Happy Evil Heartbreaker [Modern LitRPG]

The gentle "Xanthia" in this simulated memory segment was clearly fabricated by the system, specifically loaded into the customized "Moonlight" template.

To extract more pain points, the system certainly "prescribed the right medicine," figuring out how to make her completely enter his heart. Every significant moment in life was meticulously arranged.

Sometimes, a person's despair isn't about perpetually dwelling in darkness but rather, just as they are about to embrace the light, falling back into darkness once more.

Those pain points—tsk tsk—those who understand, understand.

During his three years of high school, Dematero thoroughly disappointed teachers and his parents, who had given up on him. His classmates chose to distance themselves from him, leaving him isolated.

Except for Xanthia, the slender girl with whom he once briefly shared a desk—a friend he acknowledged—who never left his side. During his darkest and most confused moments, she was like the only ray of light.

Yet, he treated this acknowledged friend just like he did with Glen, deliberately showing extreme rejection and speaking in a venomous tongue.

He wished Xanthia, just like himself who chose to descend into darkness, would stay away from him—farther and farther! Couldn't she learn from Glen?

Clearly, she had a bright future ahead, with excellent grades and a gentle and kind personality—a happy girl full of positive energy.

Why would such a girl get involved with a waste like him, rolling around in the dust?

After some busybodies in class exposed his aspiration to become a writer and sought fame and success in writing, classmates looked at him with nothing but mockery. Occasionally, they whispered behind his back—

"Someone like Dematero, a trash, wants to become a writer?"

"The future great writer who scored zero on his essay? That's funny!"

"This academic failure wants to become more failure just because his grades are so bad, to escape reality."

"The stuff he writes is so negative, purely creating garbage. Can he really earn royalties?"

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No one believed he could pursue a career in writing.

Except Xanthia.

While he endured endless mockery and ridicule, she unwaveringly stood by his side, smiling and encouraging him. Even if the whole world trampled him into the dust, she was willing to lift him up, even if it dirtied her own hands.

The better she treated him, the worse his attitude became.

Even though he would turn around and write in his notebook—

That light shone on me, and my heart was bright for a long time.
Here, desolate with no growth, but after she came, miraculously, everything flourished. This is my heart.
I can't pinpoint exactly when or where, which expression of hers or which words touched me. By the time I realized it had already begun, I was deeply immersed.
I look at the moon, but I only see you.
I don't have clear memories of youth, just that every fragment has you.

Dematero's bad attitude evidently had a subtle influence on Xanthia.

Although she continued to stand by him, she was no longer the cheerful girl she once was. Her previously improving condition deteriorated, and her health worsened.

But he, being slow to notice, didn't perceive her changes because in his presence, she was always that gentle, happy, sunny girl who loved to smile.

She only wanted to show him her best side, to leave all her happiness with him.

Her grades also began to plummet rapidly. While Dematero pursued writing, she ventured into music, where her considerable talent led to smoother progress than his own destructive path.

She wanted to earn money for Dematero because he had decided not to even participate in the college entrance exams, opting instead to drop out of high school and pursue a career as a writer.

Of course, his actions were not approved by his parents. His attitude was too abhorrent, too rebellious, so his parents cut off his financial support. In this fabricated memory, he always made the worst choices.

He needed a buffer period to earn money through writing. At his lowest point, for survival's sake, he reluctantly had to accept her financial support.

However, unlike Xanthia supporting his writing, he couldn't accept her deviation from studying to pursue music. She even joined a band led by a scion of a financial conglomerate, taking on the role of lead vocalist. Wasn't she leaping into a fire pit herself?

His tone at the time was so harsh, his insults excessively venomous. He wanted to harshly scold her, even though she was clearly a good student. Why was she neglecting her studies like this?

If he chose to fall into degradation alone, why did she insist on accompanying him as his "accomplice"?

Was she sick? Couldn't she just stay far away?

Dematero dropped out of high school without completing it, determined to write a "masterpiece" to prove himself.

Then, one day, he impulsively attended one of Xanthia's live performances and discovered that within her frail body lay tremendous energy. She seemed to be constantly burning herself up!

Indeed, she was singing her own original pop-rock song titled "Endless Summer"—

"I've crossed deserts for miles~
Swam water for time~
Searching places to find~
A piece of something to call mine (I'm coming)~
A piece of something to call mine (I'm coming home)~"

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Dematero felt at that moment that she was dazzling. This song completely echoed his inner voice— a piece of something to call mine!

He was determined to rebel to the end, to prove that he could rely on writing to carve out his own sky!

At this moment, he seemed to realize that she had grown out her flowing hair. On stage, she was exquisite in appearance, beautiful to the extreme, having already broken free from her cocoon.

It was that excessively handsome guitarist who made Dematero feel uncomfortable. The guitarist's gaze towards Xanthia was blatantly admiring, evidently conquered by her beauty, her talent, her singing...

Dematero knew who this guy was. His name was Santos El Zanthos, and this band was something he had spent a lot of money putting together. Ironically, the contract he offered Xanthia was extremely lenient, clearly harboring ulterior motives!

A panic and jealousy he had never experienced before surged through Dematero's heart!

He had grown accustomed to Xanthia's care, even her indulgence to an extreme degree as a "friend" who always stood by his side through all his youth memories—she was always there!

But one day, she would become someone else's girlfriend, maybe even a wife...

As for himself, he had never thought about such things. He was currently relying on her money to survive. How could he dare to fantasize about becoming her boyfriend?

This was the classic thinking of a literary youth—both proud and self-deprecating, cowardly like a dog when it mattered.

Santos's presence was tolerable, but what truly caused Dematero's mentality to collapse instantly, generating a large amount of pain points, was—

After Xanthia's performance ended, a man even more dazzling and radiant appeared on stage. His eyes held tenderness and affection as he affectionately tousled her hair...

And Xanthia responded with a warm smile.

Of course, Dematero recognized this man!

His name was Dionysius El Papadopoulos!

The pain... it was unbearable!!!