The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 162 - A Sweet Dream? (1)

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Will had anticipated that Shuna might use some “shortcut” method to train him.

Like how he had once used small tricks on those three underdogs, finding quick ways—through potions or manuals—to rapidly boost their skills and elevate them to a high level.

But reality proved…

He had overestimated himself.

And underestimated Shuna.

Shuna, the woman who emphasized effort and hard work, and whose own drive was relentless.

How could she possibly rely on something like doping to improve someone?

Of course, she’d use the most primitive method—

Training.

First, twenty laps around the training field.

Then, practicing magical endurance by casting Fireball twenty times in a row.

Finally, skill training, with Shuna personally correcting and teaching her self-proclaimed “extremely effective” sword techniques in a one-on-one session.

Thud.

When it was all over, Will collapsed onto the ground, spread out like a starfish.

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His brain was foggy as he stared up at the moon above.

Why were there two moons?

And then…

The moon was eclipsed by Shuna’s face.

“You’re slacking off. How can you call this enough training?”

Shuna stood over him, leaning in to examine the “completely wiped out” Will.

Her long black hair fell around her face. Even though she had gone through the same grueling training as Will, there wasn’t a trace of exhaustion on her face. Her obsidian-like eyes still sparkled.

She wasn’t even sweating. Her fair skin remained as flawless and radiant as ever.

“I… I’ve really trained enough—no, even Treya, who’s super focused and diligent, never trains like this!”

“Are you sure you want to bring up another woman’s name right now?”

Shuna pouted, teasing him.

“To be honest, the people I’ve worked with have incredible perseverance. Eir too—if I had to categorize them, Treya excels at ‘persistence,’ while Eir is better at ‘endurance’…”

“How about ten more laps?”

“You weren’t joking earlier?!”

“I think you need to match the people you train, so naturally, you’ll need both ‘persistence’ and ‘endurance,’ right?”

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That night, Will lay in bed.

He felt like the moment he closed his eyes, he would die in his sleep. His entire body ached, his muscles sore and fatigued. Even his magical circuits felt like they had been wrung dry.

“How does it feel? Like you’re about to die?”

As if reading his mind, Shuna said this after stepping out of the bath.

She was drying her hair with a towel, wearing a bathrobe that revealed her pale neck and shoulders—areas rarely seen in her usual outfits.

Her figure wasn’t overly muscular from excessive training; she was slim and beautiful.

But…

Why…

Why wasn’t she tired at all?!

Will began to wonder if his lack of progress over the past decade was because he had been too lenient with himself.

“Yes, yes, I feel like I’m dying. I’m completely exhausted…”

Just as he finished speaking, he felt something damp brush against his open palm.

Shuna, with her still-damp fingertips from drying her hair, gently traced letters on Will’s palm.

“Pray to our goddess, to ease the fatigue of those who’ve labored through the day, and grant them dreams as sweet as yesterday’s.”

It was one of the most basic and traditional holy spells used by priests, a prayer that didn’t even invoke the goddess’s name. It wasn’t meant for healing injuries but for relieving the fatigue

of common folk after a day’s work.

Through Shuna’s warm touch, the blessing flowed into Will, instantly alleviating much of his exhaustion. It felt as though his energy had been replenished.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes… though I originally thought you’d want me to experience this level of exhaustion and wouldn’t use such magic on me.”

“You saw right through me.”

She withdrew her hand, resting her chin on it as she gazed at Will, her expression a mix of amusement and affection.

“That’s right. I wanted you to experience ‘extreme fatigue’—after all, you’ve never felt that before, have you?”

“Hmm.”

Extreme fatigue?

For Will, that was something from his past life, like the time he worked on a project launch and only got two hours of sleep each night for seven days straight. Although he often stayed up late in this world, he usually ensured he got at least six and a half hours of sleep.

Thinking back, he really had been trying to live life to the fullest back then.

At the time, he naively believed that the project he had poured so much effort into would be a massive success.

Instead, it flopped upon release, barely limped along for two years before being shut down, and the lead designer who had mentored him decided to quit and study for a civil service exam. All the senior staff left, and Will was reassigned to another team to take on more responsibilities.

“Extreme fatigue—achieved through extreme effort, but effort doesn’t always guarantee results. Isn’t that just like normal life, Little Master Hysterm~?”

Shuna wagged her finger at him, her tone playful.

“Why does it feel like you’re mocking me?”

