I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 1 My Soon-To-Be Girlfriend Is Dead [1]

Novel: I Am The Game's Villain Author: NihilRuler Updated: Jun 03, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 1 My Soon-To-Be Girlfriend Is Dead [1] from I Am The Game's Villain, a Action novel by NihilRuler.

How much ti has it been since that day?

I tried to rember with my dizzy mind but it was difficult.

I should have rembered the day of my girlfriend's–no, my soon-to-be girlfriend's death but I couldn't. Any woman would probably have despised if they learned that I had forgotten sothing that important.

I let out a breath and smoke ca out at contact with the cold air. I was currently walking in the beautiful streets of Paris aimlessly. I was not living in Paris but I ca here with my soon-to-be girlfriend and other friends. I was the one proposing to go to Paris.

One would wonder who would go to Paris in winter but I had a plan. I wanted to confess to her in the city of love at the summit of the Eiffel tower. It might sound childish, cringe, embarrassing or whatever, but it was my way to express how much I loved her.

Ah.

I think it will be around a week since her death.

I should have already left for London, where I live, but I was still stuck in the city of love. I had no family, so nobody would worry about anyway. My only family might have been that girl, but she is dead now…

What a shitty life I was living.

My parents and my younger sister died in a car accident when I was just seventeen. Since then, I have lived thanks to my parents' life assurance. I lived, but for it was just hell. I had no one to care about.

I had always been soone jovial, but since my family's death, I had beco a true introvert and I liked it truthfully. I felt peaceful being alone. I could understand how the introvert I t before felt alone.

After that, I started to study IT at a school that specialized in it. It has been nearly four years since I have been studying in it, as I am now 22. As an introvert, I should have stayed alone during those four years, but no. She hadn't let live like that. I am, of course, speaking of the woman I have loved the most in my life.

She struck the conversation with when we had to do a project for two. By hazard, I was with her, probably the most beautiful girl I've ever t. At first, I was timid but she sohow got through . For four years, I talked to her, I learned about her and I fell for her.

But now it's over.

I entered a nearby bakery and waited in line. On my turn, I gave the baker two euros, the money in Europe.

"Two baguettes, please."

"Of course, sir."

She smiled professionally and soon handed two baguettes.

"Thanks a lot."

"My pleasure."

She answered in English with her French accent. It was cute. Now that I glanced at her, she was beautiful. Should I try sothing?

No.

I shook my head at my foolish thought.

I had to et my friend before that.

…and I forgot that I was an introvert.

Moreover, I had an average appearance, so I didn't think that a French beauty would be interested in . It's still a wonder to how she fell for because, yes, I knew she was in love with before her death. Her brother told after all.

'She's also in you bro!'

When her brother, my friend, said that to , I had reached the apex of happiness. I can still rember staring at the sky with a twisted happy expression. I started to imagine fantasies about having dates with her, the first-night, having children, raising them.

Reminiscing about that, I took a bite of the baguette.

"Delicious."

As expected, in France, the baguettes were perfect.

People strolling on the sa pavent as smiled a little seeing hungrily munching down the baguette in that wintery weather. Indeed, the warm baguette was now already cold but I was hungry, very hungry.

I looked at my watch and exhaled.

[8:47]

"I should go now."

I took a u-turn and headed toward a peculiar place. My friend told yesterday to co there so I agreed.

After walking for ten or so minutes, I saw the back of my friend. He was seated on a bench. He seed to be looking at nothing peculiar. His always straight back was now slouched. I could easily beat him in this state.

Holding back the urge to kick his back, I sat next to him on the bench.

"..."

"Nyr."

He finally spoke.

"Yeah."

"How have you been?"

He asked in a hoarse voice. I also noticed dried tears on his cheeks but chose to ignore it.

"Good and you."

"Good huh. Ahaha."

"Emric?"

I was confused as Emric laughed dryly suddenly.

"You are good? It had been just a week since she's dead. Ephera, my sister, your girlfriend!"

He raised his tone in the end.

"Not my girlfriend."

I replied calmly. She was not my girlfriend as I didn't have the occasion to confess after all.

"I hadn't confessed to her, so she isn't my girlfriend."

I said, and took a bite of my baguette.

"Oh. Do you want?"

I handed one of the baguettes to Emric but the latter was just looking at with quivering lips. I could tell he was holding back from punching so I retreated my hand.

"What happened, Nyr? You are…have you even cared about her? I can't recognize you."

Emric finally said what he had in his mind since he saw .

I looked back at him.

That face…

He had similar features to his sister, like Ephera. I felt seething anger bubbling up inside , so I averted my face.

"What do you think?"

I answered with a question but it didn't please Emric in the slightest as he stood up.

"Enough."

I was a little surprised as I saw him walking off. He didn't punch after all, after my indifferent attitude.

I put the bag of baguettes on the bench and stood up.

"Emric."

I walked toward him.