Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

The pink-haired girl hesitated before nodding.

—YES!

"Do unexpected and magical things often happen here, the kind that make everyone's heart race?"

"Well, although everyone is trying their best to avoid it, if what that owl said is true... it might just happen—no, no, I have to believe everyone!"

The pink-haired girl gave a heavy response, then shook her head violently as if to encourage herself.

—That's right! There are affection events everywhere, beautiful girls everywhere, and incredible adventures everywhere. In short, this is definitely a dating sim world where beautiful girls are everywhere!

I apologize for my ignorance and shortsightedness in insulting the gods. I will make the most of this opportunity and live a carefree youthful romance harem life in another world!

That must be it!

Volume 1: 02. You mean, you want me to conquer this corpse in front of me?

"I understand the general situation now. What should we do next, student?"

A series of good news made Chang Rong's head feel less painful. He sat up in bed with a yelp and asked the pink-haired girl in front of him how to trigger the beginner's guide on how to increase affection.

“Now that you’re awake… I should let everyone know first. It’s so great to have an infirmary here; I didn’t expect it to be used so often. First it was Mag-chan, then An-an-chan, and now it’s Chang-rong-kun—ah, um, you’re Chang-rong-kun, right? Because that’s what the information Sherry-chan found says. I’m Sakura Emma, ​​and like you, I’m a trainee witch imprisoned here. Although I don’t know what my magic is yet, hehe…”

The pink-haired girl responded with some worry, but quickly cheered herself up and smiled at Chang Rong, tilting her head to introduce herself in an awkward yet sincere manner.

"Just call me Chang Rong, Yingyu. Also, I'm a little curious."

Chang Rong smiled and greeted the pink-haired girl, Sakura Emma, ​​then immediately asked about the part of Emma's words that she cared about most:

"What do 'Preparatory Witch' and 'Imprisonment' refer to?"

"Huh? Doesn't Chang Rong know any of this? Sherry clearly said that Chang Rong was a prisoner from a previous batch..."

—What's going on? This ominous development.

Looking at the pink-haired girl, Emma Sakura, with her somber and confused expression, Chang Rong's heart skipped a beat. She had an extremely, extremely, extremely uneasy feeling of déjà vu.

"Well, actually I'm not entirely clear on the specifics either—"

"Aaaaaaaahh ...

Emma Sakura's words were interrupted by an extremely piercing scream.

"Huh!?"

"Was that coming from downstairs?"

Emma instinctively shrank her head, while Chang Rong immediately determined that the sound was coming from a room beneath their feet.

"There are only prison cells and punishment rooms downstairs. It's difficult... could it be..."

Emma Sakuraba showed a look of fear, as if she was desperately trying to refute a certain thought in her mind.

"Well, I have to go there! I'm sorry, Chang Rongjun, I—"

"I'll come too."

Chang Rong slowly got up, supporting himself on the hospital bed. Although his whole body ached terribly, and his head still felt like it was being hammered with nails, something indescribable was telling him that this was something he had to face and get used to.

Or perhaps... something we're already familiar with?

"Uh-huh!"

Emma Sakura nodded to Chang Rong, a faint smile appearing on her pale face.

The two left the medical room, passed several rooms decorated in the style of a noble European castle, and followed the stairs to the 'underground cell' that Emma had mentioned.

This should be the basement level. The original luxurious and retro decor has all disappeared, and a long corridor that can be seen from the beginning is surrounded by dilapidated bricks and stones. One wall is covered with rusty and peeling pipes, and unidentified chains hang from the arched stone ceiling.

On the other side of the passage were dark rooms that could accommodate two people, all of which had heavy iron railings at the entrance.

Putting aside the painful fact that this room is more livable than many student dormitories, it is exactly like the name suggests: a retro prison.

In the middle of the prison corridor, several people had already gathered at the entrance to the room. Chang Rong glanced at them; they were all female students, just like Sakura Emma beside her, and dressed in completely different styles of clothing. They were probably the "prospective witches" Emma had mentioned.

"Hannah-chan!"

Emma Sakura seemed to recognize one of the girls crowding in front of the door, and the petite girl with a green Lolita-style dress and long blonde twin ponytails immediately responded.

"Emma! Wait, has that terrifying guy woken up? — No, this isn't the time to talk about that! Meruru, Meruru, she…!"

The girl named Hannah looked at Chang Rong with a surprised expression, but she immediately shifted her gaze to the cell block, her face turning ashen as she covered her mouth.

"No, no way...it can't be..."

The worst fears had come true. Emma Sakura covered her lips with her hands and walked to the cell with a pale face.

—Could this development be… no, it could also be part of some kind of prank show segment?

Although she had already realized what was going on, Chang Rong, clinging to the last glimmer of hope, still tried to justify herself as she followed Sakura Emma to the cell.

The pungent smell of paint rushed into my nostrils uncontrollably, and along with the paint smell came an abrupt and unmistakable metallic scent: the smell of blood.

Looking into the room through the iron bars, Chang Rong's last glimmer of hope was shattered.

Before Chang Rong was a cell completely covered in white paint for some unknown reason, and two female corpses on the cell floor.

A girl dressed in a pure white nun's habit lay on the ground near the side of the room. Her chest was covered with messy and broken wounds, from which countless drops of blood splattered, turning into butterflies that fluttered and danced with fragments of internal organs.

