When the world hits you with a damn cliffhanger, all you wanna do is grab the author by the collar, slap the shit out of him, and scream, "Fuck you, Author. Keep writing!"
That's exactly how Khan felt right now.
Just when things were finally getting good in the game—bam—his sister's annoying voice ruined the moment.
"Hey! Stupid brother! Mom's calling you for breakfast! Stop playing games and go touch some grass, dumbass!"
He stared at the screen, deadpan, and sighed before hitting pause.
As much as he was kind of a piece of crap most of the time, he wasn't one of those typical braindead webnovel MCs who thought it was "cool" to mouth off at their parents, act like self-important incels with pixel-sized brains, treating them like some nuisance and fantasizing about being an orphan just because their mom told them to eat or clean their room.
Nah, Khan wasn't that pathetic.
If anything, his mom actually gave a shit about him. She knew how deep he got into his games and how often he lost track of time. He hadn't even taken a damn shower yet and it was already breakfast.
But whatever.
There they were.
His sister. His mom.
And an absent father.
The perfect setup for a harem with an incest tag—except the fact that he never actually saw them that way.
...Probably.
"Brother, you're so slow!" complained a cute blonde girl with twintails and big, bright blue eyes, his little sister, Eriri.
"Eriri, he's still your brother," said the woman beside her, her tone calm but firm.
She had the same twintail hairstyle, but her hair was a dark, lustrous purple.
Unlike Eriri, who was the living embodiment of every tsundere trope ever created, their mom was gentle, composed, and mature—the textbook definition of a perfect woman that any man would fantasize about.
And yet, despite her soft tone, the aura of authority she radiated in the house was no joke.
Sure enough, Eriri shut up immediately, lowering her head like a scolded puppy.
"I know, Mother…" she muttered.
Mom turned to Khan and spoke with genuine concern, "Is something wrong, Khan? Why were you late?"
Khan gave a casual shrug. "Nothing serious, Mother. Just… gaming addiction stuff."
Her lips curled into a soft, understanding smile. "If it's nothing serious, I won't ask for details. You must be hungry, right? I made your favorite dish—it's already on the table."
Eriri let out an annoyed huff, pouting as she crossed her arms.
"Humph. We've been waiting forever, you know. Don't disappoint Mom, you slacker."
Khan didn't bother replying. He was too lazy for that. He simply nodded, sat down, and started eating in silence.
There wasn't much to say anyway. His relationship with his sister wasn't exactly warm or loving. If anything, it was awkward and strained from the start.
"Eriri, are you still brooding over that Aki Tomoya incident?" their mother asked with a furrowed brow, her voice sharp with frustration. "Your brother did what he had to—for your own good. And frankly, he was right. I looked into that boy myself. He took advantage of your kindness, used you for his own benefit."
"Stop defending him, mother!" Eriri snapped, her voice cracking with raw emotion. "We were just kids in junior high back then! How could Aki have been as wicked as you and Khan keep saying?!"
Khan didn't even bother to look up.
His eyes flicked toward her for the briefest moment, then went back to his plate.
"Let her believe what she wants, mother," he muttered coldly. "People only believe what fits their version of the truth, no matter how much evidence is shoved in their face."
Eriri clenched her fists. Her voice was shaking, but her anger didn't falter. "You're both just twisting everything! Aki was my friend!"
Khan scoffed internally.
Friend, huh?
He remembered everything about that bastard. Aki wasn't some misunderstood dork—he was a little shit who knew exactly what he was doing, seemingly harmless, always acting like some clueless anime protagonist—but Khan had seen through the façade.
The boy was manipulative, always watching, always planning. He knew exactly what he was doing when he outed Eriri, exposing that she was an otaku. And in a country where, back then, that label was social suicide, it ruined her. Everyone turned on her.
He knew she'd get ostracized, that she'd be mocked and isolated—that no one in their stuck-up school would want anything to do with a girl who liked "cringy anime shit."
He knew all of it.
And what did Aki do? He swooped in after the fallout, acting like her savior, like he was the only one who could understand her.
He forced her into his little world.
Monopolized her.
And people dared call that friendship?
And don't give him that "he was just a kid" excuse. The same kid already smart enough to handle part-time jobs, budget his money, and navigate adult-like responsibilities?
There was no way he didn't know how bad things would get for Eriri. He just didn't care. He wanted her all to himself—a pretty, blonde little artist he could mold into his perfect waifu.
So Khan acted. Broke the little shit's leg.
He remembered the satisfying crack of bone, the way Aki screamed like a dying pig.
No hesitation. No regret.
Then he let mother to pull strings—made sure the entire family got shipped the fuck out of the country.
Away from Eriri. Away from them.
From that day on, things between him and his sister were never the same.
She hated him for it.
Resented him.
Their bond had turned bitter and cold.
But if that was the price to keep a parasitic bastard like Aki Tomoya away from her, so be it.
Khan would do it again without blinking.
He'd break every bone in that boy's body if it meant keeping Eriri safe from idiots who used love as an excuse to destroy others.
The silence at the breakfast table turned heavy, suffocating.
The tension was obvious in every breath, every movement.
Sensing it, mother shifted her tone.
"Khan, are you still interested in that Dimensional Game Online that's been hyped up all over the internet lately? They just announced they're launching the Nasuverse as their very first game, and apparently, they're starting with the Arthurian timeline. It's the first anime-based universe they're using too. I hope you're ready for it—and maybe read up on the forums if you're still interested," his mother said, watching him closely as his eyes narrowed.
Hearing this, Khan frowned and confused.
So, they were using the Arthuria timeline and the Nasuverse for their first official launch, huh?
Why did they decide to launch it right after he picked Artoria Pendragon as his starter character?
And not just that—it was the exact same game he downloaded off their site just a few days ago.
That wasn't just suspicious. That was targeted.
It felt less like coincidence and more like the devs were watching his screen, jerking off to his preferences.
"I'm full, Mother. Thanks for breakfast," Khan muttered, standing up and giving the nod of appreciation before leaving the room, mind already racing.
He didn't have answers, and honestly, he didn't give a damn right now. What mattered was simple: grind first, ask questions later.
He needed to max out his characters, hit some crucial endings, and stack every possible hidden achievement, push through achievements, and finish some early endings.
That way, when the game officially opened, he'd have bonus stats or maybe even a head start that'd leave everyone else choking on his dust.
If the game was rigged for some isekai-style bullshit, he wanted to be the motherfucker with the overpowered cheat build, not another loser running around swinging a wooden sword for rat tails.
Let the rest of the playerbase suffer like peasants.
Not him.
Khan didn't play fair. He played to win.
Fair was for broke people with no waifus.
He didn't give a damn about working hard. All he cared about was cheating his way to the top, exploiting every edge he could find.
And honestly? He was looking forward to it.
As he walked into his room, he grabbed his phone, opened Waifu Simulator Life, and scrolled through the routes.
His eyes scanned the screen until he landed on the one he figured was the best option.
So, he chose...
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Author Note:
Yeah, it's been a long time since I neglected this fic...
Here's the update. I'm not sure if people still read this or not, but I'll post more chapters tomorrow if I can sense that there are still some real readers here rather than just lurkers and bots.