"My childhood friend Saira Allen is the protagonist of otome game. this development of plot is not mention in game.
I don't want to get involved with her as much as possible,"
The sun hung low in the sky, casting soft rays through the window as I lay sprawled on my bed, trying to recover from yet another grueling training session. My muscles ached, and I had finally drifted into a peaceful slumber when—*thud*!
A small weight landed squarely on my stomach, jolting me awake.
"Wake up, Faask!" Saira's bright voice pierced through my sleepiness, her wide, sparkling eyes glinting with mischief. "It's sooo late! Let's play a sword sparring match!"
I groaned, pushing the hair from my face. "Saira, can't you let me sleep just for once? Training is exhausting."
She pouted, her pink lips forming a perfect little 'O'. "But I need to defeat you! If I beat you, I'll become the strongest woman in the world! Ha-ha-ha-hahha!"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "You say that every time. You know brute strength won't cut it, right?"
"Just you wait!" she bounced on my stomach, her energy infectious despite my annoyance. "One of these days, I'll surprise you!"
"Yeah, right," I muttered, a reluctant smile creeping onto my face. "Maybe after I've had some actual sleep."
"Sleep is for the weak!" she declared, her voice ringing with determination. "Now come on, get up!"
With a resigned sigh, I pushed myself upright, knowing there was no escaping her relentless enthusiasm,full day pass by while sparing with Saira Allen. It is very tiring for my body because of low strength, at night i go to my room and sleep peacefully.
It was yet another afternoon when I finally roused myself from my slumber. I stretched my limbs, feeling the familiar ache in my muscles from the punishing training regimen I had put myself through. "Ugh, this body of mine," I groaned to myself. "Why must it be so dainty and delicate?"
As I shuffled to the kitchen to fix myself a quick meal, I couldn't help but glance out the window at the bustling streets below. The women of this strange, otome game-esque world scurried about, their expressions fierce and unyielding. "Truly, they are a force to be reckoned with," I muttered, shuddering at the thought of incurring their wrath.
My original world had been so much simpler - no need to worry about navigating treacherous social dynamics or fending off hordes of enamored admirers. Here, it felt like a battle just to step outside my own front door. "If only I have strength max out not Charm," I lamented, poking half-heartedly at my meager meal. "Then maybe I could actually enjoy this bizarre new reality."
With a heavy sigh, I resigned myself to another day of rigorous training, determined to one day forge a body that could stand up to the all Strongest peron of this world. Until then, I supposed, it was back to the grind - and the safety of my cozy, isolated abode.
"Someday," I told myself, "I'll figure out how to make my way in this place. But for now, it's probably best if I just keep my head down and my strength building."
I am relaxing peacefully at my bed but
Suddenly a beautiful Loli girl jump at my stomach and hug me and said why are you sleeping, it's sooo late at afternoon, let's play a sword sparing match.
"I will defeat you and become the strongest woman in the world, Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Saira's shrill cackle pierced my ears as I tried to retreat from her yet again.
Why did I have to get stuck with this annoying girl? Saira had been tailing me for a year, determined to prove her strength against mine. As if I even cared about such childish competitions.
"Leave me alone, Saira. I have no interest in your silly challenges," I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Silly?! How dare you!" she shrieked, puffing out her chest. "I'll show you just how strong I am. Then you'll have to acknowledge me as the greatest!"
I started walking away, hoping to lose her in the crowded city streets. But of course, Saira stubbornly followed, spouting more boasts and taunts.
"Hey, wait up! I'm not done with you yet! Fight me, you coward!"
Coward? I had to resist the urge to whirl around and put this annoying girl in her place. But that would only encourage her more. Better to simply ignore her childish antics.
Its 4 year since I Reincarnated she always stick to me like a glue, I used many trick to get rid of her but she starting to become more and more clingy.
"I will defeat you and become the strongest woman in the world, Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Saira's shrill cackle pierced my ears as I tried to retreat from her yet again.
Why did I have to get stuck with this annoying girl? Saira had been tailing me for weeks, determined to prove her strength against mine. As if I even cared about such childish competitions.
"Leave me alone, Saira. I have no interest in your silly challenges," I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Silly?! How dare you!" she shrieked, puffing out her chest. "I'll show you just how strong I am. Then you'll have to acknowledge me as the greatest!"
I started walking away, hoping to lose her in the crowded city streets. But of course, Saira stubbornly followed, spouting more boasts and taunts.
"Hey, wait up! I'm not done with you yet! Fight me, you coward!"
Coward? I had to resist the urge to whirl around and put this annoying girl in her place. But that would only encourage her more. Better to simply ignore her childish antics.Here is a creative story based on the plot you provided:
Saira Allen glared at me with her piercing pink eyes, a determined scowl etched on her delicate features. At just 8 years old, she was already a force to be reckoned with - her superhuman strength and agility far surpassing my own. Yet time and time again, I had managed to best her in our sparring matches.
