Kozuwa Kurisu was a person like any other, born into a loving and stable family. The eldest of three siblings, with a brother two years his junior and two adorable little sisters, he had grown up and lived like any normal child in a normal society, until entering his second year of university.
His grades, though obtained without apparent effort, were remarkably good, leaving his classmates with the impression of a typical student—efficient but ordinary.
Yet, deep within himself, Kozuwa knew he was different. Unlike those who remained submerged in sadness or anger for long periods, he possessed the almost frightening ability to perfectly control his emotions, switching from laughter to tears or from rage to serenity in a fraction of a second, so much so that his reactions sometimes seemed mechanical, detached, and almost as if he felt nothing at all.
He could truly contain his sensations. To illustrate this paradox, he would be literally indifferent to contemplating a corpse or taking the life of another, and he had felt nothing at all at the death of his grandparents, even as the rest of his family wept. He had learned to mimic the manifestations of pain acceptable in the eyes of others, while for him, it was literally nothing.
Yes, he could be sad not to see a loved one anymore, but he never actually cried and could move on as if nothing had happened. A paradox that might seem sickening, yet his emotions were very real and deeply rooted.
He passionately loved manga, anime, video games, and especially one universe in particular: Re:Zero. This isekai had changed his perception of the world and human nature, pushing him to reflect on the true purpose of people and the fragility of their emotions.
Of course, his absence of fear, sadness, or other feelings remained, but conversely, his moments of happiness were amplified, intense, almost exaggerated compared to anyone else. After several years of assiduous reading, and after finishing all the novels, anime, and manga related to Re:Zero, he had obsessively explored the incredible world of fanfiction, particularly those focused on character reactions, which he considered the ultimate Holy Grail of an anime like Re:Zero.
He had even written his own fanfiction featuring a different Subaru, which he had finished with care, before browsing the sites once more in search of new original stories.
That was how he stumbled upon a fanfiction where an OC was transported into the body of Regulus Corneas, the most selfish and odious character imaginable, specifically in the heart of Arc 5, just before his death.
Reading this fic delighted him. It brought something new to the community, spawning other stories of the same genre, each featuring a different OC and a different Regulus, with often improbable consequences.
A mischievous smile formed on his face while his mind sparkled with ideas.
« It would be truly fun… » he thought, « …to find myself in a similar fanfiction, transported into the body of Regulus….. but from the very beginning, long before Arc 5, at the very start of the story to observe, troll Subaru and his companions, manipulate certain events and have fun with them… »
All while keeping the ultimate pleasure of seeing the chaos culminate in Arc 5 and fully testing Regulus's powers, because if he weren't so stupid, this character could have become the most powerful in all of Re:Zero, and nothing, not even Reinhack's famous cheat code, could defeat him….. except maybe Pandora, but she was on another level.. not comparable. This thought made him laugh internally at the idea of everything he could accomplish.
But life was not like in fanfictions. After reading one last chapter to relax, he went to sleep, as he had to get up early for classes the next day. He felt a faint bluish light at the corner of his vision, soft but persistent, seeming to pull him into a deeper dream. He blinked and the light approached, hypnotic, enveloping his mind.
Then sleep took him.
When he opened his eyes again, everything was different. His hands were now covered in perfectly fitted white gloves, his skin much less tanned than usual, and he wore a totally immaculate and refined suit, strangely natural. The air was heavy with the scent of wax and ancient wood, and the light in the room seemed too bright, too diffuse, almost surreal.
What frightened him more was the strange sensation: he could no longer feel his own body. No perceptible breathing, no heartbeat, nothing. The total neutrality of his bodily sensations, combined with the perception of the new environment, gave him a shiver of unease.
Around him, an immense manor, with walls adorned with paintings and tapestries of rich colors, imposing and perfectly maintained furniture, majestic stairs leading to upper floors, and windows letting through a supernatural light.
A wave of subtle sadness crossed his mind: his parents, his sisters, his brother, his friends… everything he was leaving behind…. all of it had just gone up in smoke. He had just lost everything. Normally, anyone would be totally devastated by this idea. But Kurisu was very different from others and thus, immediately, he controlled his emotions, isolating them, observing them from afar as mere information. He knew that from now on, this was his reality, and he had to move on.
As he moved toward the mirror set on a golden wall, heart and breathing still undetectable to his own senses, he saw his reflection and stopped dead.
