The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 106 - Sleepless Night

“Hmm… didn’t expect I could outdrink them…”

Perhaps it was because the royal family had decided to reform the education system, this year’s graduation was scheduled after both his and Treya’s birthdays.

Since they were all officially adults now—and Leah insisted she had been an adult for centuries, though the alcohol vendors didn’t recognize her witch-issued ID—graduation night had turned into a “let’s try drinking” party.

Except for Eir.

“Young Master… if Eir gets drunk, no one will be able to clean up the table. Also… Eir has terrible alcohol tolerance!”

But…

With each resounding “cheers,” the scene became more chaotic.

Leah, abandoning all semblance of teacherly dignity, mumbled, “Ahaha, I haven’t had a drink in centuries,” before slumping over and admitting defeat.

Treya didn’t last much longer. After valiantly finishing one more glass, she set it down and shook her head.

“Alright! The Young Master wins! Yay! Eir bet correctly!”

“Where does this strange competitive streak come from? And who were you betting with?”

“Now we need to get them home safely.”

“Come to think of it… they really trust me.”

Will looked at the two of them.

While he admitted that on any normal day, either of them could beat him in a fight, they were now completely drunk and still so at ease around him.

They really did see him as one of their own.

“I… hic… will have a carriage pick me up,” Treya mumbled, her head buried in her arms as she reached out.

“Oh, that works.”

Halfway through his response, Will suddenly realized that as her fiancé, getting his fiancée drunk—or doing nothing and just sending her home—both seemed… questionable.

“Hehe, I’m hitching a ride with you,” Leah said, sprawled out on a chair.

“Will-sensei, I want a hug~” Treya regressed into childlike behavior, a common phenomenon when drunk.

“Alright, alright, hugs, hugs.”

Holding Treya’s soft, warm body, Will felt a bit awkward.

“No fair! If she gets a hug, I want one too!”

Leah started mimicking her.

“You don’t need one!”

“But… but I’m only twelve! I’m just… a little elementary school girl, okay?”

Leah pouted, her watery eyes looking up at him. Paired with her childish twin-tails, she really did resemble a schoolgirl carrying a big backpack.

Usually, Leah tried to act mature and composed, but now she was shamelessly pretending to be a little kid?!

So it’s true—alcohol can completely flip someone’s personality!

“Teacher, hug me.”

“Good student, hug.”

“The carriage is here, the carriage is here. Hugging time is over, right?”

“Oh my, it’s the Young Master with one on each arm.”

“Stop adding fuel to the fire!”

Before stepping outside, Will carefully checked for neighbors or paparazzi. The last thing he needed was another piece of “perverted” evidence against him tomorrow.

—

Finally, back at his familiar little desk, Will didn’t feel particularly drunk.

Just a slight buzz.

Maybe tonight he’d get a good night’s sleep.

He mentally calculated: for a Level 2000 advanced mage, casting a medium fireball in a 10°C environment against a Tier 3 ice armor, how many seconds would it take to break through two layers of defense?

“Oh, 5.45 seconds.”

“Looks like my mind is still sharp.”

“Was I this good at drinking in my past life?”

Of course not.

Back then, whenever work stressed him out, two drinks with coworkers would leave him completely hammered.

But…

It made sense for “Young Master Will” to have this kind of tolerance.

In the original story, he frequented such social settings, destined to grow into a playboy.

It was clear…

He couldn’t keep thinking of himself as his past-life self.

Even if his mental state and intellect remained the same, his body’s changes were starting to influence him.

He glanced at the Task System on his desk. After three years, though he had re-covered it with a fresh red binding, it was much more worn than before.

For three years, he had followed the plans laid out in the Task System—of course, occasionally tweaking things—step by step to reach this point.

—

[Task 158: Help Eir master the basic incantation for Elemental Ice Array.]

[Reward: Eir’s lap pillow. (Note: Make her pause her daily endurance runs; her muscles are too firm for comfort.)]

—

[Task 185: Piece together ancient texts with Leah to conceptualize the “Primordial Candle.”]

[Reward: Ten minutes of Leah staring at you while you sketch her pupils. (Note: She only lasted three minutes before covering her face and running away. What a shame.)]

—

[Task 199: Practice Demon Swordsmanship with Treya on nearby magical beasts.]

[Reward: Grilled beast meat platter. (Though the cuts were too fine, resulting in minced meat, it still tasted good.)]

—

Will flipped through the Task System, the pages flying by as he recalled the past three years.

Finally…

He stopped at a section where the rewards hadn’t been written yet.

—

[Task 300: Craft a “Snow Hymn Shield” for Eir.]

[Task 301: Craft an “Ancient Flame Staff” for Leah.]

[Task 302: Craft a “Shadow Nightmare Sword” for Treya.]

—

What kind of names are these?!

Oh…

They were names his former coworkers came up with.

The story behind that was long…

By now, Will had already applied every useful technique from the original story to them.

Rushing their development wouldn’t work; following this path, they were bound to become formidable—especially with about a year left, and dungeons being the fastest way to grow.

The biggest issue was that, from Will’s observations, their current weapons were insufficient.

For example, Eir’s shield often cracked under the strain of Elemental Ice Array.

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For example, Leah’s staff, though funded by the school, had already been replaced over twenty times.

For example, Treya’s sword was in even worse shape, needing to be replaced monthly—thankfully, the royal family could afford it.

So…

They needed brand-new weapons, new equipment—and if they were getting new gear, it had to be a full set!

But…

There was nothing.

The original story didn’t even design gear for them. Why would “losers” get new outfits?

So…

Will decided…

To craft the equipment himself!

He wasn’t the clueless Will from three years ago. Through study and correspondence with S, he had gained a solid understanding of this world.

By tailoring the equipment to their growth, he could ensure it was effective.

As for the names… uh… they were borrowed from game designs. Though the game had been unofficially adapted, these were five-star weapons that could actually be equipped.

“With these, let’s see where the protagonist runs to…”

Turning the page, Will landed on—

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[Task 400: Graduate successfully.]

[Reward: Here’s some information for you! After graduation, you’ll only have two months before you meet Hugh, who’s already in Novice Town a month early looking for teammates.

You might even pass each other by.

Can you still sleep soundly?]

—

The next day.

“Young Master, those dark circles under your eyes are awful! Didn’t you say drinking helps you sleep better?! What happened?!”

“Don’t ask. If you must, blame my seven-years-ago self.”