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

I've heard of people who live with regrets for life, and I've even seen people live with regrets for life. But for Chang Rong, a situation where the woman forces him to live with regrets for life is truly something she's never seen before.

Sad news: the numerical inflation on Witch Island continues, and the outdated XP system is completely unable to satisfy these amazing players.

Chang Rong had thought she was finally getting used to these amazing people who would start their attacks with a "hypnotic sword" technique at the drop of a hat, but then they turned around and started studying the inspection process again...

Are there any other humans left? I wonder. Or maybe we could just have the government drop a little boy down here... What? I'm that little boy? Never mind then.

"Coo coo coo... Oh dear, Mr. Chang Rong, you really are... always managing to come up with something that really surprises me..."

As the warden recorded the scene of the largest human-demon on Witch Island rampaging and killing witches (?), he murmured in amazement.

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Thanks to Chenguang Moxin for the sudden, unexpected attack.

Thank you, Texas, the Joyful Chaos King, Admiral.

Thank you so much to the ferryman of the quantum sea for the 200 spicy strips! I'm truly grateful!!

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Sorry for the late update. I had another stomach flare-up today. It seems like I get stomach problems whenever I eat anything particularly oily or sweet... I spent almost the entire morning dealing with it.

I've paid off my February debts!

But it seems I received another treasure chest. Anyway, I'll tally up the thanks tomorrow... Thank you, USSR!

Thank you USSR for the Silver Chest. I need to take a day off due to health reasons.

I feel like as I get older, all sorts of parts of my body are starting to malfunction. My stomach is still uncomfortable, and the pain and discomfort are even getting worse. I really need to take a day off.

Also, thanks to USSR for the Silver Treasure Chest and Quantum Sea Ferryman for the 200 spicy strips. That makes a total of 8 chapters. I'll start making up for it tomorrow.

This seems to be the first time this book has officially taken a leave of absence? Anyway, I hope everyone will understand...

231. When you try to go the genocide route, belike

Why did it turn out like this...?

"Come out, Chang Rong. There's no point in continuing to run away. It's just you and me left here, isn't it?"

"Ha...ha...damn it, why did you have to do this, Hiro! Have you completely fallen for me!?"

Inside the castle, Chang Rong was panting as he desperately ran down the corridor to escape, while closely following behind him was a girl with long black hair, dressed in a black and red outfit that resembled a JK uniform mixed with a prosecutor's style.

The girl held a paintbrush in her left hand and a fire poker in her right, with a sword at her waist. Although her clothes were tattered and worn, her scarlet eyes remained wide open in anger as she stared intently at the white-haired boy in front of her, slowly approaching step by step.

Pursued by the girl with long, straight black hair, the white-haired boy Chang Rong was eventually forced into the courtroom. This room had no exit and was a complete dead end.

"Damn it... Hiro, you... are you going to kill me too?"

Knowing he could not escape, Chang Rong stopped in his tracks. He stood in the center of the courtroom, looking at Nikaido Hiro and questioning him with a desolate tone.

"Of course... Chang Rong. All of this is the cause and effect you yourself said—by the way, do you know what Coco said before I killed her?"

Nikaido Hiro responded with a gentle smile, like that of a Yamato Nadeshiko. As she slowly leaned towards Chang Rong, she uttered the tragic last words of the person the young man cared about before his death.

"That kid said, 'Next time, if possible, I'd definitely like to prepare more, so I don't get fired unilaterally... that would be such a bad experience, meow.' So, how did you feel after hearing that?"

"—There's really no need for me to know this!? Also, I'm really sorry...!"

Chang Rong blushed instantly and loudly complained to Xi Luo.

"You can apologize after I've killed you!!" After reciting the haiku for Zetsu Coco, Hiro raised his fire poker and roared as he lunged at Chang Rong.

"Damn it, I don't want to hear this kind of thing as my last words before I'm killed...!!"

Chang Rong immediately turned and ran away again. He rushed to the corner opposite the round table in the courtroom, his expression tragic, as if he was ready to fight to the last moment.

"Heh... Instead of approaching me, you tried to run away? Well, the place you chose is quite suitable for a game. After I take you out, I'll really finish you off—"

Hiro's killing intent continued to rise. As a fully superior predator, she approached Chang Rong step by step, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on her lips.