« WHAT ??? » he thought, a multitude of thoughts racing through him.
« I… I am in the body of… REGULUS CORNEAS ??? »
The fine but arrogant face, the cold but calculating gaze, the imposing posture and the perfect silhouette of his body struck him. Even the cruel smile on the lips seemed to promise him a thousand possibilities.
The evidence hit him: he was no longer Kozuwa Kurisu, but a character living in a fiction, and everything he knew about reality had just fragmented into a world he could now explore as he pleased.
A mixture of shock, excitement, and curiosity flooded him. For the first time in a long while, he felt a strange thrill: the possibility of manipulating, observing, and trolling this world was open to him.
Then a fleeting thought crossed his mind:
« Is it because of that wish I made before sleeping? If someone granted it… then… perhaps I am in a world shaped by an author, a fanfiction world… »
Kurisu had felt a small glow flicker in the reaches of his mind, a subtle light, almost timid, but which seemed to draw him irresistibly as he slowly sank into sleep.
« Was it simply another world, a classic isekai where the rules would be unknown to me, or was someone truly pulling the strings from the shadows… ? »
Excitement rose slowly, mixing with this strange tension.
Kurisu: « Um… author-san… are you there… ? »
A few seconds passed. Nothing. No sound, no movement. The manor, usually welcoming in his daydreams, seemed frozen, motionless, as if this world refused him any answer.
« Why this silence… ? » he thought. « No sign of life… is it truly an alternate world or just a test? »
Kurisu frowned slightly. He tried again, a little louder:
Kurisu: « Author-san, if you are there, do something… anything… »
One minute. Then two. Still nothing. The absence of reaction reinforced a mix of excitement and worry in his mind.
« Whatever… If the author doesn't answer, or even if they exist regardless, I can still explore for myself… observe, test, understand… and above all, have fun. »
He moved forward, footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor. Every movement was precise, measured, without haste; he was no longer simply a student or a visitor, but a being with the authority and mastery of Regulus.
« Every detail counts… I must analyze everything… » he thought while scanning the golden walls, the tapestries, and the light reflections.
Then, entering a room, his gaze was irresistibly drawn to a strange object on the table: a soda can.
« A… can? Here? It's not possible… it shouldn't exist…. »
He approached, hand outstretched. Scarcely did his fingers brush the metallic surface than the can moved, dodging his contact with almost human precision.
Kurisu raised an eyebrow, a sarcastic smile floating on his lips. « This world is mocking me… how can a simple can from my world find itself here…? »
He tried to grab it two, three more times, but each movement was immediately thwarted.
« Alright… let's think… » he thought. « Author-san… if you are listening to me, move the can once, otherwise twice. »
The can rose gently and performed a single movement to the left.
« So there is indeed an author… I am a character in their work… brought here to… have fun. And I, too, can have fun. Kekeke… »
Encouraged, he asked a more direct question:
Kurisu: « Author-san… were you the one who sent me here? »
The can moved slightly to the right. Affirmative.
Kurisu frowned, amused.
Kurisu: « Then will you let me do whatever I want? »
Two rapid movements. Negative.
« Not so simple after all… but I feel we share the same taste for chaos, so… let's try this. » he thought, a small laugh escaping.
He bowed slightly, feigning respect toward the author, and continued:
Kurisu: « Of course, I will do nothing without your consent, I swear it… but may I? »
The can swirled violently, describing rapid circles, lightly splashing the table with condensation.
« Fine, fine… I get it, you like having fun as much as I do! Very well, let's move on to something more serious… »
He fixed the can with almost solemn concentration:
Kurisu: « Am I affected by Subaru's RBD? That would be truly annoying… »
Two slow and precise movements. Negative.
« Yes! Excellent… I can therefore have fun freely. » he thought while lightly raising his fist, a silent laugh floating in his head.
He continued, measuring every word:
Kurisu: « Then, could I talk about RBD and not be hunted by a certain jealous witch? »
Two movements. Negative.
« Darn… I'll have to be subtle, even the author wants the story to remain consistent. »
He tried another approach, more cunning:
Kurisu: « Fine… then can I talk about it to Subaru directly, or indirectly to the others, through jokes, in such a way that he doesn't understand? »
This time, the can went wild, spinning frantically, describing arcs in all directions.
« So I am truly out-of-script… capable of interacting with the one manipulating this world… this promises to be fun. »
A darker thought then crossed him, forcing him to ask immediately.
