The Heroines Hide the Ending
The moment I reached the final ending, I thought everything would be over.
But in truth, the ending itself had never mattered at all.
I had lived through countless regressions, each one more agonizing than the last. The weight of memories that no one else could share pressed down on me like a curse. Every time I thought I had finally broken the cycle, the world reset, and the heroines—those women I had once believed I could save—revealed their true, terrifying natures.
This time will be different. That was what I told myself in the beginning. But the obsession never faded. Their eyes followed me with a hunger that went beyond love, beyond devotion. It was something darker. Something that made my skin crawl even as my heart twisted with reluctant affection.
The Empire loomed over everything, its spires piercing the blood-red skies. Magic academies churned out prodigies who would one day become pawns in greater games. The Holy Church preached salvation while hiding its own rot, and the demon cults whispered promises of power from the shadows. And I, Serion, was trapped in the center of it all, carrying the burden of infinite loops no one else remembered.
Vivian’s smile flashed in my mind—sweet, gentle, and utterly false. Saren’s quiet intensity, the way her gaze lingered too long, too possessively. They hid their endings from me, concealed the truths that would shatter everything. Or perhaps they were the ones who had shattered it all along.
I stood at the edge of the academy courtyard, the cold wind biting at my face. Students hurried past, oblivious to the storm brewing beneath the surface. My hands clenched at my sides as fragments of past regressions resurfaced unbidden.
In one life, I had given everything to Vivian, only for her to burn the world down when I tried to leave. In another, Saren had chained me to her side with magic so dark it corrupted her very soul. And there were others—more heroines whose names still haunted my nightmares.
Why do you always run away, Serion? Their voices echoed in my head, laced with that obsessive, yandere madness that made escape impossible.
This regression felt different, though. Heavier. As if the world itself was growing tired of repeating the same tragedy. The final ending I had fought so hard to reach now seemed like nothing more than a cruel joke. The real horror lay in what came after—or rather, what had always been hiding behind the curtain.
I exhaled slowly, watching my breath fog in the chill air. The weight of countless deaths, betrayals, and desperate loves settled on my shoulders once more. But this time, I wouldn’t chase the ending. I would uncover what the heroines were so desperately trying to hide.
Even if it destroyed me all over again.
Regression Cycle 47 initiated. All previous memories retained. Warning: Heroine obsession levels detected at critical thresholds.
The familiar blue window hovered before my eyes, invisible to everyone else. I had seen it so many times that its cold, mechanical tone no longer brought comfort. Only exhaustion.
I turned away from the courtyard and began walking toward the central hall. The academy’s grand spires cast long shadows across the stone path, mirroring the darkness that had taken root inside me. Somewhere in this world, the heroines were already watching. Waiting. Hiding their endings behind smiles that promised both salvation and ruin.
And I, for the first time in countless lives, wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop them.
Because deep down, a part of me had begun to wonder if their obsessive love was the only thing keeping this broken world from collapsing entirely.
I loved you enough to destroy everything. Why won’t you let me keep you this time, Serion?
The voice—Vivian’s, or perhaps Saren’s—faded like smoke. I shook my head, forcing the memory back into the depths where it belonged. The heroines hid the ending for a reason. And I was finally ready to drag that reason into the light, no matter how much blood it cost.
This regression would not end in the same tragedy. Not if I could help it.
But as I stepped into the shadow of the academy’s towering gates, a chill ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the wind. Somewhere, I could feel their eyes on me. Loving. Possessive. Unforgiving.
The real game had only just begun.