Pushover Extra Trains the Villainesses - Chapter 7: Master of the Dark Sword V (2)

*Celeb: short for celebrity.A dull body, a timid and kind personality.The fat princess who was ostracized, Rubetria Diollus.“Oh my, the princess is at the dessert shop every time I see her. She eats so many sweets, enough to make one’s cheeks burst, no wonder she gets fat.”Princess Lillia, the ‘swan princess’ of the family, was always surrounded by friends, and Rubetria, the ‘ugly duckling’ who was bullied by them, was a loner.“Hey, you idiot. Our princess is angry. Eat it, quickly.”“Puhaha…!”“Oh my god! She really ate that!”Rubetria was tired of the bullying.Then one day, she said,‘I want to live a wonderful life like that woman for just one day.’180 degrees change.

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Heartbreak was the worst thing Kanata thought he’d face this week. He was wrong.When the world begins to rot and the dead rise, survival becomes the only thing that matters. Trapped in a school turned slaughterhouse, Kanata finds himself side by side with unexpected allies—his sharp-tongued childhood friend, a fierce upperclassman with a blade, and a dangerously calm teacher with a mysterious past.With betrayal still fresh and the world falling apart, Kanata isn’t looking to be a hero. He just wants to stay alive.But in the apocalypse… staying alive is the hardest part.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]