Kurisu: « Author-san… if I am in a fanfiction, does that mean other people can see and hear me? »
A single movement. Affirmative.
« For real… hundreds of people are watching me… Well, let them prepare… I'm going to show them a fanfiction that trolls to the maximum! »
Finally, he dared one last question, voice slightly trembling with excitement:
Kurisu: « Author-san… do I have privileges as an out-of-script and independent OC? »
The can swirled at a crazy speed, splashing the table with condensation and soda but of course Kurisu was not affected by this at all, not even the slightest atom of his clothes was touched, remaining immaculate, which made him say to himself:
« After all, I am already out-of-concept… then now out-of-script… what irony. » he thought, impassive.
A few seconds of silence. Then, as if by magic, a small sheet appeared floating slowly before him.
Kurisu took it and read quickly. His eyes lit up with excitement.
Kurisu: « Kekekeke… it's not perfect, but with the support of dear author-san… I swear to you that I will make this fanfiction the funniest and most trollish possible. »
The sheet disappeared immediately, leaving him alone in the room, a mischievous smile on his lips and already the most absurd and daring plans racing through his mind.
Kurisu began to stroll through the manor, his steps echoing softly on the polished floor while his gaze glided over every detail of the decor, mechanically analyzing his environment while reflecting on the best way to approach the situation. The excitement was still there, lurking in a corner of his mind, but now channeled, mastered, almost cold.
Then suddenly—
« Oh crap… »
He stopped dead.
« I forgot something important… no… several things even… how could I be so stupid just because of the excitement… »
A slight annoyance crossed his mind, not a raw emotion, but a lucid observation of his own error.
He raised his head slightly.
Kurisu: « Author-san… »
Hardly had the words left his lips than a sheet appeared before him, floating slowly in the air as if it had always been there, simply waiting to be noticed.
No transition. No explanation.
Just… appeared.
His eyes landed on it immediately.
« …Fast. Very fast even… »
He reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, his gaze scanning the lines with almost clinical attention.
1 week before Arc 1 Main Manor of Regulus with his 53 wives
The silence of the corridor seemed to grow heavy around him as he slowly reread.
« Well… if that isn't generosity… »
A faint sneer stretched his lips.
« One week before Arc 1, huh… exactly what I wanted… enough time to go to the capital… observe… and start trolling quietly… kekeke… »
His gaze dropped to the next line.
And stopped.
The 53 wives.
An instant.
Very brief.
But real.
« …Ah. »
His expression barely changed, but his mind immediately adjusted.
« Regulus's wives… I had almost forgotten… »
A silence.
« This guy is truly trash. »
No hatred in the tone. Just a statement.
« I don't care emotionally… but it remains… unacceptable. »
A pause.
« Those poor women… »
Then, almost instantaneously, his mind flipped toward something colder, more logical.
« …But I need them. »
His gaze hardened slightly.
« If I want to keep his powers active, if I want to remain consistent with the rules of this world… I can't just free them like that. »
A slight mental sigh.
« Even with author-san… I doubt they would let such a massive inconsistency slide… »
Then—
A slight click.
« …Ah. »
A smirk.
« I almost forgot… »
He raised his eyes slightly, as if looking beyond the ceiling.
« There are also people watching me, huh… »
A silence.
« …It's a joke. A joke, okay? »
A pause.
« I know you're here for the story… but being observed in every single thought… it's still disturbing. »
He shrugged slightly.
« Anyway. »
His gaze became serious again.
« Let's focus. »
He folded the sheet slightly, which immediately disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Then he resumed his walk, slower this time, thinking deeply about how to approach Regulus's wives. Every possibility passed through his mind, every potential reaction, every risk.
And it was precisely for this reason—
That he did not immediately notice the silhouette in front of him.
The collision was light, but sufficient.
A young woman stepped back abruptly.
Kurisu looked down at her.
An instant.
Then—
Recognition.
« …Sylphy. »
Kurisu: « Sylphy… it's you, isn't it? »
The young woman flinched violently, as if struck by something impossible. She took a step back, then two, her hands trembling slightly.
Sylphy: « H-Hello… husband… »
Her voice was low. Broken.
Sylphy: « I… I think you are mistaken… I am #184 from now on… that is the name my dearest husband gave me… »
A silence.
Very short.
But heavy.
« …Number. »
Something in Kurisu's mind tightened slightly.
