Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) The spectator

Well, I guess this is the phrase one is supposed to say to introduce themselves, right? Nice to et you, readers. My na is... Well, my na doesn't matter. You just need to know that I'm a side character, so you can call "Mob 1" if you prefer. Not that my reputation could get any worse, anyway.

Ohhh, are you wondering where Mireya is or who I am?

Well, Mireya is right there, taking classes in the front row, and as for ... Well, let's start describing myself... Let's see... Where do I begin...?

My current appearance is... well, what people would expect from soone who doesn't want to attract attention. Round glasses, a braided hairstyle that gives a "quiet girl" vibe, and clothes that don't stand out in the slightest. It's a disguise, of course. A camouflage uniform to blend in with the crowd and keep people from looking at too much. After all, being the "weird girl" of the class, the one who had to go to a psychiatric hospital after a crisis on the first day of school, doesn't get you many friends. Or, to be precise, it leaves you with none.

Am I well-developed for my age...? THAT IS SEXUAL HARASSNT!

My body might seem... well-developed, as you've ntioned. But the truth is, most people don't notice it, or don't dare to. After all, when you have a reputation for being "crazy," people tend to avoid any visual or physical contact. I don't bla them. Since I was a child, I've known that this world everyone sees as normal is, in reality, plagued by supernatural phenona. I've heard the thoughts of aliens parasitizing bodies, of camouflaged monsters, and of reincarnated beings. For , the anomaly is the norm. But on the first day at this academy... sothing was different.

It wasn't just the ntal noise, but one thought I heard, one that completely broke and left unable to process it. That thought disturbed in such a way that my mind disconnected, and blood ran from my nose. Not from a disease, but from the pure horror of what I had heard. Reputation is not sothing you can buy or sell. It's earned, and sotis, it's earned in the most painful way, especially when the truth is so dark.

What was it that I heard? To understand that, I first have to talk about a certain person. In my class, there's a student... a boy, at least he tries to be. But despite his efforts to act more masculine, his appearance is so androgynous that he's often mistaken for a girl.

His silver, shoulder-length hair and his mysterious white eyes only increase that confusion. It's so much so that, unintentionally, he has twisted the sexuality of many n, while, at the sa ti, he has sohow earned the enmity of won. I guess his appearance, which even to seems closer to the feminine than the masculine, is the reason. Despite being a man, he is easily recognized at Carmilla Academy as one of the people who holds the title of "princess," a title given by collective vote.

It's ironic, right? The person who tries to be more of a man is the most feminine in the eyes of others. And the truth is, if you don't look at him closely, you could swear he's a girl, but his thoughts... his thoughts are sothing else entirely.

The day I entered his class and heard his thoughts, I knew imdiately that sothing was very, very wrong. His thoughts fluctuated at an absurd speed. They went from important and complex topics to mundane things in an instant, only to turn into terrifying things and, imdiately after, into strangely relaxing things. It was a constantly changing ntal storm, completely unstable and without any pattern. A collapse that wouldn't stop.

The most disturbing thing was that he maintained such a calm expression, such a bright smile on his face, while in his mind such a terrifying collapse was unleashing. I felt like I was on the verge of madness just by listening to him. Sohow, I managed to hold on to my sanity. For an instant, I felt how that one mind silenced the rest, only to then harmonize with the cacophony of the other voices. For , the experience was torture.

At that mont, I didn't know it, but what I had experienced... was only the surface.

Sohow, I resisted that hell. It seed to last for hours, even days, although in reality, only a few minutes had passed. And then, from the very source that had brought so much tornt, I heard sothing that for a mont completely cald my mind. A lody. Not a thought, but a lody that instantly quelled the chaos. I witnessed firsthand how his mind was stabilizing.

However, I soon noticed that this lody was not a conscious thought. The boy wasn't even aware of it. As his thoughts stabilized and he started to talk to soone else... he stopped abruptly.

I think you already have an idea, so let confirm that it's exactly as you imagine, right, reader? That's you, isn't it?

