Erotic RPG: I am in the Game world, But My Heroines are Villainesses



The sun had risen as the students of the Academy opened their eyes to a new day. The birds were chirping, students with discipline were running, some were studying, and some were training.

"Hmm…. So, this is how we can do it, huh?" A voice mumbled as the fire started spreading toward the environment. "Using fireball in the way of a conservative field might be a good idea." The same voice echoed inside the dimly lighted room as the fire started spreading from his hand, though slightly different from how it was used before. "Well, let's finish for now." As the fire spread inside the room, the darkness was lifted, revealing a young man with crimson eyes. "It is enough." 

Satisfied with his progress, he concluded his training, extinguishing the flames that had illuminated the room. As the last ember flickered and died, the veil of darkness lifted, revealing Callius in all his youthful vigor. His disheveled hair framed his determined expression, and his eyes sparkled with a mixture of ambition and curiosity.

"First, let's order a fine meal." He mumbled to himself as he saw the points he had at his disposal while walking towards the bathroom inside his detached dormitory. As he entered the bathroom and took out all of his clothes, a water filled with a bunch of colors was waiting for him inside the bath. 'Now, let's think about the things about to happen with a clear mind.'  As he entered the bath, he thought.

/PISS/ /PISS/

Though, there was a clear weird noise coming from the substances inside the water as his skin started absorbing its contents.

<Ding! Vitality Moss has been detected. Host's body's recovery ra->

'System, turn down the notifications.' Before the system could plague his mind for any second, he turned the notifications off. 

'To think I would fight with Arden on the second day of my school life…. Things have gotten a strange turn, for sure.' He thought as he remembered the contents of the academy. 

Now, of course, as the future paladin candidate and the representative of Holyland of Celestia, Arden was a named character in the game. Since he was someone that was the embodiment of justice thanks to his past trauma, he tried to empower justice on the academy grounds by entering the student council and acting like some sort of police. And he was annoying in the game since he would always talk loudly and make players uncomfortable.

And considering this game contained a lot of eroge elements and such scenes even in the academy, he was someone that one needed to pay attention to since if he saw you doing the deed, he would basically become a rat and inform the related officials.

'However, even if he was annoying, he was someone that needed to be paid respect.' He thought as he knew the future actions he would take. 'A noble guy, who sacrificed himself for the sake of his childhood friend. Though, it is sad that she became a plaything for our protagonist who only thought with his lower head in the future.' As he played with the lightning inside his bath, his head kept generating some thoughts.

'Now, at this point, people's opinion of me will get worse and worse. But, they will fear me at the same time, as they had seen the display of magic. This will prove to be useful in the future. The more they drown in their biases and prejudices, the more they will be prone to get manipulated.' He thought remembering the things Callius of the past had studied in the absence of his powers.

'Though, if Arden didn't lose himself in his emotions and lose his faith in Goddess Celestia in the midst of his spell, he could put up a stronger defense, albeit the results wouldn't have changed.' His thoughts lingered on the reactions of the students watching him while he stood up, getting out of his bath. 

'The first act of the academy arc had yet to start, so after this situation ends, things will slow down for a bit. Now, it is up to me how I can profit from it.' With that thought, he reached the table in his room, and he saw the meal he had ordered was there delivered by spatial magic. 

As he sat down to savor his breakfast, Callius contemplated the events that lay ahead which would determine his place within this academy's intricate tapestry.

*****

Amidst the buzz of conversation and youthful energy, the classroom came alive with the animated chatter of students. Their voices intertwined, creating a vibrant tapestry of shared experiences and everyday anecdotes.

"Hey, what did you do yesterday?" one student inquired, curiosity lighting up their eyes.

The other one, taking a moment to join the conversation, replied with a casual shrug, "I trained. I was pretty hyped after seeing Arden putting up such a front."

A sympathetic nod passed between them as the other student understood the sentiment. "Yeah, I get what you mean. I trained as well, though rather than getting hyped I was scared. That guy, Callius, really is a demon. What if he targets me next time." As he finished his words, he looked around. 

Seeing this the girl standing beside him added. "We don't even know the strength of others yet. What if there were others strong like him…. I can't help but be frightened…. Nobody even stopped the duel at that time…." As she said, her face looked worried.

Though before the conversation could continue any longer, a hushed voice spread among the students. "Ssssh….. He is coming….."

The classroom fell into an expectant silence, heads turning in unison as Callius, the enigmatic figure at the center of their whispers, stepped through the doorway. A magnetic aura seemed to surround him, capturing the attention of all those in his vicinity, but he just simply walked towards the seat he had used yesterday, as he sat there and opened a book.

Barely a moment later, the door swung open again, revealing the arrival of a man. 

As he entered the classroom, he emanated an aura of formidable expertise. With a solid and sturdy build, he exuded strength and discipline. Clad in a fitted training uniform, every muscle was accentuated, showcasing their physical prowess. 

His piercing gaze commanded respect, his eyes sharp and focused, surveying the room with keen attentiveness. The instructor's cropped hair and chiseled features further emphasized his no-nonsense demeanor. A sense of authority and experience radiated from his presence, leaving the students both intrigued and slightly intimidated by the sheer presence of this seasoned mentor.

/TOK/

"Let's begin our lesson of Close Combat….."