I'm Fucked
I have to be honest.
Right now, I'm completely fucked.
All because I called it a shitty game and got isekai'd straight into it.
And not just any title—a bad-ending-heavy game with a body count that would make you quit in disgust.
Those fucking developers can rot.
If you're going to transmigrate someone, at least give them the protagonist's body. What kind of sadistic joke is dumping them into an extra instead?
Not even a named NPC. The kind of background character who wouldn't even get a line as "Passerby 1."
“Haaa……”
I sighed and looked into the mirror.
A woman stared back from the glass.
For an extra, she was absurdly beautiful.
Skin like white jade. Light pink hair that brought cherry blossoms to mind. A voluptuous chest that would make any man lose his mind.
She was pretty enough to pass as a heroine without raising eyebrows.
Her wealth wasn't anything to scoff at, either.
Even as an extra, the setting of "noble young lady" came attached. Meals I could only have dreamed of before transmigration appeared on the table every day, and the maids handled all the chores.
But what was the point of any of it?
One wrong move by the protagonist in this game and you were funneled straight into a bad end.
And most of those routes ended with the villainesses destroying the world.
Status as a noble daughter or piles of riches—none of it meant a damn thing.
“Shit.”
Still, if I'd been shoved into the protagonist's body, I might have stood a chance since I'd played this trash game to the end.
But as an extra among extras, there wasn't much I could—
“...Wait.”
There was something.
From the dialogue I'd overheard, this was still the very early stage of the game.
The villainesses hadn't powered up yet.
In other words, this was before they became the monsters who would bring about the apocalypse.
I might not have the strength to stop them after transmigrating as an extra, but… what if I raised them right so they never fell to darkness?
I might not prevent the world from ending, but I could at least secure my own survival.
Looking at their backstories in the game, none of the villainesses had started out wanting to destroy the world.
…Except for one.
“Gotta move fast…”
Speed was the most important factor if I wanted this plan to work.
There were seven villainesses in total, after all. Roughly fifteen years until they matured into the full evils of the world.
Assuming I focused hard, that gave me about two years per child.
So I needed to handle this swiftly and cleanly.
The moment I made up my mind, I called for my maid.
“Gloria.”
“Yes, Lady Raviel.”
“Could you prepare a carriage? There's somewhere I need to stop by.”
“At this hour, my lady…?”
“The illegal arena.”
Gloria flinched the instant I named our destination.
I couldn't blame her. A delicately raised noble lady suddenly announcing she was heading to a brutal, lawless fighting pit would shock any maid.
“…It will be dangerous. Are you certain you'll be all right?”
“I'll be fine. I'm not going to watch the fights.”
“Pardon…? Then why…?”
“There's someone I need to meet.”
The first villainess on my list.
To reach the girl who carried the Sin of Wrath, the arena was the only place to go.
“Hurry. If we miss this window, it'll be much harder to find her.”
“Understood. I'll prepare the carriage at once.”
Two hours after leaving the mansion, the carriage window revealed streets swallowed by darkness.
Not a single lamp. You couldn't see even an inch ahead.
“…It's truly impossible to see anything out here. I'm not sure we'll be able to find the person you're looking for in a place like this…”
Gloria sounded deeply worried.
I wasn't. I'd reset this section so many times while playing that the route was still burned into my memory.
“There's a way. Don't worry too much.”
“…If you say so, my lady.”
We traveled the dark street in silence until we reached a dead end.
It was hidden well, as expected of an illegal operation, but I knew the trick.
I placed my hand on the wall with practiced ease.
Third brick from the top, four spaces to the right…
Clunk.
The brick sank under my push. A heavy rumble followed as a door swung open, revealing the secret passage behind it.
“M-My lady… wasn't that a dead end?”
“The ones who can't act openly usually hide in places no one can see.”
The passage was pitch black, so I took a torch from the wall and stepped inside.
A little further in, distant roars of a crowd reached us.
And the thick, metallic stench of blood that stabbed straight into my nose.
Deeper still, the space suddenly opened up to reveal a small arena.
“Huk…!”
Gloria clapped a hand over her mouth in horror at the sight.
A fighter was mercilessly stabbing an opponent who had already lost consciousness.
In a normal arena, the match would have stopped the moment someone blacked out.