« He even deprived them of their names… »
A cold irritation rose.
« Regulus… you piece of waste… »
« Author-san… I sincerely hope you are making his soul burn well somewhere… »
Then, as always—
He calmed down.
Instantaneously.
His gaze landed on Sylphy again.
Steady. Direct.
Kurisu: « I think that was a bad decision. »
A beat.
Kurisu: « From now on… you take back your original name. Is that understood? »
The silence that followed was… surreal.
Sylphy's eyes widened slightly. Her body froze completely, unable to process what she had just heard.
That tone.
Those words.
That… gentleness.
« …It isn't him. »
But it was him.
His body. His voice. His gaze.
Then what?
Her mind wavered.
But her body, however, reacted by reflex.
Sylphy: « Y-Yes… husband… »
Kurisu nodded slightly.
Kurisu: « Good. »
A short pause.
Kurisu: « Now… gather all the others. A meeting in the great hall. I have something to tell you. »
Sylphy's blood ran cold.
Gather… all the wives?
Her mind immediately imagined the worst.
Collective punishment.
Execution.
A "game".
But she had no choice.
Sylphy: « …It shall be done… dear husband… »
She bowed quickly before leaving, almost in a rush.
Kurisu remained alone for a moment.
« …Let's see how this goes. »
—
A few moments later.
The great hall of the manor.
Immense.
Cold.
Silent.
The 53 women were lined up, some standing perfectly straight, others trembling slightly, others still lowering their eyes to avoid all visual contact.
The atmosphere was suffocating.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
They waited.
Like cattle.
As if—
They were going to the slaughterhouse.
Then—
The doors opened.
And "Regulus" entered.
An even heavier silence fell instantly.
The temperature seemed to drop.
Every step echoed.
Slow.
Mastered.
Inevitable.
Kurisu moved forward, observing every face.
Fear.
Resignation.
Disgust.
Emptiness.
« …It's worse than I thought. »
He slowly climbed onto the platform.
Turned around.
Looked at them all.
An instant.
Long.
Very long.
« I am not a hero. »
« I am not a savior. »
« Killing would do nothing to me. »
« But… »
His eyes narrowed slightly.
« I know it is wrong. »
« And I know they have suffered. »
A pause.
« I cannot free them. Not now. »
« Otherwise I become vulnerable. »
« And that… is out of the question. »
A silence.
« But leaving them like this… »
« It is useless. »
Then—
An idea.
Brutal.
Clear.
« …Ah. »
Kurisu: « Author-san… can you bring back the soul of Regulus? »
A slight tilt of the head.
Kurisu: « I want to test something fun… »
A smile.
Kurisu: « Oh… and if possible… give him a body. »
Pause.
Kurisu: « A body that amplifies pain… that would be perfect. »
Silence.
The women understood nothing.
But the tension was rising.
More.
More.
Kurisu raised his hand slightly.
Kurisu: « …Excuse me, girls. »
Instantly—
All of them straightened up.
Like dolls.
Fear pinned them to the spot.
A single wrong move could mean death.
Then—
Kurisu spoke.
Kurisu: « I am sorry. »
An invisible shock ran through the hall.
Kurisu: « Sorry for what Regulus did to you. »
No one understood.
Kurisu: « I cannot fix what has been done… »
Pause.
Kurisu: « But I can help you obtain… vengeance. »
The silence became total.
Absolute.
Then—
A voice.
Hesitant.
Fragile.
But present.
Sylphy: « …Dear husband… »
All of them froze.
Sylphy: « Is it not… you… who did all that… ? »
A tremor.
Sylphy: « Why… do you apologize… as if… you were not the one at fault… ? »
Some women closed their eyes.
Others trembled even more.
"She is going to die."
But—
Kurisu burst out laughing.
A clear laugh.
Controlled.
Almost… sincere.
Kurisu: « Ahh… Sylphy… always so direct. »
A smile.
Kurisu: « That is good. »
He tilted his head slightly.
Kurisu: « To answer your question… no. »
Pause.
Kurisu: « I am not Regulus. »
A silence.
Kurisu: « At least… not the one you know. »
Confusion spread slowly throughout the entire hall, like an invisible wave. Gazes crossed without ever truly understanding one another, each searching for an answer in the eyes of others, but finding only the same distress, the same mute incomprehension in the face of the impossible words they had just heard.
No one spoke.
No one dared.
