VRMMO: My first Contractee is Yandere

Chapter 70 Bandit Hunt [2]

"Don't… don't abandon me… God! God, God, God, God, God… Without God, I… Ah, ah, ah…"

The enemy's unique skill was much "weaker" than I had imagined.

However, by combining their otherwise minor skills, they managed to create a significant disruption.

"Samurai, let's buy some time. Their level is low. If you and I hold them off, Liora should recover. They can't maintain this vision indefinitely."

???!?

Samurai extended her tendrils, and I sharpened my focus.

The remaining thieves.

The players allied with the thieves. And now, the resurrected Stark and his group.

"Three minutes, Samurai. If we can't hold for three minutes—"

—A full-scale defense battle had begun.

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I have nothing.

Being born was a mistake.

The other children are surrounded by their families and friends, and they all look so happy.

Their families and friends look so joyful as they watch over the children.

But.

But my family… only looks in pain. If I hadn't been born, my family wouldn't have had to give birth to a child like me, a monster… The world feels dark, like an endless night.

I was hit so many times.

Kicked so many times.

Thrown to the floor, drenched in water, beaten with sticks, and cursed at. The village's laws kept them from killing me, but I was little more than livestock—just barely kept alive.

That was my everyday life.

There was no escape.

A child like me would only die if I went outside. No, perhaps dying would've been better, but from a young age, it had been drilled into my soul: "Don't go outside."

Violence and abuse. "Don't go outside."

That was all I ever learned from my family.

Maybe, I wanted to die.

One day, my mother got sick. I was delighted. It wasn't because I felt triumphant.

If I could cure my mother… maybe I could finally smile too.

The smile that the other children wore so easily.

The smile I had never seen on my family's faces—or even my own. I thought this was my chance to finally see it.

Later, the gods told me this was a common psychological response.

Abused children often hide their parents' abuse.

There are many reasons for this, but in my case… I thought I could earn love. There's no such thing as unconditional love in this world, but if it were conditional, then maybe…

Such foolish thoughts.

But perhaps, on that day, I was ready to die.

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Thanks to the decision I made that day, I met God.

God is incredible.

He gave a powerless nobody like me the strength to kill anything and everything. The weak Liora that once was is no longer.

God spoke to me.

?Girl, can you hear me??

?Girl, do you desire power??

?Do you not wish for the strength to protect yourself from those foul creatures??

?It is too soon to give up. If you make a contract with me—you can be free.?

?With power, you may do as you please. Live as you wish. I will allow it.?

God's words were filled with more love than anything I had ever known.

Kind, warm—every word ignited my soul. It felt like a breath of new life had been blown into me, as if my entire miserable existence had been a lie.

If you have power, you can do whatever you want.

When I heard those words, I felt a shiver down my spine.

That's it.

The reason my family and the village could treat me however they wanted, could oppress me—it was because I was weak. The weak are taken from, destroyed, tormented, and ridiculed.

But if I become strong…

God gave me the answer. He even showed me how to obtain it. I love Him. In this world, only God saved me.

At that moment, I realized.

It wasn't that I wanted to be loved. I wanted to love someone from the bottom of my heart. Feel true devotion. I had never known such emotions, but they naturally surfaced within me.

God taught me that I, too, had those feelings.

God gives me everything.

He showed me that I wasn't a monster's child, but just a normal human being.

And so.

And so, I became afraid.

What if…

What if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if, what if…

—What if God abandons me?

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Samurai and I tried to buy time, but it was impossible.

Both Samurai and I specialize in crowd control. If they target Liora, who can't move, there's nothing we can do.

I prepared everything, but I have to admit, the enemy was better.

This match is Liora's loss.

However, Liora's defeat is not our defeat.

"The time for stalling is over. Samurai, guard Liora."

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"I'm done with this. I've been meaning to experience full-dive VR seriously."

This world feels far more alive than the boring reality outside. However, my values and those of the thieves are fundamentally incompatible.

