It was the perfect plan.
Rei had spent all night crafting it—complete with a dummy corpse made from potatoes and a mop, a self-written obituary that exaggerated his modesty ("He was too humble to accept he was amazing, and too handsome to survive"), and even an old-school dramatic will titled:
"To My Many Loving Wives Who I Definitely Didn't Flee From, Please Don't Dig Me Up."
The goal?
Is disappear or evaporate or transcend and freedom.
[System Warning: Morality Stat -0.5 for Faking Death]
[However, Desperation Stat +3. Approving temporary plan out of pity.]
[Side Quest Started: "Operation Ghost Husband"]
Reward: [Emotional Peace, Probably Not]
Failure Consequence: [Wife Group Counseling (Mandatory, Knife Edition)]
Rei stood on a lonely mountaintop behind the academy, wearing a black cloak and holding a smoke bomb in one hand and a deadpan expression in the other.