The silence, meanwhile, grew heavier and heavier, almost oppressive, as if the air itself refused to circulate.
Then—
Without the slightest warning—
A white light appeared in the center of the hall.
Not a simple glimmer.
No.
A dense light.
Compact.
Almost… tangible.
It did not just shine.
It imposed its presence.
Blinding, to the point that several women instinctively turned their eyes away, raising their arms slightly as if to protect themselves, while others remained frozen, unable to move, as if hypnotized by this unreal phenomenon.
The light pulsed.
Once.
Then a second time.
And slowly—
Something began to form in its center.
A silhouette.
At first blurred.
Unstable.
Like a shadow trying to take shape in a world that did not yet fully accept it.
Then, progressively, the outlines became clearer.
A body.
A presence.
An existence.
The details appeared one by one, as if the world itself were "writing" him before their eyes.
The shoulders.
The posture.
The head.
Then—
The face.
And at that precise instant—
Time seemed to stop.
Identical.
Perfectly identical.
No difference.
No imperfection.
Regulus.
A second Regulus.
The real one.
An invisible shiver ran through the entire hall.
Some women instinctively stepped back, their trembling legs almost refusing to carry them any further, while others remained fixed, eyes wide open, unable to look away.
The silence—
Exploded.
Not by a sound.
But by its intensity.
Breaths were caught.
Thoughts shattered.
Bodies froze.
Even Sylphy—
She who had nevertheless dared to speak—
Remained motionless, eyes fixed on this unreal scene.
« …What is… »
But no words came out.
For nothing—
Absolutely nothing—
In what she knew of the world—
Could explain what she was seeing.
Kurisu, on the other hand, wore a calm smile, almost too calm for the situation. Facing him stood the other Regulus, the real one, the one whose mere presence used to be enough to crush any will around him. Behind, the 53 women remained frozen, their gazes oscillating between incomprehension, fear, and a much deeper form of terror born from their memories. Two Reguluses in the same room… for them, it was the announcement of a nightmare even worse than anything they had already lived through.
Kurisu stepped forward slowly, each step echoing on the manor floor, breaking the heavy silence that had settled. He stopped a few steps away from his double, observed him briefly, then turned his head slightly toward the women, as if to ensure they were listening to every one of his words.
Kurisu: « Well… to be clearer with you… I am merely an innocent whose soul was transported into this body. »
He paused briefly, letting his words soak into the air.
Kurisu: « That is why I have his body… but I am not him. The real Regulus… is the one before you. »
No sooner were his words spoken than the other Regulus reacted violently. His face distorted with anger, his gaze became unstable, almost hysterical, as if the mere idea of sharing his existence was an unbearable insult.
Regulus: « How is this possible… ?! How can a being as perfect as I, the great Regulus Corneas, have an imitation in this world ?! »
He took a step forward, his voice rising, trembling with pure rage.
Regulus: « How dare you infringe upon my right to exist ?! Upon my right to be the one and only perfect being in this world ?! »
The next moment was brutal.
Kurisu raised his hand—and the slap landed.
A sharp, violent sound cracked through the entire room, echoing against the walls like a thunderclap. Every woman jumped, some backing away instinctively, unable to believe what they had just seen.
Regulus remained frozen, his head turned to the side, a trembling hand placed on his cheek.
Regulus: « You… how… how could you touch me… ?! I should be invincible! »
Kurisu did not answer immediately. He simply looked at him… then struck again.
A second slap. Heavier.
Then a punch.
Regulus's body was projected to the ground with a dull thud, cutting his breath short. He tried to pull himself up, but Kurisu was already approaching, his gaze cold, almost clinical.
Kurisu: « This is not your body. »
He crouched slightly, staring at him without the slightest hesitation.
Kurisu: « It is merely a vessel containing your soul. You are not invincible… just human. »
Nothing.
Not the slightest reaction.
He then turned his gaze toward the women. They were all frozen, their pupils trembling, their bodies rigid. The fear had changed form: it was no longer just the terror of a monster… but the incomprehension in the face of something worse, or perhaps something totally unknown.
« Two Reguluses… to torment us even more… ? »
Kurisu observed their faces for a moment, analyzing every micro-expression, every irregular breath, every tremor. Then he briefly closed his eyes.
« Well… this isn't going to be enough. »
He sighed inwardly.
« Author-san… show them a summary of my life until the moment I woke up as Regulus. No need to add the unimportant details. »
Nothing.