“I’m not.”

Shuna pouted, then let out a sigh, deflating like a balloon that had quickly inflated and then lost all its air.

“I just think you’re always too cautious, too methodical, afraid to push your limits.”

“Sometimes, you have to take risks and explore ‘possibilities’ to truly feel alive.”

Will couldn’t shake the feeling that Shuna had an ulterior motive.

She seemed to be fixated on emphasizing “living” and “being alive” in front of him…

As if she could see through him…

As if she knew he was merely “passing through” or “observing” a “story.”

“I… I do take risks. Don’t say that.”

“Alright, alright. Now, let me tell you why I healed you.”

“What?”

“So you can enter tomorrow without any lingering fatigue, have a good dream, and then…”

Shuna flashed a mischievous grin—

“Fully commit to more ‘extreme training’ tomorrow—”

“What?!”

—

The door to the school laboratory was slightly ajar, and the warm glow of the setting sun bathed the door, giving it a comforting warmth.

This was a dream.

The moment he stood there, Will knew it was a dream.

Because, just like the nightmares he had before, the atmosphere here was steeped in the essence of “the story from the original work”—the one he had read and imagined.

The original story never explicitly depicted this place; it only appeared in flashbacks.

Even in Leah’s memories, this location was rarely mentioned.

But surprisingly…

This was the place where Will and Leah had spent the most time together.

During the days when she was his mentor, they had spent nearly every day here conducting various experiments.

Here, they had talked about many things—about Leah’s mother, about Leah’s life. Will had listened to it all here.

Oh, and Leah’s favorite topic: the “amazing Witch’s Association,” founded by the witch Yal, which was still ahead of many mages even today.

“For me to dream of this place… it’s no surprise.”

Like the “observer” he always was in his dreams, Will pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Even though it’s only been a few days since I last saw Leah—not even two weeks—it feels like it’s been so much longer.”

Inside, he saw Leah’s back. She seemed to be busy with some strange, large contraption.

In the dream, it was a blurry object, indistinct and unclear, as if his brain lacked the “data” to render it fully.

When he opened the door, the warm sunlight streamed in, brightening the usually cold laboratory and giving it a much cozier feel.

“This time… I’ll say it directly.”

Leah adjusted the contraption with her hands.

“No, I’ve always been direct. He’s just too dense!”

Leah adjusted her bowtie.

“How could he possibly reject the invincible, beautiful Leah?”

Leah fiddled with her hat.

Will understood now.

Leah was…

She was preparing to confess. The pink, bubbly aura surrounding her was unmistakable, the kind you’d see on a girl about to declare her feelings.

It was too obvious.

But…

Will felt a sense of relief.

She had grown so much, moving toward being straightforward and honest. The “tsundere” in her had faded significantly.

Someone like her wouldn’t become a “loser” anymore.

He had never seen Leah crying, but as his teacher, if she ever did cry, she’d probably be impossible to console.

Who would dare make her a loser again? Will would punch that person twice!

But…

Being “not a loser” wasn’t enough.

Will stood behind her, waiting for the moment he had long anticipated—

“It’s okay, even if I get rejected…”

Yes, she lowered her voice, changing her tone, speaking mature words with the voice of a twelve-year-old.

“Because witches have so many ways…”

She reached out, touching the contraption in front of her.

“…to make you unable to take your eyes off me.”

Leah stood up, her twin tails swaying slightly with her movements.

She lowered her head, as if unable to contain her emotions, tightly gripping the papers on the desk, her hands trembling.

“To make you look at me.”

“To make you focus on me.”

“To make you hold me.”

“To make you love me.”

“Oh?”

Will crossed his arms, standing as an “observer.”

What a beautiful scene—if it were in a novel, it would undoubtedly be a pivotal moment.

Yes.

This was what he had been waiting for…

The girl he had nurtured, now truly “darkened.”

As Shuna had said, he was having a “good dream.”

But, as always, he couldn’t touch the people in the scene. He could only stand there…

However, Leah turned around.

Will realized her gaze was fixed on him.

Her eyes were no longer the witch’s eyes he had described before.

They were…

Pink hearts.

Was this a dream?

Or…

Was it a subconscious manifestation of his own thoughts?

“Hmm, can you hear me? I’m talking to you.”

Like an illustration in a novel that suddenly came to life, Leah looked at him from within the scene, speaking directly to him—

“Will~ my~ dear~ student?”