There are no mosaics, no artistic embellishments, no cognitive filters... No, those scarlet, fluttering blood butterflies do seem to be trying to cover something up, but in the end, they only make you feel a deeper sense of "unreality" and distorted fear.

"Ugh—ugh ugh ugh...!!!!"

Without even having the energy to examine the other corpse, Chang Rong bent over and began to dry heave.

Buzz! !

A strange vibration came from his pocket. While gagging, Chang Rong instinctively reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone that he didn't know had been on his person.

Without a password or fingerprint lock, Chang Rong simply touched the screen twice and it lit up, revealing an iron bucket with a huge blue and white round cap on the glass screen.

A series of speech bubbles appeared on the metal bucket:

[Hi~~ My dear master, this is your super-practical romance system, YUKI-chan! This system is designed to help you navigate a joyful, noisy, awkward, trembling, shy, and bittersweet time filled with the sweet and sour taste of youthful romance! So, please make good use of this system, master, and strive to embark on the path of becoming a scumbag with a harem of beauties on both sides as soon as possible. Let's start by conquering the girl in front of you! Once you conquer her, you can directly unlock the manager mode!]

...right now?

Chang Rong glanced at the corpse in front of her, then at the screen, then back at the corpse, before silently turning off the screen.

To my dearest deity—

Where exactly did you come from?

This isn't the car from the movie "Shanglu Gemu," this isn't the world of "Dan-O-Ronpa"!!!

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When do people experience the most regrets?

It's not like when you want to play "Spring Shadow" but find that the keyboardist is missing, and you can't even say "Oh no!"

Instead, you finally managed to get your hands on the romance system, only to find yourself transported into a battle royale scenario. Suddenly, the system comes online, enthusiastically urging you to conquer the corpses in front of you.

Volume 1: Chapter 3. Oh my, the veteran is here.

The chaos didn't last long. After the initial panic, the girls dressed in strange clothes immediately took action, while Chang Rong, who stood there dumbfounded, became the odd one out.

"Hiro-chan, cheer up!"

A black-haired girl with purple eyes, dressed in a Japanese kimono with a white, purple, and black mesh pattern, was the first to muster the courage to enter the prison.

These people seemed to know each other well, or at least knew each other's names. This only highlighted Chang Rong's sense of incongruity.

The girl in the kimono called out the name while helping up the 'other corpse' lying on the ground. Only then did Chang Rong realize that the girl lying next to the nun's body, wearing a black and red JK-style long skirt and with long black hair, was not dead, but had just woken up from unconsciousness.

"Ugh—what's going on... Waaah!?"

The girl, known as 'Hero,' the prime suspect, rubbed the back of her head as she was helped to her feet. Upon seeing the murder scene before her, she let out a short, panicked cry. However, anyone who saw her disheveled appearance, with her clothes splattered with blood and white paint, would probably only think that she was trying to feign innocence.

"You, you really are a witch! You just killed that guy like that! Although it saved some trouble..."

A girl wearing cat-ear shaped headphones pointed at the girl named 'Hiro' in the crowd not far away and questioned her loudly.

"A witch...? Are you kidding me...? I'm not a witch."

Faced with the sudden accusation, the girl who was being helped suppressed her panic and confusion, and instead showed a hateful expression to refute it.

"Huh? You've already killed someone and you're still trying to deny it? The look on your face clearly shows you want to kill me too, you've completely exposed your true nature!"

"Cold, calm down, Ke... Speaking of which, is that person next to Xiao Ai the same 'senior' that Sherry Hannah found underground before?"

The girl wearing orange cat-ear headphones breathed on the black-haired suspect, but was immediately stopped by the scantily clad blonde girl next to her, who had a sexy style.

The blonde bombshell noticed Chang Rong, who had blended into the crowd alongside Emma Sakura, and immediately, as if she had found a cure for her current predicament, abruptly shifted the topic to Chang Rong.

Now all the girls present focused their attention on this boy who had inexplicably appeared out of nowhere, and whose gender was extremely abrupt and jarring.

"Uh, what? Senior?"

Chang Rong blinked, looking completely bewildered.

—What senior? Come to think of it, Emma Sakuraba mentioned in the infirmary that she was a participant in "a previous session". So, does that mean I'm considered a veteran by these people?

But those qualifications have nothing to do with me now; they are the experiences of 'others'.

The hot girl's words were completely unanswerable for Chang Rong. The drawback of skipping the opening background setting during the account creation process was now glaringly obvious, as if his entire life had been skipped.

"*Beep beep 1 beep start—lead—Eek, (received a report) 4 As expected {a heartbreaking murder has occurred. The victim is a—wait, what exactly happened...? Well, everyone please gather in the reception room immediately. Those who resist will be executed. Today's workload is already destined to be excessive, so for the sake of my sleep quality, please don't cause any trouble*"

Suddenly, the strange display screen embedded in the wall lit up, and a doll-like owl appeared on the side of the screen. Its words temporarily stopped everyone's discussion about Chang Rong, and they had to turn their attention back to the murder case in front of them.

"Hiro-chan killed Meruru...? Impossible, Hiro-chan would never do such a thing! But..."

"Sakuraba-kun? Are you alright?"