Chapter 8: QAQ, I’m about to be bullied!

“You brought me manga.”

“Some anonymous flowers.”

“You’re not here today either?”

…

Soft humming floated through the air.

The girl sang quietly as she finished all the housework Hoshiori Tsukiyo hadn’t had time to do.

Washing clothes → hanging them → making the bed → tidying the messy rooms. She even went downstairs to pick up a delivery.

Because of the new “blind” debuff on her status bar, chores that used to take an hour now took Someya Sara over two hours to barely complete.

『Baby, you really don’t have to do any of this. Hoshiori Tsukiyo will handle it when she gets home tonight.』
Xiao Nuosang felt its host didn’t need to go through the trouble.

“But she must be so tired when she gets back…”

Holding the package in her right arm, Someya Sara carefully climbed the stairs while gripping the railing, answering softly.
“She has practice all week and works weekends too. I don’t have anything else to do right now, so helping with simple chores is fine.”

Her tone was bright and sincere. In the late-summer evening light, her misty blue eyes looked especially clear and pure.

『But baby, you can’t see. This is way too hard for you.』

“It’s okay. Practice makes perfect.”

Xiao Nuosang had almost said, “You don’t have to. Next world you won’t be blind anymore,” but seeing how sweet and thoughtful its host was, it couldn’t help feeling heartbroken.

Its previous hosts had either complained that it could only pick pathetic cannon-fodder tasks with sickly bodies, or cowered in fear the moment the worlds’ natives bullied them. Only Someya Sara adapted perfectly to every single world.

But…

That probably meant she hadn’t been happy at all on the Blue Planet, right?

Xiao Nuosang used to think “good child of the gods” just meant gentle, kind, mature, and sensible.

Only after meeting this clueless, pitiful, childish, clumsy girl—who had been bullied by so many people yet still stumbled her way into growing up—did it truly understand.

She never turned into someone who said, “It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s the world.”
She stayed gentle and kind, living kindly in a world that wasn’t kind to her.

Xiao Nuosang made up its mind: it couldn’t let its host suffer anymore.
『Baby, don’t worry. This time I’m giving 100—no, 90 percent effort! No slacking!』

Someya Sara had no idea what was going through Xiao Nuosang’s head.
“Uh… okay?”

Climbing stairs was genuinely hard for a blind person. Luckily Xiao Nuosang guided her so she didn’t fall.

If…

If what Jakui Rinrincho said was true—if her eyes could really be cured, that would be the best thing ever.

Someya Sara thought quietly.

She didn’t want to be blind forever.

She wanted to heal her eyes and see what the games, anime, and novels of this world really looked like.

.

Click—

The moment Someya Sara opened the door with her key, she knew something was wrong.

The living room was dark—only a sliver of red sunset light remained. The lights were off…

But she hadn’t turned them off when she left!

Her eyes weren’t completely blind. At first she had been totally sightless, but later some light perception returned. She had never told anyone—not even Hoshiori Tsukiyo.

That was actually one of the game’s trigger points: when Hoshiori Tsukiyo and Jakui Rinrincho did CG scenes right in front of Someya Sara, they thought she couldn’t see anything, so they went all out. But the original host could actually see a little. Of course, that was a story for later…

Right now, besides the strange lighting, Someya Sara sharply sensed something else: there were people in the room, and they were watching her.

From her hair down to her toes, then slowly back up again—curious, amused, staring hard.

Thump…

Her heart lurched.

A small animal’s keen instinct made the girl clutch her skirt in panic.

Who… who was it?

Hoshiori Tsukiyo was at work. There shouldn’t be anyone home.

C-could it be that Jakui Rinrincho already found out it was her and sent people to get revenge?

Someya Sara was panicking so hard she frantically poked the system.
“X-Xiao… Xiao Nuosang, w-what do we do now?!”

Hearing its host on the verge of tears, Xiao Nuosang still had to face reality.
『Two very dangerous-looking people just showed up.』

Someya Sara: Save me QAQ!

Worried its host didn’t grasp the severity, Xiao Nuosang kindly spent 10 points to share the system view.

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Instantly, the blurry color blobs in Someya Sara’s vision sharpened.

She finally saw clearly.

On the sofa not far away, a woman in a creamy-white T-shirt lounged lazily. Blue-gray dyed pixie cut fell neatly to her shoulders. Sharp, heroic features, thick black lashes, upturned eyes, and vibrant light-green irises made her look exactly like a knight girl from an anime.

Only…

Unlike those loser knights who only said “Guh, kill me,”
she was sprawled casually—one leg bent and propped on the sofa edge, the other carelessly resting on the glass coffee table.

Oh, and—

A baroque-style ornate amber pendant and silver cross necklace hung at her chest. Both ears were pierced with pretty diamond studs, and her wrists were stacked with gaudy bracelets. That nightmarish clash of accessories somehow looked perfectly harmonious on her, as if she was born to be this wild, this flamboyant.

Someya Sara couldn’t help but click her tongue inwardly. No wonder the system said two dangerous people—this presence was overwhelming. Even with shared vision she barely dared to look.

Wait…

There’s still one more person?

『Baby, look behind you.』

Someya Sara jolted, blood freezing, spine chilling, every nerve snapping taut. This must be what guilt felt like—afraid a ghost would knock at midnight.

A moment later, she shifted the system view backward.

Someone was leaning against the entranceway, only a step or two away. In other words, Someya Sara had brushed right past her when she walked in.

Unlike the wild, flashy woman in the living room, this one looked cold and aloof—like an elite from high society. But only at first glance. If you looked closer, her skin beneath the fitted Yamamoto-style black coat was sickly pale, almost icy.

Behind gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of narrow peach-blossom eyes seemed to smile yet not smile, looking affectionate and seductive, but those blood-red irises held no warmth at all—just thin ice over flowing water, hiding a sharp chill beneath.

Someya Sara: …

It’s over!!!

She couldn’t even handle one—now there were two.

Xiao Nuosang fell silent for a moment before speaking.

『The visual-kei one on the sofa loaded with subculture vibes is Kanzaki Sumire. The one in the black coat who looks cold and refined is Jakui Rinrincho. So… baby, do you still think you can take responsibility for slandering them?』