Villainess wants to stay together

What do you do when you find yourself without any goals to achieve? When there's no one by your side, and life seems devoid of purpose? It's easy for others to suggest ignoring the negativity, focusing on creating a purpose and working hard towards it. However, reality often proves to be more challenging than expected, and personal experiences can lead to a complete disconnection from the world, enclosing oneself in a metaphorical cube.

This is the story of our protagonist, who had become a shut-in, someone the world had lost hope in, and regarded as a burden. But now, he finds himself freed from that situation, standing on the precipice of death.

Rain pours down heavily, as a figure dangles precariously on a fence. His legs flail in the air, impaled by a sharp metal rod that pierces through his stomach, his body covered in blood.

Struggling for breath, he musters the strength to utter a few words, but they escape his lips with great difficulty. Every ounce of energy has been drained from his body, making even the act of breathing a tough task.

Even in death, he thinks, his mind is still preoccupied with trivial matters." Can't I at least have a moment to destroy my computer?"

Even on the brink of death, his thoughts wander. And just like that, he succumbs to his injuries and passes away.

But in that moment of death, a faint light emanates from his body—a river of luminous particles resembling a swarm of light bees. The ethereal light ascends, drawn towards the created black hole that engulfs it.

* * * * *

The scene shifts to a different realm, illuminated by the moon's radiant glow. The moon in this world appears larger and brighter than its earthly counterpart. In the moonlight's embrace, a white fountain stands, casting a captivating shimmer.

A young boy awakens, his eyes still closed, feeling an absence of breath. As he opens his eyes, he realizes he is submerged in the fountain's waters, struggling to breathe.

"Aww!" he exclaims, promptly emerging from the water. He shakes his head, showering water droplets in all directions, and takes stock of his surroundings. Lush greenery and a grand mansion dominate the landscape before him.

"Ha ha ha!" he chuckles nervously, his breathing gradually returning to normal. Surveying his unfamiliar surroundings, he finds himself alone, accompanied only by the only sound of owls and crickets.

"Where am I? Wasn't I supposed to be dead?" he wonders aloud, grappling with confusion. Lost in his thoughts, he inadvertently gazes downward, discovering the vision of another boy staring back at him.

The boy's fiery red eyes and vibrant blond hair, reminiscent of a rainbow, captivate him. His well-defined facial features and fair complexion lend an air of allure, while his eyes shimmer brightly in the moonlight.

Stunned, the young boy recognizes the face before him—the face of a character he knows intimately. Reluctant to accept this astonishing realization, he remains frozen in place, unable to move.

"No...?" he mutters in disbelief. However, his doubts vanish as he looks down at his hands—soft and fair—confirming his transmigration into a game.

Overwhelmed by the revelation, he remains rooted to the spot, contemplating his next move. Drenched from his earlier encounter with the fountain, he ponders his circumstances.

"Judging by my appearance, I must be around ten years old. If the story follows a typical academic setting, I have at least six years before the main events commence," he calculates.

Lost in thought, a voice calls from behind, belonging to a man. "Young master!" the man exclaims, approaching the boy. Clad in modest attire, he bears the appearance of a commoner—neither attractive nor unappealing, simply average.

"Young master, there you are! Everyone has been searching for you," the man informs anxiously. He awaits a response but receives nothing more than silence as the boy observes him intently.

Growing impatient, the man grasps the boy's hand firmly and begins leading him somewhere. "Let's go, young master. The Lord is waiting for you."

And so, they make their way to the mansion's main gate, entering amidst the bustling activity of people. Each person they encounter exclaims, "Young master!" as they pass by.

Approaching the boy, a beautiful maid with long black hair and dark eyes, appearing to be in her early twenties, expresses her relief. "Young master, where have you been? Lord and Lady were worried sick."

Grateful for the maid's diligence, the boy responds with a heartfelt, "Thank you, Peter, for finding the young master. Now you can leave him in my care, and I will take over from here.

She said those words to a man who had brought me to that place.

She tightly held my hand, making sure I wouldn't try to run away. The man's name was Peter, and after she spoke, he bid me farewell, disappearing from sight. I looked at her, filled with terror, and noticed a hint of anger in her expression.

"Alright, young master, let's go!" she exclaimed.

She started walking at a fast pace, much faster than I could keep up with on my small legs. Despite my struggle to keep up, she didn't slow down, and we encountered several people along the way, but she didn't stop.

Confused and unsure of what was happening, I decided to remain silent for the time being.

We climbed a set of stairs and continued walking until we reached the main gate of a massive hall. The size of the mansion was comparable to that of a complex mall. She opened the gate and led me inside.

"Lord! We have found the young master!" she announced.

As we entered the mansion, my eyes fell upon two individuals who exuded beauty and were adorned in expensive attire. I was certain they were my parents in this world.

"Julius!! Where have you been? Your mother was so worried!" the man exclaimed. He had blond hair, albeit darker than mine, and his eyes were red, much like mine. He appeared to be quite young, around 25 to 30 years old.

We found ourselves in a magnificent dining hall, brightly lit by lamps adorning the walls. The room was opulent, with a long table, gold-designed walls with pillars, and a plush red carpet.

He pointed at a woman sitting on a chair, her face concealed as she looked down. She, too, was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Now, go apologize to her," he instructed, pushing me toward her.

I obediently stood by her side, where she was seated. She was wearing an elegant, expensive-looking long dress. She spoke while still looking down, her voice tinged with the hint of anger.

"Where were you?"

Sensing her distress, I remained silent, unsure of what to say or do.

"If you don't want your birthday ceremony, so be it, but don't make us worry," she added.

Confused about what transpired, I simply apologized to her.

"I'm sorry," I uttered.

In that moment, she turned her head swiftly, surprised by my sudden apology. Taken aback by her quick movement, I stumbled and fell to the ground.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, with green eyes, blond hair like mine, and an overall lovely appearance. She appeared to be around 20 to 25 years old.

"Wow, dear, our son has learned to apologize?!" my father remarked, joining her side and placing his hand on her shoulder.

"I am equally surprised. Let me check if you're sick," she said, taking hold of my hand and helping me up. After examining me, she concluded, "You're not sick."

She continued to gaze at me in silence, without saying a word. Eventually, my father broke the silence.

"Alright, now that we've found Julius, it's very late. Let's talk tomorrow. Sophi, take Julius to his room," he instructed the maid named Sophi.

Sophi escorted me to my luxurious room, where I sat on the bed and began contemplating the future.

* * * * *

In a grand mansion, a young girl lay trembling on a bed, her hands covering her ears. It seemed she was having trouble sleeping.

"Who is talking in my head?" she whispered.

Little did she know that the connection she felt was the beginning of a profound connection in this fantasy world. From that moment on, both individuals would embark on a much more dangerous path, with their destinies intertwined in ways only the divine could predict.