Detective Conan: Death Note - Chapter 41: Blocking the Witch’s Door

Doomsday was approaching…

Ercella lived a glorious life everyone envied, but died of an illness at a young age.

Before her death, she regretted not having become a proper mother to her son.

But somehow, she went back three years ago.

Ercella is living her second life.

I promise to be a loving mother this time.

However, is it too late?

“Now that you’re doing this, you’re just making me feel uncomfortable.”

The son only pushes her away and she realises that her relationship with the husband, who she thought was fine before her regression, wasn’t actually…

“I like you, can you be my girlfriend?”“I am sorry, but I like girls, not boys!”The words of the campus belle immediately broke our boy’s heart.In sadness, he ended up playing a recently popular online game; but even their the 3D girl he liked was in a lesbian relationship with another NPC.But who would have guessed: A little accident made him wake up as a small-time villain character in this game he used to play?Feeling frustrated, he embraces his identity to avoid his tragic death.But Amar’s greatest enemy is the female protagonist who tries to make a big yuri harem with all the heroines.As a villain, can he steal her girls instead & achieve a perfect ending and uphold the dignity of our fellow men?

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.