Happy Evil Heartbreaker [Modern LitRPG]

Under Glen's personal guidance, Xanthia arrived at the lowest strata of the observation platform on the west side of the school's main playground. Just a few steps up, she encountered Dematero, who was deep in his solitary melancholy.

The main playground at this time was bustling with many students running around and playing football, creating quite a noisy scene.

On this half-day break afternoon of the weekend, they could play football to their heart's content in one go, unlike during physical education or other classes where they often felt unsatisfied and class ended too soon.

Among the football enthusiasts of Class Three, Sunny was deeply involved at this moment, and of course, he dragged his buddy Makarios, also known as "Fatty Makarios," along with him.

Makarios wasn't particularly fond of sports, but there was one position on the football field that suited him perfectly—that of goalkeeper.

He merely posed as a goalkeeper, often leaning against the goalpost playing with his phone. Consequently, he was frequently embarrassed by opponents scoring goals with spectacular long shots.

However, since it wasn't a formal match, everyone just laughed it off.

As for Sunny, a skilled dribbler, he naturally played as a forward. Unfortunately, his finishing was atrocious—his ball control was too sticky, often dribbling himself into a corner or missing shots entirely.

Those who played with him for the first time were often amazed by his dribbling skills and ball sense, but after playing with him more, they realized he was too selfish, almost like a black hole on the field. Once the ball was at his feet, it rarely left without a shot. He justified this confidently, claiming that since others couldn't hold onto the ball, it was better for him to handle it himself!

It could only be said that Sunny's possessiveness over "football treasures" was exceedingly strong.

"Dematero is up there; I won't go over," Glen said to Xanthia. "As his best friend, I know him too well. I feel like whatever I do, I can't lift his spirits."

Compared to the sensitive Dematero, Glen was exceedingly rational and clear-headed.

He liked philosophy and even had a telescope at home, enjoying stargazing as a hobby, with no interest whatsoever in the loves and passions of the world—according to him, what people called love was just reproductive instinct.

Love's essence was the surrender of free will.

Thus, he truly couldn't empathize with Dematero over matters of "heartbreak," unable even to consider things from another perspective. Even if he offered comfort, it would only be lip service.

His sorrow and joy were completely incompatible with Dematero's.

"So can I make him feel better?" Xanthia asked in return.

"After all, you're a girl; your thoughts are generally more delicate. You're better than Elena in every way. Take advantage of this opportunity to do something and completely erase his misguided feelings," Glen said casually, adjusting his glasses.

"In matters of emotions, there isn't really a right or wrong," Xanthia corrected.

"But how can there be no right or wrong? Elena isn't the kind of girl who can be won over just by sincere effort. So liking her is simply a mistake."

"But I'm not that different from Elena, am I? Are you trying to move him from one mistake to another?" Xanthia even felt that she was harder to handle than Elena; she was a pure player, a person of enjoyment. For the sake of always having the "Wisdom Root" attribute, she would never be moved.

Wise people didn't fall in love, after all.

But for those who worshipped her as a goddess, it was a blessing, for they never had to worry about the goddess falling from her pedestal and being snatched away.

Glen was speechless, realizing that perhaps girls were indeed unable to be moved by sincere efforts. The love between men and women was truly terrifying, akin to a dark forest. He should stick to studying philosophy and slip away.

"Anyway, I'm counting on you," he dropped the words and chose to leave.

Nevertheless, deep down, he still believed that Xanthia was different from Elena. She was clearly a unique girl; others couldn't help Dematero out of his hell, but perhaps she could find a way to heal him.

Glen approached this situation with a "trying everything even if it's a long shot" mentality when asking for Xanthia's help.

Yet, he remained pessimistic because he understood Dematero too well. He feared that from now on, Dematero might be utterly dejected and waste away his entire three years of high school.

Truly, one should not underestimate the blow of a failed first love on a high school freshman just beginning to experience love.

Indeed, time would heal emotional wounds, but the time that should have been spent on studies would also be completely wasted. The brightness of a person's future would be lost.

Only after truly maturing would a youth understand that there were plenty of good girls in the world. Why insist on hanging oneself on a single tree? Don't squander good girls, don't waste time on bad ones.

And as long as a man had a successful career with various accolades, he would never lack women who actively pursued him.

Ultimately, personal strength was the most important. Women didn't need to pursue earnestly with their hearts bowed down.

In this era, most women are becoming gold diggers, whether they are aware of it or not!

Glen understood this much.

 

Meanwhile, at this moment, Dematero had completely darkened.

Initially, he had resolved to study diligently, improve his grades, and prove himself again in the upcoming midterms. He naively believed that if he maintained good grades, he would be "worthy" of Elena.

But Elena told him he couldn't give her a sense of security.

What exactly was a sense of security? He truly didn't understand!

Was it money, or perhaps power?

Who, during their high school days of clandestine romances, would consider such things?

In his darkened state, Dematero felt his academic achievements were meaningless. What was the point of being a top student when he was already fed up with it?

He decided to pour all his time and energy into writing because only words would never betray him.

Xanthia, seeing Dematero in this state, was deeply alarmed. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had silently shed tears, and his gaze was filled with utter desolation... He silently gazed into the distance, like an lifeless statue.

He really need to change for the better.

The former Dematero had been a boy who could bring warmth to others. He was handsome, gentle in temperament, kind-hearted, and had a good sense of measure in his actions. He was also very gentle with girls, making him extremely pleasant to be around.

When he was seated next to Xanthia, he always stood by her side, ready to defend her against any criticism.

He inadvertently provided Xanthia with quite a bit of "pain value" as a rather decent "summoned beast."

"Dematero, what are you doing here?" Xanthia greeted him proactively.

Dematero didn't reply, showing no reaction at all. Right now, he didn't want to talk to anyone; he had completely withdrawn into darkness, sealing off his inner self.

Xanthia now understood why Dionysius had felt so helpless with the original body. They truly couldn't communicate at all.

"Dematero, I've learned to play the ukulele these days. Now, let me sing you a song 'Accidentally In Love.' I happened to have it with me," Xanthia said, pretending on the surface to want to "heal" him with her singing. In reality, through music as a medium, she finally employed the tactic of "fighting poison with poison" on Dematero, using that disposable item—the simulated rebirth memory.

Before the system confirmed her use of this item on Dematero, she could roughly set her own "character setting" in this rebirth memory segment. For example, she could act as a passerby or even an enemy, specifically tormenting him in false memories to extract pain points.

However, she didn't dwell on it. To complete the final task progress of "Moonlight Battle," she set her own character as —Moonlight.

Then, the system's ingenious operation came into play. What kind of Moonlight was the perfect Moonlight?

Of course, it was one that had died!

So, in the false future memory segment that Dematero was about to accept, Xanthia, who would always treat him gently as "Moonlight," met her end during her most brilliant years...

With such an operation, how could the pain value not explode?

It turned out that the strength of this disposable item lay precisely here!

Dematero was about to be hit hard with a jackpot of pain coins again!

His first task upon "rebirth" would probably be to "save" Xanthia from her "tragic fate." How could he have the heart to dwell on the heartbreak of his first love with crickets after that?

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