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He had regressed.

Logan looked around the auditorium again, and the familiar faces confirmed it.

He had actually gone back to the beginning.

A grin almost spread across his face before he quickly suppressed it.

He had wished for another chance while dying.

Somehow, he had actually gotten one.

And this time, things would be different.

"All right, we don’t have much time for this event, so I’ll skip the long speech," Mr. Kai said from the stage. "You’ve all gone through an awakening before. You already know what to do."

He gestured toward the first personMaybe this js actually the end.

Logan lay on the floor with almost half his guts outside his body.

He should have known it was over, yet some pathetic part of him still hoped they would come for him.

Instead, the four heroines rushed straight toward Andrew.

The protagonist had been knocked unconscious, but compared to Logan, his injuries were almost laughable. Logan was bleeding out on the cave floor with his stomach torn open, probably taking his final breaths.

Yet Andrew was still their first concern.

Logan forced himself to cry for help.

All that escaped his throat was a broken, painful groan.

A few moments earlier, the necromancer had launched one final attack before dying. The blast had caught everyone by surprise, and Logan, without even thinking, had thrown himself in front of the heroines.

He had taken the full force of it.

Now his intestines were spilling onto the cave floor.

And the women he had nearly died protecting were gathered around another man.

The realization hurt almost as much as the wound.

Not after everything he had done for them.

Surely, they couldn’t just leave him here.

His groan finally caught their attention.

The four heroines turned toward him, and for a moment, hesitation appeared on their faces. One of them even started moving toward him.

Then the entire dungeon trembled.

Cracks spread across the ceiling as pieces of stone crashed onto the floor.

The heroines froze.

They looked at Logan.

Then at Andrew.

Another violent tremor ran through the dungeon.

"We don’t have time," Amber said. "Get Andrew up. We’ll come back for Logan."

Those words hit harder than Logan expected.

Again.

It was Andrew again.

Logan could literally see his own intestines, yet somehow the unconscious man with comparatively minor injuries was the one they needed to save first.

More debris crashed around them.

There was no longer time to hesitate.

The heroines grabbed Andrew and hurried toward the exit.

"Don’t worry, we’ll come back for you. I promise!" one of them shouted before disappearing from sight.

Logan remained on the dungeon floor.

He waited.

And waited.

Every second made the truth harder to deny.

They weren’t coming back.

"Fuck..."

Even speaking hurt.

Regret slowly replaced the hope he had been clinging to.

Before being reincarnated into this world, Logan had been an ordinary college student living from hand to mouth.

And this novel?

He had been obsessed with it.

More specifically, he had been obsessed with its heroines.

The guy had literally drawn pictures of them and pasted them on his walls.

Cringe?

Absolutely.

But he had still done it.

So when a robbery gone wrong killed him and he woke up inside the very novel he had nearly gone bankrupt supporting, Logan had thought he’d hit the jackpot.

Especially after discovering that he had arrived before most of the important events in the story.

He knew what would happen.

He knew where opportunities would appear.

More importantly, he knew everything about the heroines.

So naturally, he had convinced himself that he could steal them from Andrew.

And Logan had gone all in.

Way too far, if he was being truthful.

He had stolen glances under their skirts whenever he had the chance. He had deliberately brushed against one heroine’s ass before going home and sniffing the same hand like some kind of fucking treasure.

Looking back at it now...

What the hell had been wrong with him?

But it hadn’t stopped there.

Because Logan knew the plot, he had constantly gone out of his way to help them.

Challenges that should have been difficult became much easier because Logan already knew what was coming. He warned them about dangers, helped them find opportunities, and interfered with events whenever he thought it would earn him a few points.

In his mind, it was working.

Little by little, he thought he was stealing the protagonist’s harem.

Now he was lying alone in a collapsing dungeon while they carried Andrew to safety.

That was one hell of a reality check.

No matter how much he had done for them, when it truly mattered, they had chosen Andrew.

And no one came back.

Another piece of the ceiling crashed nearby.

Logan barely reacted.

His vision was already darkening.

If he somehow got another chance, he wouldn’t waste it chasing after women who would abandon him the moment Andrew needed them.

Fuck the heroines.

Fuck Andrew.

He would live for himself.

That was the last thought Logan managed before everything went black.

Voices.

Logan could hear voices.

His eyes snapped open.

Instead of a collapsing dungeon, he found himself sitting in a massive auditorium surrounded by hundreds of people.

For several seconds, he simply stared.

There was no blood.

No unbearable pain.

No hole in his stomach.

He slowly looked down at himself before raising his head toward the stage.

Mr. Kai stood there testing the microphone.

Logan knew this place.

He knew this day.

This was the second awakening ceremony.

The same ceremony he had attended months ago.

His eyes widened.

There was no fucking way.

He had regressed.

Logan looked around the auditorium again, and the familiar faces confirmed it.

He had actually gone back to the beginning.

A grin almost spread across his face before he quickly suppressed it.

He had wished for another chance while dying.

Somehow, he had actually gotten one.

And this time, things would be different.

"All right, we don’t have much time for this event, so I’ll skip the long speech," Mr. Kai said from the stage. "You’ve all gone through an awakening before. You already know what to do."

He gestured toward the first person.

"Come up."

.

"Come up."