That was the first ti I knew of your existence, although I wasn't in the best condition to think too much about it, because in that very instant, sothing happened that still gives shivers just to rember. That lody, suddenly, changed.

If I had to compare it, the first part of that lody was filled with all kinds of emotions that conveyed stability, curiosity, and a deep harmony, as if it rejoiced in life. However, that lody, after reaching a certain point, changed abruptly, transforming into sothing cruel, fierce, and full of resentnt, as if it hated the world.

Only unspoken lants, howls of pain covered in desperation, and a buried desire resonated. It was as if it were calling out to soone, as if it were apologizing to soone... and as if it were begging for help, clinging to life as it fell into a well of increasing agony. The anguish was so great that my entire skin crawled. I started to tremble uncontrollably, crying, and ignoring the voices of others around . But even with that, the reality was that wasn't the end.

But before we continue, I need a mont to calm down, since after all, that experience was terrifying, as I've already told you.

So to change the subject a bit, let's talk about the second part of the lody that felt as if it longed for death. It's quite a paradox, isn't it? Soone who longs so much to live and enjoy their life, but who deep down wants to die. And he's not even aware of his own paradox.

Even today, when I listen to him, I see those thoughts clashing with each other without him knowing. It's a curious case. Despite what I went through, I'm incapable of hating him. Especially knowing that he's probably still ignorant of his own internal struggle. As if those two parts of his mind are in a constant war and he is just a simple spectator, not understanding what's happening.

Anyway... let's take a break and continue. What happened after that, what followed that horrible change in the lody, is the reason my life changed completely.

And then, that lody began to sound more and more dissonant, a harsh, discordant, and tension-filled musical sequence. It was at that mont that a laugh began to resonate.

It sounded cheerful and childlike, full of curiosity and without any malice. However, despite that, the mont I heard it, I felt a terrifying fear in the depths of my being, an absolute horror that chilled my blood. It was as if sothing that shouldn't exist in this world—no, sothing I should never have understood—gained a voice and spoke in a childlike way.

At the sa ti, I felt as if that "thing" was looking at with deep interest. It was as if I had looked into the abyss, and it, playfully, had looked back at .

After that, I felt the world spin, turn, invert, and alternate between everything else. I simply started to laugh frantically, shedding tears of blood while blood flowed from my nose. I wildly ssed up my hair, digging my nails into my own skin. At that mont, that voice seed to say, in a tone full of amusent:

After that, the next thing I rember is ending up vomiting after going crazy and attacking everyone in the place. After that, I only rember waking up tied to a gurney.

After that, a lot of ti passed while I tried to recover from it. But the truth is, my perspective of the world underwent a radical change. The things I once found fun now seem mundane. Instead, what once terrified now excites .

My attention beca fixed on that boy, the cause of everything. He remains as oblivious to what happened that day as if nothing had occurred.

And since that incident, the range of my telepathy increased to an absurd level. I'm now able to hear the thoughts of thousands of people at once and, to be honest, I've co to enjoy it. I enjoy the events that others experience through their minds.

Also, over ti, I discovered sothing more about that incident. Despite what I went through, no being, of any kind, seed to have even noticed that existence, not even the anomalies present in the place. It was as if it truly hadn't existed.

That's why, without exception, I was diagnosed as if I had suffered an attack of extre psychosis. My reputation as the "weird girl" was sealed by a truth that only I know.

After that, I adopted a low profile. Unlike a transmigrator boy in my class, nad Kenn, who is constantly being hunted for not accepting a simple friend request, turning things into a kind of hunt.

And so on, I could give many examples of things that are constantly happening, not only at my school but throughout the entire city. That's why I understand why you, the readers, enjoy being spectators in the stories of others so much.

Also, even though I'm aware that my perspective on life has changed, I feel that I have lost a lot of empathy for others. But even so, I'm happier this way. Because, once again, a fun story will happen. And as always, I'll watch it from the sidelines, in the darkness.

In fact, a new story is about to begin right now. That boy is on his way to witness his usual romantic cody, hidden on the rooftop as always. But this ti, he'll get a surprise.

"I hope to see what happens, Mireya~"

I really can't wait~