The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses – Chapter 281

VIP Chapter 277: Sweet Dreams 3 (x) Reality (?)
He opened his eyes.
The warm afternoon sunlight, not dazzling, gently brushed past his eyes.
He saw the vibrating interior of a carriage.
Will felt his posture and realized he seemed to be lying in this carriage. So, he opened his eyes and looked up, directly at the carriage window.
As the carriage bounced up and down, the scenery outside the window slowly drifted by—
Such familiar scenery.
It was late autumn, and the apple trees by the river were just sprouting new buds, casting swaying reflections on the shimmering lake.
This road seemed deserted, with no noisy streets nearby.
Was this a “dream”?
He seemed to…
Seemed to be at “Treya’s wedding” just a moment ago.
He was almost married to Treya—no, he almost signed a contract with a demon.
So, where was he now?
Was it a dream? Or reality?
“Young Master, you look very tired. We’re almost there. You can rest a little longer.”
Iaar’s soft voice came from above his head.
Sunlight shone across her profile, and in his daze, he could only see half of Iaar’s face, unable to see the rest clearly.
The surroundings were unnaturally quiet.
The carriage traveling on this road also didn’t feel real—this was the road he took at the very beginning to go to the capital, and he had never returned since he left.
The Iaar sitting there also didn’t feel real. She looked mature, letting him rest his head on her lap, and her well-developed legs felt soft and yielding.
“Young Master, you haven’t had a good sleep in a very, very, very long time.”
“So… you look very sleepy.”
“Don’t worry, Iaar will handle everything.”
“Sleep, sleep, my dear Young Master Iaar—”
…
…………
He opened his eyes.
Before him was the most familiar place from the fourteen years before he was born into this world—the Hysterm Family estate.
Although he had opened his eyes, considering his “awakening” as the beginning, he knew…
He must be dreaming, right?
Like a final flicker of light before death.
Before being completely controlled by Treya’s dreamscape, he would have a sweet dream of his own.
“Because… how could I possibly be here…?”
He got out of bed and looked around in a daze.
This was the room he had lived in for over a decade, but the atmosphere…
Like in the previous “two dreams,” it was filled with a sense of “being in a story”…
If you finished reading a “story,” and were suddenly asked to imagine the “former residence” that was last mentioned three years ago, it would probably be like this.
The placement and positions of everything were unchanged, but it was as if a layer of aged filter had been added, making it look slightly older.
As before, this was the room mentioned only in passing in the original work, where he, a cannon fodder villain, used to live.
But…
It was the most important part of his early life—perhaps even most of his life.
The patterns on the bedsheets, the style of the quilt, even the teacups and decorations placed on the table were chosen according to his own preferences.
How the nightstand was arranged, how the desk was arranged, he had also personally set it up.
He pushed the door open.
It was silent.
This made him even more certain it was a dream—how could the Hysterm Family estate that existed in reality, his old home, ever be so quiet and empty?
It looked as if all the servants had been withdrawn from here.
It looked like a place where only one person lived forever.
…That was the dream.
Unless he was rescued by Iaar, the only person who knew where the estate was, and she managed to retreat with him, bringing him back to his former home…
Otherwise, how could he wake up from this bed?
So, that was indeed the “desperate” reality, the reality he could not escape—
Iaar did not arrive in time to rescue him.
He had not gambled and won whether Treya would let him go.
He had been stripped of his “personality” and “free will” by the blackening girl he himself had trained.
If he woke up from this dream…
Would he only have to face Treya and her Zero Demon City?
Will’s bare feet touched the ground; it was cool. He then noticed that the world he saw was a little “abnormal.”
He wasn’t wearing glasses, and the world before him…
Lacked a certain three-dimensionality. He seemed to have difficulty judging distances with his sight.
Rustle—
Then, he heard the sound of water.
From the end of the corridor, from a place where the light was particularly bright, came the sound of water.
“Water?”
He walked forward step by step. Perhaps his estimation of distance was inaccurate, and when he reached the end, he saw…
Iaar’s back, wearing a maid outfit.
She was squatting there, her erect wolf ears twitching, seemingly washing something. She was very focused, and didn’t react even when he approached.
Even stranger…
She seemed to be enveloped in a faint mist, between pink and purple, and he could only see this mist with his left eye.
Then—
Will heard her muttering words—
“Ques… Question twenty-one…”
“What are the best ways to express love?”
“Give him a passionate kiss.”
“Whisper sweet nothings to him.”
“Give him a tight hug.”
“Give him your all…”
She…
She was reciting “Blackening 300 Questions”?
From this moment on, Will suddenly felt something was wrong.
Because his memory wasn’t that good. He couldn’t remember the specific descriptions of each question in “Blackening 300 Questions,” even though he had written it himself.
He considered it remarkable to remember the questions and their order in this 50,000-word Q&A.
But…
The Iaar before him was reciting the questions and all the answers word for word.
“Ques… Question forty-one…”
“How should one spend their time after being separated for a long time?”
“Occupy all, all, all of his time.”
“Make him repeatedly regret leaving you.”
“Make him stick to you for the next few days.”
Dreams are the hardest to fabricate “reality”…
Could it be that…
Will took a slow step forward.
“Question forty-two.”
“When is the best time to confess your love?”
“Anytime!”
“As long as you feel it, boldly say ‘I love you’.”
“This is not a difficult phrase to say. Only by saying it enough will he feel it.”
“Also, remember to maintain the correct smile.”
After waking up, Will’s judgment of distance was a bit strange, so he stepped on a stone next to the pool.
Then…
His foot slipped.
He was falling, a short, instantaneous drop-but he didn’t wake up.
“Young Master?”
—This is not a dream.
Iaar caught his hand, supported his waist, and helped Will, who was about to fall, to stand up.
—This is different from before!
He saw from the corner of his eye that the dress Iaar was diligently washing was covered in blood, from red to almost black.
—This is not a dream at all!!
“Young Master, you’re awake. Did you sleep well? Iaar…”
—This is reality!!!
She clasped her hands together, holding them tightly between each other. Will felt an unusual warmth.
He looked at Iaar’s smile.
It was the smile he had dreamed of years ago.
The corners of her mouth were perfectly upturned, the corners of her eyes slightly raised, her gray eyes seemed to have a reddish undertone, and her entire face was naturally integrated.
“I love you very much.”
Yes.
Feeling Iaar’s body temperature and the familiar scent of the specialized half-beastman tail essential oil on her.
Will confirmed it again.
His long “nightmare” was over.
But he had entered…
A reality, which he couldn’t say for sure might not be more terrifying than the nightmare.