The silence persisted.
The seconds stretched out.
The women continued to stare at the scene, unable to comprehend what was to follow.
Kurisu reopened his eyes, slightly annoyed.
« Fine… I know I don't control you… but please, do it. I promise you the rest will be fun… as much for you as for the readers. »
Hardly had this thought been formed—
An immediate reaction.
The women's bodies flinched.
A slight headache shot through them all simultaneously.
Some pressed their hands to their temples, others squinted, as if something had just been injected directly into their minds.
Kurisu traced a slight smile.
« Ah… there it is. When it comes to entertainment… he cooperates quickly. »
Little by little, their expressions changed.
Pure fear gave way to confusion.
Then—
Gradually, the women regained their senses. Some were trembling, others were weeping, but their gazes had changed. Blind fear was giving way to a fragile understanding.
Woman 192: « … so… you were telling the truth… »
Woman 124: « Forgive us… for having doubted you… »
Their voices trembled, but this time, it was no longer raw fear. It was something else. Something more unstable.
Sylphy, for her part, remained silent for a moment. Then she looked up at Kurisu, tears already poised to fall.
Sylphy: « What are you going to do with us… now? »
Kurisu stared at her.
Then replied calmly.
Kurisu: « I cannot change the past. »
His voice was steady.
Kurisu: « Nor can I give you back your total freedom. I need you. »
A murmur ran through the group.
Kurisu raised his hand slightly.
Kurisu: « But… I can offer you something else. »
He pointed to Regulus.
Kurisu: « Him. »
Regulus tried to speak.
Kurisu crushed his head against the ground.
Kurisu: « The source of your pain. Reduced to a weak human. »
A heavy silence fell.
Then—
A broken voice.
Woman 173: « Oh really?! But how?! We have already lost everything… »
She was weeping openly.
Kurisu turned slowly, grabbed Regulus by the hair, and pulled him up effortlessly before throwing him violently into the center.
Kurisu: « You can do whatever you want to him. He will not die. »
The gazes changed.
Slowly.
Kurisu: « And the pain he feels will be proportional to what he made you endure. »
A shiver ran through the group.
Kurisu: « So… are you going to let this chance pass? »
The silence lasted.
Then Sylphy, still trembling, spoke up.
Sylphy: « … even if we do this… what will happen afterward… ? »
Her voice faltered.
Sylphy: « You just said we wouldn't be free… so… what will change… ? »
« Good question. »
Kurisu sighed internally.
« Emotions… truly a pain to manage. »
Then he answered, more slowly.
Kurisu: « You will be limited. Yes. But you will no longer suffer. You can be yourselves. Go where you want. Live. »
He took a light breath.
Kurisu: « The only condition… is that if I need you… you will follow me. »
A silence.
Kurisu: « And those who still have a family… or someone… will be allowed to leave. »
Eyes widened.
Kurisu: « But those who have nowhere to go… I guarantee you will be well treated. I will do you no harm. »
A slight smile.
Kurisu: « Even if I have the face of this idiot. »
Emotions surged all at once. Some women were already crying.
Sylphy, for her part, raised her head, tears flowing freely.
Sylphy: « … can we… trust you… ? »
Kurisu shrugged his shoulders slightly.
Kurisu: « I would say yes. Even if I am no angel… I am not fundamentally bad. »
A silence.
Then—
Sylphy: « … that is enough. »
Kurisu gave a slight smile, almost imperceptible, then grabbed Regulus and dragged him to the center, as if presenting an object.
Kurisu: « Ladies… here is your stress reliever. »
His tone became almost light.
Kurisu: « You can hit him, break him, dismember him… he will not die. And the pain will be… amplified. »
An amused smile crossed his lips.
Kurisu: « After all… I have the support of the world itself. The pain he feels will be amplified by the weight of his own crimes. »
A nervous laugh escaped from some of them.
Kurisu: « Well… I leave you the whole day to do whatever you want to him and the whole night to think about my proposal. »
He was already turning away.
Kurisu: « We will meet again tomorrow. With that, I leave you »
He left. Without looking back.
Hardly had he stepped out of the room when a white glow flooded Regulus's body. He tried to speak, but a violent blow to his genitals cut him off instantly. Sylphy, in tears, had struck with all the strength of her accumulated anger.
