The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 237 - A Sweet Dream 2 (?)

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He opened his eyes.

It was a sunny day.

The warm afternoon sunlight gently bathed him as Will stood ten meters outside Treya’s training grounds.

Though his eyes were open, and though this moment began with him “waking up,” he knew...

This was a dream.

The atmosphere here was steeped in the unmistakable essence of “a story”—a fabricated world, like the kind you imagine after finishing a book.

It wasn’t as vivid as a movie.

Not as sharply defined as an animation where you could see every line on a character.

And yet, it wasn’t as cold and distant as a novel’s lifeless lines of text.

It was an unclear, hazy imagination. But from the moment you began to envision it, it became something you believed existed “somewhere.”

But...

The original story barely described this place. All he knew was that it existed and that Treya would often train here, accompanied by her personal maid, Sarah.

Most importantly, the sky here was sunny—a stark contrast to the darkness that symbolized the royal palace in the original story.

Coincidentally, this was also the place where he had spent the most time with Treya.

So, just like the dream he had about Leah before, where elements of the original story blurred with his memories, this dream presented itself in a narrative form...

All of this told him that this was a dream.

No... wait...

The dream he had about Leah—the one where he foresaw something—he couldn’t remember it after waking up. But now, suddenly, he could recall it?

A dream he couldn’t recall while awake, but the moment he fell asleep and entered another dream, it all came rushing back—this common phenomenon was now happening to him.

Though he knew he would likely forget this sunny “pleasant dream” upon waking, the fact that he was here meant one thing: this dream, like Leah’s before it, was showing him a vision of “the awakening of those who were once losers.”

He remembered this was a dream where, by the end... someone in the scene would speak to him.

It was also a terrifying dream—one that had startled him awake back then.

If he chose not to “wake up” now and instead continued watching, he would undoubtedly relive the same ending as Leah’s dream.

He’d wake up drenched in cold sweat...

Shouting as he bolted upright in bed...

But his mindset now was different from before.

He was Will. Will Hysterm. Someone who knew the “future fate” from outside the narrative layer of the story. Someone who had guided them toward this conclusion.

So even if they were “darkened,” he had decided to respond to their feelings.

Whether it was Leah, already taken away by her mother...

Or Treya, currently embroiled in royal family conflicts right before his eyes...

Or even Eir, who might one day stand before him...

He would ensure none of them remained rejected “losers.”

If he couldn’t do it, then no one else could—right?

“Because I want to respond to you, I’ll see this dream through to the end.”

From the training grounds, he could already hear the sound of Treya practicing her swordsmanship—

Swish.

The sound of air being sliced cleanly.

Will’s position wasn’t ideal; he could only see her back and her flowing silver hair.

And—

“I’ve come to fully understand my feelings.”

“I understand my desires.”

“I understand what I seek.”

“I understand who I want and the ending I desire.”

“Yes, it’s the only ‘color’ in my eyes...”

“The only one—him.”

With each swing of her sword, Treya spoke these words aloud.

Will was taken aback. Treya was usually very quiet while training—it matched her naturally aloof and slightly icy demeanor.

But...

The Treya swinging her sword now sounded more like a knightly princess who had fully embraced her inner thoughts and had a clear goal in mind.

“Confessing like this... is a bit embarrassing,” she muttered.

From behind, Will noticed her pointed ears turning slightly red.

“But if he wants to hear it, I’ll say it.”

With another horizontal slash, Treya’s sword stirred up dust on the ground, drawing a semi-circle with its light.

She had grown into someone who could clearly express her thoughts.

This was indeed what Will wanted...

But...

Will took a slow step forward.

He was anticipating something.

Anticipating Treya to say something akin to what Leah had said in her dream—to embody her role as a darkened princess speaking words that reflected her transformation.

Unexpectedly, from behind, he noticed her sword tip beginning to tremble.

“...What if he rejects me? What should I do then?” she whispered softly.

Her once firm tone wavered. Her breathing grew uneven as she spoke with a faint gasp. Then...

Her sword fell from her hands.

As if she had lost her balance, Treya clutched her head and dropped to her knees on the ground.

“Huh?!”

This was an unexpected development for Will.

“I can’t...”

“I can’t let that happen.”

“If that happens... my world... my world will be nothing but black, won’t it?”

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“A world without light...”

“A world without color...”

“A world without him...”

“He wouldn’t do that!”

“He can’t do that.”

“He shouldn’t do that...”

With her back still turned to Will, she trembled slightly. It was hard to tell if she was crying or laughing.

Her emotions were utterly unstable.

Will seemed to understand now.

This was an extreme dependence on him—a yandere-like obsession that weighed heavily on him emotionally...

Unlike Leah, who openly declared her feelings with straightforward passion, Treya seemed like someone who couldn’t let go of him. She would nervously utter phrases like “I can’t live without you” and drag him down with her.

Hearing her words felt like standing in quicksand—she was pulling him deeper and deeper into her world...

Step by step, Will moved closer to her.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

But he couldn’t stop now.

“Tre... Treya...”

Even in her “darkened” state, she appeared “fragile,” “delicate,” and “in need of help.”

That’s why...

That’s why he needed to approach Treya bit by bit!

“I won’t let that happen...”

No longer just an “observer,” Will now believed there were things he could do in this story...

Things only he could do...

“I’m here—”

He reached out and touched Treya’s shoulder.

Unlike in previous dreams where he would pass right through her as if she weren’t real, this time his hand landed gently on her shoulder.

Yes, this was it.

He wasn’t just an observer anymore.

He would influence this story...

The thing he feared most—their fate as “losers”—would never happen again—

However, what he saw next was...

Treya turning her head slowly toward him—her left eye covered by an eyepatch.

An eyepatch? Why was she wearing an eyepatch...?

She was smiling.

A radiant smile.

A beautiful smile.

But not a smile that resembled the Treya from his memories.

“Tre... Treya?”

“Pro·fes·sor·Will,” she said sweetly, dragging out each syllable with a singsong tone.

Her earlier trembling and crying seemed nonexistent now.

“You fell into my trap—”

“And you really...”

She grinned like someone whose trap had just succeeded perfectly.

!!!!!!!

He jolted awake.

Staring at the familiar ceiling above him—

“Hah... hah... hah...”

Lying on the small bed in his third-floor room in the capital house, Will reached out toward the air above him, gasping for breath.

“What... what was that?!”

“Why... why... why did I have such a dream?”

“Treya... what are you—”

Halfway through his words, he noticed sunlight streaming in from the side window. That’s when realization struck him—

“Wait... why?”

Will sat up abruptly and stared at his outstretched hand from moments ago.

This time...

He hadn’t forgotten the dream.