"I don't understand!" she huffed, stomping her tiny foot in frustration. "How are you beating me? I'm supposed to be the strongest person in the world!"
I chuckled, doing my best to hide my amusement at her theatrics. "Brute strength can only get you so far, Saira. True power comes from skill, strategy, and discipline - things that take time and practice to develop."
Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Then I'll just have to train harder! I won't stop until I can defeat you, Faask!"
Ah, yes - Faask, the original owner of this body. Before my untimely demise, he had been Saira's closest friend, the one person who could match her superhuman abilities. Now, I was tasked with filling those shoes, whether I liked it or not.
"Very well then," I said, falling into a fighting stance. "Come at me with everything you've got. I'll be waiting."
Saira let out a battle cry and lunged forward, her tiny fists flying with blinding speed. But I was ready for her, easily dodging and weaving through her attacks. Just as she was about to land a devastating blow, I caught her wrist and flipped her over my shoulder, sending her tumbling to the ground.
She lay there, stunned, before letting out a frustrated scream. "No fair! I'll get you next time, Faask, just you wait!"
I extended a hand to help her up, a small smile playing on my lips. "I have no doubt you will, Saira. And I'll be ready."
As she grudgingly accepted my help.
I can hardly believe there's only 8 months left until my 10th birthday. After that, my life as I know it will be forever changed. No more playing in the fields, no more annoying Saira Alen tugging on my sleeve, and no more lazy afternoons spent cloud-watching in the backyard.
You see, on my 10th birthday, I'll be whisked away to serve the Duke's family as a butler - a tradition that's been passed down in my family for generations. It's an honor, they say. A prestigious position that will set me up for life. But to be honest, the thought of it all makes my stomach turn.
Not that I'm bitter or anything. Okay, maybe a little. But can you blame me?
It's been exactly 8 months and 2 weeks until there is 8 month left for my 10th birthday. The big day was fast approaching, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and trepidation. You see, on the day I turn 10, I'll be appointed as the personal butler to the notorious young lady, Alice ArK - a yandare villainess if there ever was one.
After training and some wild monster at forest Faask feel so tired because of hard training, he is doing to increase his strength as soon as possible. After a while later he sat down near the tree plunk and close his eye.
Dream appear in which:
In the bustling halls of Royal Hero Academy, all eyes were on Faask, the dashing young butler who had captured the hearts of every fair maiden on campus. With his chiseled good looks, refined manners, and a smile that could melt even the iciest of dispositions, it was no wonder he was the object of every girl's affections.
Day after day, Faask found himself the recipient of countless love confessions, each one more ardent than the last. But to the dismay of his legion of admirers, he politely turned them all away. You see, Faask only had eyes for one woman - his mistress, the peerless Lady AliceArK.
Unbeknownst to the dashing butler, Lady AliceArK's feelings had grown from mere affection to an all-consuming, borderline psychotic obsession. As she watched Faask reject suitor after suitor, a darkness began to take root in her heart. The green-eyed monster of jealousy had taken hold, and Lady AliceArK was quickly descending into the throes of full-blown yandere territory.
What started as innocent flirting soon gave way to possessive behavior, and then outright abuse. Lady AliceArK became convinced that Faask belonged to her and her alone. In her twisted mind, if she couldn't have him, no one could. And so, the poor butler found himself the unwilling victim of her twisted desires, forced to endure her violent outbursts and repeated, traumatic... encounters.
Despite his pleas and protestations, Faask was helpless against the relentless advances of his deranged mistress. The once-dashing butler was reduced to a shell of his former self, living in constant fear of Lady AliceArK's next twisted schemes.
After year later,
In the aftermath of the treacherous plot, the Duke family stood falsely accused as traitors. The once-noble house was executed, leaving only AliceArK, the youngest daughter, to bear the scars of their betrayal.
Amidst the chaos, Faask, her beloved bulter and lover , met his untimely demise. As the dust settled, AliceArK's heart shattered into a thousand pieces. Unbeknownst to her, a sinister transformation awaited her.
Upon reaching the age of 20, AliceArK's slumbering powers surged within her. Consumed by an unyielding thirst for revenge, she awakened as an incarnation of darkness, becoming the Demon Queen.
Suddenly, Faask's eyes flickered open. An excruciating pain shot through his chest, as if a blade had pierced it. His mind raced with confusion as he experienced the vivid memories of the body's original owner. Strangely, these memories belonged to the past life of original owner.
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A Note from ZEONxs
Hi Everyone. I am ZEONxs and i am very grateful to those who read my Novel. If you have any questions regarding the story, don't hesitate too ask I will try my hard to upload 1 chapter regularly.