They must be eliminated for my sake.

Above all else…

"Watching Liora cry and scream is… not fun."

And so.

I said.

"Die, you fools."

Trash talk is a gamer's habit.

I sighed, stopped floating around aimlessly, and muttered in resignation.

The air, the very space around us, began to pulse like a heartbeat. It was as if the world itself had been waiting for this moment.

"**Kamui…**"

I felt an overwhelming force of darkness.

It should only be mere data, yet it filled me with a sense of omnipotence, as if I truly possessed the power of a god.

As I wove my words, night spread around me.

The official cheat skill, granted to me by the system god—

"**Manifestation…**" The world was swallowed by darkness, and then—? Video Streamer Acid Method

The moment Zephyr muttered something, the world shifted.

It was just a game, and yet, a fierce sense of dread, as if I had touched a forbidden taboo, surged within me.

The cute, fluffy appearance of the dark spirit vanished—no, more accurately, it was erased. In its place, a massive, towering dark curtain appeared, looming over the spot where Zephyr once stood.

A strong sense of foreboding.

I wasn't participating in the battle. I didn't even have any contract NPCs. Since I wasn't in a fighting position, I couldn't lose, nor could I lose anything. I was simply a spirit drifting through the world, broadcasting what I saw and what I wanted to share.

And yet, my trembling wouldn't stop.

The dark curtain began to slowly open.

The being beyond the curtain was nothing more than data—at least it should have been!

But I was terrified.

Horrified beyond belief…

It felt like a real—evil god was about to emerge.

"Ah."

A new voice, one that hadn't been present before, echoed.

The curtain opened.

At that moment, a fog-like night poured out from behind it. And from within that night, *It* emerged, cutting through the darkness with its presence.

The moment I laid eyes on it, I instinctively muttered,

"Amane Roki…?"

There stood, no—there reigned a figure.

A figure that anyone, at least anyone with a basic level of education, would recognize.

A young man with beauty rivaling that of an elf.

Long, golden hair flowing down his back, and a perfectly balanced, melancholic expression… His looks were so surreal that even as a man, I couldn't help but sense his allure—this was no ordinary person.

Commonly referred to as the "Murdered Artist."

Referred to as the "World's Greatest Masterpiece."

Referred to as a "Madman."

He possessed the greatest talent in the field of art, and whenever he created a piece, it would be traded for millions. He was a monster who would use all the money he earned to create even more masterpieces… A true lunatic.

Most importantly,

He was a pitiful man who threw away his talent and allowed himself to become a cog in society out of some petty emotion.

There he was, Amane Roki, a true legend, as if he had stepped right out of the TV screen.

"Now I get it," I muttered in disbelief.

In this game, "Sugo", there were monsters known as "real-life cheats." Zephyr was considered one of them, especially known for handling the notoriously difficult skill [Create Dark]—a monstrous ability.

It was often said on the forums:

"Only Zephyr or Amane Roki could handle such a skill freely."

Seeing Amane Roki in person, I couldn't stop trembling. It wasn't the awe of seeing a famous person—it was the realization of the overwhelming difference in existence that those who had once challenged event raids had felt.

As I stood frozen, Amane Roki lightly shrugged his shoulders. His movements were simple, but every action was so refined it was like watching art in motion.

With each blink, his long eyelashes fluttered.

"I see. This body moves better than my real one. Is there anyone who can control it perfectly on their first try? Even I, with all my knowledge of muscle dynamics, took a while."

Casually, Amane Roki—Zephyr picked up a scythe.

Zephyr's lips moved as he turned towards Stark, who still couldn't move.

"[Create Dark]."

Instantly, darkness formed a complex house-like structure.

Stark, trapped inside, seemed desperate to escape. But the cruel reality wouldn't stop.

"Five."

Zephyr whispered the number, resting the scythe on his shoulder as he began to walk.

"Get him!" yelled the bandits.

"He's alone! We've got weapon skills over 50!"