Another woman, driven by a similar rage, smashed his skull with a single punch. Regulus's scream echoed through the entire place, a mixture of pain and frustration, but, against all expectations, his body regenerated almost instantly. The wounds disappeared, but the pain, however, was multiplied, amplified by the weight of all the injustices he had inflicted.
Little by little, the fifty-three women present rushed upon him. Every blow, every attack seemed more pitiless than the last. The strikes followed one after another, precise and brutal: dismemberments, repeated blows, gouged eyes, pulled teeth, crushed necks… every gesture was concentrated vengeance, an echo of past suffering.
Kurisu observed the scene, a slight smile stretching his lips as the tension and fury of each woman poured onto Regulus. The pain he felt was palpable, almost tangible, and every scream amplified the shiver running through the great square.
He was settled in a room overlooking the scene, watching through the window. He was eating popcorn and drinking a soda, 3D glasses on his nose, a crystalline laugh escaping his throat.
« Kekekekeke… serves you right, Regulus… » he thought, savoring every moment of this chaotic spectacle, while Kurisu stood apart, silent, his gaze calculating and satisfied.
...
After a full day of meticulously orchestrated torture and a night of reflection for the women, everyone met again in the great square. This time, two distinct groups formed: a group of fifty people who had chosen to return to their families, and a small group of three women deciding to stay with Kurisu. The arrangement was predictable, but sufficient for Kurisu to deploy his influence and test his authority.
« Predictable. »
Kurisu sighed, observing the two groups, and asked in a clear voice, but tinged with authority:
Kurisu: « You have chosen to return to your families. »
The group of fifty nodded in unison. Kurisu then turned to the remaining three.
Kurisu: « And you… you have nowhere to go and have therefore decided to stay with me? »
Sylphy and the two other women accepted with a nod. Kurisu let out a long sigh of satisfaction and declared calmly:
Kurisu: « Very well. The rest of you will be teleported to your families. Goodbye. »
They all answered at the same time, voices trembling but grateful:
Women: « Thank you so much, Kurisu-sama! »
« Author-san… teleport them. »
A light appeared.
And in the blink of an eye, they disappeared, teleported to their destinations.
But just before—
Something broke. An invisible thing, a link, an attachment.
« … there. »
No real pain. Just an observation.
« I no longer consider them mine. »
But this hardly troubled him. His attention returned to the three remaining women.
He reopened his eyes, immediately resuming his usual attitude.
Kurisu: « Well… first of all, let's introduce ourselves. And I don't want numbers, but your real names. »
Sylphy was the first to step forward.
Sylphy: « Well, greetings, husband-sama. My name is Sylphy. »
Kurisu almost fell over in surprise at hearing the phrase again. « Husband-sama… ? » he thought, a mixture of confusion and a flush rising to his cheeks. He quickly recovered, intrigued and slightly flustered.
Kurisu: « That is no longer necessary. »
Sylphy smiled gently.
Sylphy was smiling, almost innocent, as if sharing a long-standing habit:
Sylphy: « Well… I have done this for a long time, so I don't think I can change. And I am grateful to you for taking care of us anyway, despite the fact that you have nothing to do with all of this. »
Kurisu remained stunned for a moment, feeling an emotion he hadn't experienced in years.
« … strange. »
After a brief moment, he refocused on the other two women.
Kurisu: « Uh… and you, you are… ? »
Marielle stepped forward, bowing her head slightly.
Marielle: « I am Marielle, husband-sama! »
Then Celestia, with a similar gesture, bowed.
Celestia: « I am Celestia, hu… husband-sama! »
Kurisu sighed internally, observing that they were imitating the way Sylphy had introduced herself. He then resumed his more serious tone, leaving behind the emotions of the moment:
Then he resumed a more lively tone.
« Well… enough with the serious, moving, and sad fanfiction moments. »
A smile returned.
Kurisu: « Pack your things. We are leaving for the royal capital of Lugunica. »
The three women, in a firm and synchronized voice, replied:
The three: « Understood. »
They left immediately.
Kurisu remained alone for a moment, walking slowly.
« Well… enough with the moments of tension and sadness.… Time for some truly exceptional trolling! »
A mischievous smile appeared.
« Now… »
His eyes shined.
« We are really going to start having fun. »
And so began the adventure of Kosuwa Kurisu in the body of Regulus Corneas, with a mischievous smile on his lips and absurd and daring ideas already racing through his mind, ready to transform the entire fiction into his playground.