"Why is she giving this formulaic speech again...!" Chang Rong complained loudly. He had been feeling relieved that Hiro was finally starting to act less like a stereotypical Yamato Nadeshiko and was finally showing some proper Yamato Nadeshiko behavior. But the girl in front of him hadn't even lasted a day before she started giving those formulaic speeches again.

Sure enough, Hero's murderous intent and lust are intertwined!

"Go to hell, Chang Rong!!"

"Now—Arisa!!"

"What--!?"

Hiro roared and pounced on Chang Rong, who was cornered, but Chang Rong did not dodge. Instead, he suddenly shouted at a corner to the side.

The next moment, a white-haired girl wearing a hood and mask suddenly rushed out from the blind spot of the judge's bench. She raised her right hand, and although her arm was trembling slightly, she still aimed at Nikaido Hiro.

Boom!

The scorching heat converged, distorting and warping the air and light. A blazing, fiery crimson dragon roared and thundered out from Arisa's palm, crashing all the way to Hero before slowly dissipating.

"This……"

Hiro blinked at what she had just witnessed, and after a few seconds, she came to her senses, gritted her teeth with an extremely unwilling expression, threw away the fire poker, and lay down on the ground.

"Ah, I'm dead!" and then loudly announce his OUT.

"Did it succeed...?"

On the other side, after seeing Hiro lying down, Arisa Fujito slowly approached in disbelief. After confirming that Hiro had no burn marks and was even lying on the ground looking at her helplessly and angrily, Arisa slowly nodded and looked at her right hand, which had just unleashed the 'Crimson Lotus Wave Dragon Fist'.

“That’s right, you succeeded, Arisa. You killed Hero, and you proved that you would never kill anyone, right?”

Chang Rong walked over from the side, stood next to Arisa, and spoke softly to the girl with a smile and a gentle tone.

"I...I won't hurt anyone...That's great..." Arisa Fujito looked relieved. She sighed heavily and then looked at Chang Rong. Her expression under the hood was incredibly cute and docile.

"But... I'm no longer pure. These hands are stained with filth. I can no longer walk with you, so—"

Arisa Zifang smiled at Chang Rong, then suddenly made a suicide gesture with her hand, and then lay down on her back.

"Arisa—No!!!"

Chang Rong was completely shocked by the sudden scene before him. He frantically hugged Arisa's body and looked up at the ceiling of the courtroom, roaring with heart-wrenching fury.

Just as this desperate final scene was quietly unfolding in the courtroom, the bloodless and tearless prison management machine—the warden—flew in.

"Coo coo coo... Oh dear, this is truly... a speechless scene."

Looking at the near-total annihilation before him, the warden tilted his head 180 degrees and let out a sigh.

Earlier

"Just...kill me!" "No, no, kill me!" "Don't argue with me! To command this stupid monster, you can only kill me—"

"Stop it, everyone...!"

When you feel too much pressure in life, then come and see Chang Rong. Right now, he's being cornered by a bunch of prospective witches who are begging to be killed.

In order to deceive the government agencies in charge of human affairs, Chang Rong proposed the method of "fake death and outwitting the enemy," but the public opinion that followed the proposal quickly deviated from Chang Rong's expectations.

At this moment, almost all the prospective witches in the reception room were immersed in all sorts of bizarre fantasies, and they all wanted to drag Chang Rong to realize their wildest and most repressed fantasies.

The number of people was still increasing, and even Emma, ​​Margot, and the uncle joined in, each sharing their fantasies.

Incidentally, Emma's imagined death scene was her irreversible transformation into a witch, about to use witch-slayer magic to destroy the world. Knowing this, Chang Rong had to endure excruciating pain as he personally gripped Emma's slender neck, watching helplessly as the girl gradually stopped breathing in his hands, a final, relieved smile on her face.

The scenario fabricated by Mag depicted Chang Rong as someone who had been manipulated by Mag all along. Finally, one day, Chang Rong realized it was all a deception by Mag. Enraged, Chang Rong grabbed a watermelon knife and stabbed Mag. Mag, stabbed through the knife, reached out to Chang Rong in her dying moments, stealing his soul. Ultimately, this turned Chang Rong into an idiot who could only look up at the sky and say, "The stars are so beautiful."