Not here.
The fight only ended when one of them was dead.
The more brutally you killed your opponent, the bigger the payout.
A hellish place that made you question whether the same species could have created it.
The Sin of Wrath I had come to meet—Igna—had been thrown into this pit at the age of eight.
The operators, seeing her early talent for combat, had promised her freedom after a thousand victories.
Years later, after battling monsterkind and learning it had all been a vicious lie, Igna awakened as the Sin of Wrath by slaughtering everyone inside the arena that day.
Which meant that if I gave her true freedom now, she would never become the Sin of Wrath.
“My lady… they said that door is restricted to staff only?”
“I know.”
The moment I opened the staff entrance leading to the fighters' area, startled employees rushed toward us.
“Miss!”
Each of them was easily one and a half times my size.
They probably took one look at me and assumed I was just a helpless noble girl, charging in unarmed.
Too bad they picked the wrong opponent.
Inside this body wasn't some sheltered young lady. It housed a battle-hardened mercenary who'd survived the special forces grind.
Thud. Thud.
I drove the dagger I'd prepared into their vital points. They dropped instantly.
I'd been half-worried that stabbing the neck in a fantasy world might not kill them, but that concern had been pointless.
I felt no guilt over the bodies at my feet.
I knew exactly what kind of trash they were—kidnapping orphans and raising them as slave gladiators.
“Let's go.”
“Y-Yes…!!”
Gloria, still stunned from the earlier scene, hurried after me.
We descended the stairs that appeared at the end of the staff corridor.
What greeted us were fighters locked inside prison-like cells, bodies covered in countless scars.
At a glance there were easily over a hundred.
Finding Igna among them, however, was simple.
Hair as blazing red as roaring flames.
Eyes like the world's most beautiful rubies, polished and set in place.
Above all, a killing intent that had no business belonging to someone so young.
Even in this childlike form, there was no doubt—this was Igna, the one who would one day awaken as the Sin of Wrath.
Click.
I used the key taken from the dead staff member to open the lock and stepped into the cell.
I approached her slowly.
“……”
She must have sensed me. Igna lifted her head.
Those red eyes locked onto me with perfect focus.
“…Is it time to fight again?”
A voice completely empty of emotion.
How much suffering did it take to break a girl who looked no older than thirteen this badly?
It was no wonder she eventually awakened as the Sin of Wrath.
“No. I've come to give you your freedom.”
“……!!”
Life flashed back into her eyes at the word freedom.
“I'll take you out of here.”
But the spark died again almost immediately as she asked,
“…There must be a price. What do you want from me?”
That reaction told me she'd already guessed the truth—that she was being used as a fighter.
It would have been stranger if she hadn't noticed.
No one locked in here had ever seen another person leave.
Except in a coffin.
They're worse than animals.
Seeing her broken by atrocities no human should commit made my chest tighten with pain.
“…There is no price.”
“How can I believe you?”
Instead of answering with words, I unlocked the shackles around her wrists and left them open.
“The cell door will stay unlocked. You can leave whenever you want.”
“……”
“If my presence makes you uncomfortable, I'll step out first.”
Her red eyes trembled.
She still couldn't tell whether this was real freedom or another cruel trick.
I gently took her small hand in mine.
“If you don't know the way out, shall I go with you?”
“That…”
She hesitated, lips moving silently, then spoke in a tiny voice.
“…I have nowhere to go.”
Of course she didn't. She'd been dragged here at only eight years old.
For five years this arena had been both her prison and her only home.
But a home could always be built again.
Money wasn't an issue for me right now.
“Then would you like to come with your big sister?”
“…Big sister?”
“Yes. With me.”
I'd build an orphanage.
A place where young villainesses with nowhere else to turn could stay.
“No more fighting other people… You can live however you want, Igna.”
“…However I want.”
She murmured the words, then asked,
“Big sister. What… is your name?”
“Me? Raviel. You can call me Raviel sis.”
“Raviel sis…”
She repeated it softly, then gave a small smile.
At some point her grip on my hand had grown tighter.
“Thank you, Raviel sis.”
“It's nothing. For something this small.”
With this, Igna would never become the Sin of Wrath.
Now the next step was to find the villainess destined to become the Sin of Lust.