Prologue: Only the Strong Get to Choose
I was possessed into my favorite magical girl eroge.
I never expected to wake up inside the game world I’d sunk hundreds of hours into, but once I did, I poured everything I had into one single goal: raising the orphaned magical girl who had lost everything. I cherished her like my own daughter, shielding her from every hardship, every shadow, every trace of the cruel fate the original scenario had written for her.
She grew up bright and strong under my care. Her smiles became my reason for living. Her safety became my obsession. I told myself that if I could just protect her, just give her a normal, happy life, the game’s dark endings would never touch us.
The voice that spoke those words was the same one I had once found so lovely. But the tone was different now—cold, sweet, and utterly certain. The girl I had raised was looking at me with eyes that no longer held any trace of the child I remembered. There was only a deep, possessive hunger.
Chains of golden magic shimmered into existence around my wrists before I could even process what was happening. The room we had shared for years suddenly felt smaller, darker, like a cage that had always been waiting to close.
It seems something has gone terribly, irreversibly wrong.
I had tried to defy the script of a twisted adult game. Instead, I had raised the final boss who would keep me forever.