As for the scene fabricated by 'Uncle' Saeki Milia, it was that she accidentally fell from a bridge into a river in winter due to exhaustion while on a business trip. Although she was later pulled out by a kind passerby, Chang Rong, and even spent a night in a lakeside cabin that would evoke excessive emotions, Milia eventually passed away in a hospital bed due to pneumonia, no longer needing to work overtime. In the end, she became Chang Rong's guardian spirit, and was called back to fill in for him when he needed help the most.

Well... although it's not as 18G as what Meruru imagined, each of them is still quite significant.

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control and was heading in an increasingly chaotic direction, Chang Rong, who was being cornered by a group of people, suddenly thought of something.

"Right—right! If everyone's this enthusiastic, why don't we just have a battle royale game!"

Chang Rong suddenly raised her hand and said to the group of prospective witches, “Hey! I have a plan!” At the same time, while everyone was stunned, she quickly slipped out from the corner and returned to the center of the reception room.

"Battle Royale...?" Emma blinked, looking somewhat confused.

“Oh! Onii-chan is talking about that kind of game, right? I used to play it all the time, it was quite fun!” Unlike Emma, ​​Zedu Coco immediately understood what Chang Rong was trying to say.

“I’ve played it too…! It’s really fun.” Another gamer, Natsume Anan, nodded in agreement.

"How about it, Coco-chan, An-an? My suggestion is quite interesting, isn't it!" Seeing that the topic had been successfully shifted, Chang Rong quickly pressed the two of them for answers.

"However... if it's a real person, I feel this is going to be very troublesome..."

"Real people running around... Onii-chan, please spare me."

However, things didn't go as planned. Although Sawatari Coco and Natsume Anan were very interested in the 'Battle Royale' concept, the thought of actually participating in it instantly dampened their enthusiasm.

"Noah also thinks it's more comfortable to stay in the studio and paint~ If I were to be killed, Noah would prefer to be killed in the bedroom without having to go out~" Little cotton-padded jacket Noah Shirosaki raised his hand and happily indicated that he didn't want to move and was too lazy to change places even if it meant death.

"Um, I'm not really used to the way young people do things either... I guess it's better to just sit in front of the TV, stare at the static screen, and sleep a little while doing nothing...?"

"Milia, you're not an uncle anymore, you're totally at the level of an old lady!"

Chang Rong complained loudly, and at the same time realized something - about half of the prospective witches imprisoned on Witch Island completely lacked daily exercise, and their daily routine was simply to lie down in one place and then lie down in another place in a repetitive cycle.

Since so many people are so lazy, we should definitely organize this project to get everyone moving. But how can we motivate everyone? ...Oh, right!

Chang Rong suddenly had an idea, which at first glance could be described as 'perfect', but it was precisely this perfect idea that led to a series of subsequent disturbances:

"How about this? The person who participates in the battle royale and successfully 'survives' to the end will receive a reward, and the reward is that I can grant her any one wish—"

"I want to participate!" "You should have said so earlier, Onii-chan!!" "Hmm... In that case, I'll give it my all, old man..." "What is this, a pre-dinner flirtatious invitation?" "Chang Rong-kun... This, this is too despicable... Please count me in!"

In an instant, the girls who had been observing and explicitly refusing all changed their minds. Everyone rushed forward, expressing their desire to participate in the PUBG competition, just so they could actually win.

Almost all the prospective witches' eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and even those who weren't prospective witches were exceptionally fanatical.

"Hiss hiss hiss—!!" The black-robed wreckage, still wearing a mask, rubbed its hands together excitedly.

"My older sister said she's very confident too...!" Nanoha Kaori thoughtfully acted as the translator.

"While having confidence is a good thing, if the 'guards' really manage to break through, those humans will only find it more unbelievable and immediately come to investigate!"

"Hiss..."

Upon hearing Chang Rong's rebuttal, the older sister visibly slumped down, hunched over, and shrank into a corner, poking her hands in frustration.

"Wow, no need to react so strongly..." Chang Rong muttered under her breath, while deciding to find an opportunity to talk to her older sister about the senior colleagues from the same period.

Although I had 'forgiven' my older sister before, I still felt it necessary to tell her what happened at the 'edge of the gap' back then. If it could put my older sister at ease, it would be a blessing from everyone.

But right now... the main problem is definitely this group of people.