Transmigrated As An SSS Ranked MILF Overlord
Chapter 76: Goals.

Chapter 76: Goals.

It didn’t vanish. It didn’t update.

It just... lingered.

’What the hell is this supposed to mean?’ he thought, narrowing his gaze at the translucent notification.

’Character doesn’t exist? What kind of joke is that? This isn’t how it’s supposed to work.’

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floating message like it had just cursed him out.

’Usually, it’s straightforward. Task completed. Task failed. Maybe a fancy status update or achievement unlocked. But this? "Character does not exist"? That’s not just unusual. That’s impossible.’

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face.

’She was there. I saw her. I spoke to her. I touched her. And I sure as hell wasn’t the only one. The other girls saw her too—interacted with her like she’d been there the whole damn time.’ He pondered.

’So she’s real. She has to be. Which means... what?’

He frowned.

’...She lied.’

He sat in silence for a beat, feeling the weight of that conclusion settle in his chest. His brow furrowed as he mulled over the implications.

’I saved her. I helped her. Hell, I risked a lot just by stepping in when I did. And despite all that, she gave me a fake name? The fuck? Whyy?!’

He shook his head slowly, eyes returning to the book in his hands. The pages fluttered, blank and unreadable, as if mocking him.

’Why would she lie about something so basic? What’s she hiding from me?’

"Did I do something wrong?" he muttered aloud, the room eerily quiet around him.

But then he scoffed.

’No. I did everything right. I showed up like some knight out of a fantasy romance. Saved the day, earned her trust—or so I thought. So why keep her name a secret?’

He sighed again, lying back on his bed with a soft thud, staring up at the ceiling.

’Maybe she doesn’t trust me yet. Maybe she’s cautious. Or maybe... maybe she knows more than she lets on.’

His gaze shifted back to the book as another thought crept in.

’Could she know about the Author’s Notebook?’

A chill ran up his spine.

"No." he said aloud, dismissing the notion with a shake of his head.

"No one knows. I never told anyone. I never wrote about it anywhere public. It’s mine. Mine alone."

Still, the thought lingered like a shadow in the corners of his mind.

’Unless... unless this world is starting to get aware of itself. No, no, that’s too far-fetched. This is just one person. One damn confusing girl who’s now delaying everything.’

He groaned again, a deep, guttural noise of pure frustration, stretching his arms above his head as he kicked off his shoes lazily.

"Damn it." he muttered.

"She’s a goddamn setback."

The mission—the whole point of this little narrative sandbox—was clear. He had goals, rewards, points to collect.

Delays like this weren’t part of the plan. He was supposed to progress smoothly, not wait around for three days while some mysterious girl decided whether or not she wanted to tell him the truth.

Still... he couldn’t deny the thrill.

’A girl who plays hard to get, huh?’ he thought with a slow grin.

’A challenge. Something unpredictable. It’s been a while since someone kept me guessing.’

His fingers drummed against his chest absently as he stared at the ceiling fan spinning above.

’She’s not like the others. That much is clear. I’ve got the memes at home already wrapped around my finger—three thick-bodied goddesses just waiting to be pampered and pleased. But this one... this girl...’

He smirked.

’This one’s going to make me work for it. I can already tell.’

He chuckled quietly.

"Memes. M-I-L-Fs..." he said aloud, cracking a grin at his own stupid joke.

But his amusement didn’t last long. He wasn’t in the mood to wait anymore, certainly not for someone who refused to be honest.

’So... what now?’ he thought.

’I’ve got time to kill. I’m free. I’m... alone.’

He sat up, planting both feet firmly on the floor, resting his chin on his palm as he weighed his options.

’Option one- Wait for Mary—or whatever her real name is—and hope she shows up eventually. Unlikely. Too risky.’

"Option two..." he muttered.

"...go see Fiona."

His mind immediately jumped to the redhead with the velvet lips and eyes that sparkled like she’d stepped out of a forbidden dream, Dina.

The first girl he’d touched after his enrollment. The one who set the tone.

’She’s already halfway mine.’ he thought with a smirk. ’And she’s damn good with her mouth.’

A vivid memory flashed behind his eyes—the feel of her soft flesh beneath his hands, the warmth of her breath against his skin, the intoxicating scent of her hair as she pressed herself to him.

’She’s eager, experienced, and begging for a repeat.’ he thought.

’And then there’s Dina. Thick as hell. A walking hourglass with a laugh that could melt concrete. But Fiona’s the one who started it all. It’s only fair to finish what I started.’

He stood, stretching again, muscles flexing beneath his shirt as he pulled it off and tossed it aside.

"I choose... Fiona..." he said aloud, smiling as he made his way to the closet.

He changed swiftly, swapping his uniform for something casual but, ofcourse, clean. He ran a hand through his hair, checking his reflection in the mirror before nodding in approval.

’Tonight’s going to be good.’ he thought, lips curling in a smirk as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

The dorm was quiet, shadows dancing under the faint glow of the evening lights. His footsteps echoed softly as he made his way through the corridor, his mind filled with possibility.

’Let’s see just how good you are, Fiona.’ he thought.

’Let’s see what you’ve been saving just for me.’

He wasn’t sprinting. He wasn’t strolling either. He moved with purpose—a man with a goal, a reward, and the perfect excuse to claim what was his.

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