He had regressed.

Logan looked around the auditorium again, and the familiar faces confirmed it.

He had actually gone back to the beginning.

A grin almost spread across his face before he quickly suppressed it.

He had wished for another chance while dying.

Somehow, he had actually gotten one.

And this time, things would be different.

"All right, we don’t have much time for this event, so I’ll skip the long speech," Mr. Kai said from the stage. "You’ve all gone through an awakening before. You already know what to do."

He gestured toward the first personMaybe this js actually the end.

Logan lay on the floor with almost half his guts outside his body.

He should have known it was over, yet some pathetic part of him still hoped they would come for him.

Instead, the four heroines rushed straight toward Andrew.

The protagonist had been knocked unconscious, but compared to Logan, his injuries were almost laughable. Logan was bleeding out on the cave floor with his stomach torn open, probably taking his final breaths.

Yet Andrew was still their first concern.

Logan forced himself to cry for help.

All that escaped his throat was a broken, painful groan.

A few moments earlier, the necromancer had launched one final attack before dying. The blast had caught everyone by surprise, and Logan, without even thinking, had thrown himself in front of the heroines.

He had taken the full force of it.

Now his intestines were spilling onto the cave floor.

And the women he had nearly died protecting were gathered around another man.

The realization hurt almost as much as the wound.

Not after everything he had done for them.

Surely, they couldn’t just leave him here.

His groan finally caught their attention.

The four heroines turned toward him, and for a moment, hesitation appeared on their faces. One of them even started moving toward him.

Then the entire dungeon trembled.

Cracks spread across the ceiling as pieces of stone crashed onto the floor.

The heroines froze.

They looked at Logan.

Then at Andrew.

Another violent tremor ran through the dungeon.

"We don’t have time," Amber said. "Get Andrew up. We’ll come back for Logan."

Those words hit harder than Logan expected.

Again.

It was Andrew again.

Logan could literally see his own intestines, yet somehow the unconscious man with comparatively minor injuries was the one they needed to save first.

More debris crashed around them.

There was no longer time to hesitate.

The heroines grabbed Andrew and hurried toward the exit.

"Don’t worry, we’ll come back for you. I promise!" one of them shouted before disappearing from sight.

Logan remained on the dungeon floor.

He waited.

And waited.

Every second made the truth harder to deny.

They weren’t coming back.

"Fuck..."

Even speaking hurt.

Regret slowly replaced the hope he had been clinging to.

Before being reincarnated into this world, Logan had been an ordinary college student living from hand to mouth.

And this novel?

He had been obsessed with it.

More specifically, he had been obsessed with its heroines.

The guy had literally drawn pictures of them and pasted them on his walls.

Cringe?

Absolutely.

But he had still done it.

So when a robbery gone wrong killed him and he woke up inside the very novel he had nearly gone bankrupt supporting, Logan had thought he’d hit the jackpot.

Especially after discovering that he had arrived before most of the important events in the story.

He knew what would happen.

He knew where opportunities would appear.

More importantly, he knew everything about the heroines.

So naturally, he had convinced himself that he could steal them from Andrew.

And Logan had gone all in.

Way too far, if he was being truthful.

He had stolen glances under their skirts whenever he had the chance. He had deliberately brushed against one heroine’s ass before going home and sniffing the same hand like some kind of fucking treasure.

Looking back at it now...

What the hell had been wrong with him?

But it hadn’t stopped there.

Because Logan knew the plot, he had constantly gone out of his way to help them.

Challenges that should have been difficult became much easier because Logan already knew what was coming. He warned them about dangers, helped them find opportunities, and interfered with events whenever he thought it would earn him a few points.

In his mind, it was working.

Little by little, he thought he was stealing the protagonist’s harem.

Now he was lying alone in a collapsing dungeon while they carried Andrew to safety.

That was one hell of a reality check.

No matter how much he had done for them, when it truly mattered, they had chosen Andrew.

And no one came back.

Another piece of the ceiling crashed nearby.

Logan barely reacted.

His vision was already darkening.

If he somehow got another chance, he wouldn’t waste it chasing after women who would abandon him the moment Andrew needed them.

Fuck the heroines.

Fuck Andrew.

He would live for himself.

That was the last thought Logan managed before everything went black.

Voices.

Logan could hear voices.

His eyes snapped open.

Instead of a collapsing dungeon, he found himself sitting in a massive auditorium surrounded by hundreds of people.

For several seconds, he simply stared.

There was no blood.

No unbearable pain.

No hole in his stomach.

He slowly looked down at himself before raising his head toward the stage.

Mr. Kai stood there testing the microphone.

Logan knew this place.

He knew this day.

This was the second awakening ceremony.

The same ceremony he had attended months ago.

His eyes widened.

There was no fucking way.

He had regressed.

Logan looked around the auditorium again, and the familiar faces confirmed it.

He had actually gone back to the beginning.

A grin almost spread across his face before he quickly suppressed it.

He had wished for another chance while dying.

Somehow, he had actually gotten one.

And this time, things would be different.

"All right, we don’t have much time for this event, so I’ll skip the long speech," Mr. Kai said from the stage. "You’ve all gone through an awakening before. You already know what to do."

He gestured toward the first person.

"Come up."

.

"Come up."

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