.

"That magical girl world has been destroyed. I am a survivor who escaped from there."

That's what Xiaobai said.

"Wait, does that mean that if I become a magical girl, one day I'll turn into a witch, lose control, and devour the world?"

Wayne's expression was complicated: "Isn't this exactly the same failure as last time?"

"No, magical girls may sacrifice themselves, but they will not become witches," it said frankly.

"Witches are beings that collect all the malice of the world and do not possess a true physical form. They are forever the opposite of magical girls."