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Ruler Vol 6 Chapter 23

Author: Anit666

Editor: Weasalopes

【Sam’s POV】

“Who are you?”

I clearly don’t know who this woman is, and I don’t remember bringing her to my apartment either (I’m a minor for fuck’s sake).

Is this one of those things? The mentally unstable stalker, also known as the ‘yandere’?

Or maybe she’s a robber or something, and when she saw me wake up, she just decided to send it and posed as my lover to confuse me. If that is indeed the case, then I must respect her out of the box thinking.

I’ll still have to report her to the police though.

“Oh, come on, Sam, it’s too early in the morning to make that joke.” She giggled, albeit a bit nervously.

Huh, so she knows my name. Yikes.

Is this an elaborate prank or…

“Before you kill me, lemme just tell my mother that I love her.”

Well, my feelings are actually too immature and underdeveloped to be called love, but since this isn’t exactly a situation where I can consider such philosophical matters, I’ll just go with the standard phrase.

“You…” The woman’s eyes widened.

I guess she didn’t expect me to accept my death so easily, but I think being killed by drop-dead beauty in my own apartment fits me the best-

Wait a fucking minute!

This isn’t my apartment! My bed was never this comfy, and the angle the sunlight is pouring in from is completely different as well!

Shit, what the hell happened while I was asleep? Wait, was I really asleep? I’m not such a heavy sleeper that I’d sleep through the entire move, so I must have been drugged.

This is just wow.

“Who are you, and why did you bring me here? Just so you know, my father won’t be paying much to release me.”

If this woman’s goal truly was to kill me, she could have done it in my apartment. Which means this is a textbook kidnapping, except that the kidnapper is more intimate than she needs to be. Perhaps she’s trying to make me fall for her through Stockholm Syndrome?

Yikes.

And now that I think about it, ‘I have been Kidnapped’ is a more logical assumption than ‘I’m being killed’ in such a situation. Perhaps I need some professional help.

“W-what are you talking about…?” She furrowed her brows. “I’m Phiria, your lover.”

Is she still going on with that?

“Nice try, but I’m incapable of love, especially when I don’t even know the opposite party.”

The question is; what is her goal- ah. Is she here because of my connections with the Mafia?

Jesus Christ, I became the mastermind behind that kidnapping just as a joke. Now what, do I have to deal with the consequences? These guys have absolutely zero sense of humour.

Hmm, now what-

⟦What is happening here?⟧

Huh? So there are two kidnappers, both of which seem to be women. Truly a progressive society.

⟦…He has really lost them.⟧

Oh, so there’s a man too. But what’s with that voice? So creepy and so… scary, as if it’s resounding inside my soul itself.

But where are they? I have checked twice now, but there’s only me and the woman sitting on me. Are they using a speaker to communicate with me?

⟦We’re inside you, dumbass!⟧

You planted a speaker inside me what the actual fuck!?

⟦Oh gosh… Okay, tell me, what’s the last thing you remember?⟧

Hmmmm… defeating a bunch of noobs with a 16-0 and typing ‘GG too ez’.

⟦I see…⟧ The man with the deep, heavy voice continued. ⟦Now, Samuel Hayden, I want you to listen to me as calmly as possible, alright?⟧

Go ahead.

⟦You…⟧ He paused for some moments. ⟦You have lost your memories.⟧

…

……

………

Wow.

Would you like to elaborate, Mr. Mysterious Voice? Oh, before that, please tell me how to handle this woman in front of me.

She has been staring at me with the look of a wronged, deranged lover, and frankly, along with her complete disregard of my private space, it’s making me incredibly uncomfortable.

⟦Her name is Phiria. Tell her that Maxwell told you that you have lost your memories.⟧

Straight to the point. I like it.

“Okay, so, um, Ms. Phiria? A mysterious voice inside me tells me that I’ve lost my memories.”

“…” The woman frowned, then scrunched up her nose, then her eyes swam around and then they widened. “Come again?”

“I know it sounds crazy, but someone inside me told me that I’ve apparently lost my memories.”

“…Oh.” The woman froze, as if her brain had crashed.

I supposed giving it to her straight wasn’t the most tactical decision here.

“Hello?” I waved my hands in front of her.

“Oh, yes, you lost your memories, yes.” She stared at me for some moments. “Sam, I’m telling you, if this is a joke, then-”

“I wish it was a joke.”

Waking up in a completely unfamiliar situation with completely unfamiliar people while being told that I’ve lost my memories isn’t the red-hot start of the day I was looking for.

But I find this pretty amusing so I’ll just go along for now. At worst I’ll just die after they have harvested my organs to sell them on the black market.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

“Right?”

Looks like we’ll hit it off pretty well. She even used my favourite phrase.

“B-b-but this isn’t even possible! You’re a Ruler! It’s literally impossible to even touch you unless-” He eyes widened in what I’m assuming to be a stroke of realisation. “That fucking piece of shit!” Veins popped on her neck and forehead as she snarled. “Meteron, I’m going to fucking kill you!”

And who the hell is supposed to be a Meteron? And what does she mean by I am a Ruler?

So many questions, so little answers.

Let’s start with the basic things first.

“Ms. Phiria, why don’t you get up so that we can discuss things in a more civilised manner?”

“…Right.” She barely controlled herself, sighed and nodded. “Right. This must be so confusing for you.”

“Yupp.”

“How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I think I am fine.”

I’m not feeling pain from any part of my body, so apart from my amnesia, it seems I’m physically unhurt.

“I’d like to see it for myself, so please take off your clothes so I can examine you-”

“Whoa, I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough to get frisky yet.”

“…Does that mean… it’s on the table?”

Wait, she took that seriously?

“Technically speaking, yes. As long as we can get to know each other first.”

I’d like to avoid sharing a bed with a woman I just met.

Wait, isn’t that what One Night Stands are supposed to be?

“A silver lining, eh?” She seemed taken aback.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.” She hurriedly shook her head. “Also, that wasn’t my intention in asking you to take your clothes off. I just don’t want there to be any complications further down the road.”

Hmm, makes sense, I suppose.

⟦Wait… are you seriously telling me this piece of shit has lost his memories?⟧

What an… exotic way to greet someone, Ms. Mysterious Voice Two.

⟦First of all, my name is Simone.⟧

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Simone.

⟦And second, you’re literally the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met, and nothing you say or do is going to change my opinion.⟧

Hmm, seems like the non-amnesiac me has done some horrible things to you. My condolences.

Also, please show some emotional maturity, Ms. Simone. I’m not the person who did those things to you, so get over it.

⟦Wha?!⟧

“You seem… rather calm.” The woman, Phiria, noted as she got off me.

“As they say, serenity is a man’s virtue.”

Times like these are when I must keep my composure.

Besides, I don’t really feel much upon being told that I’ve lost my memories. Perks of being a nihilist, I guess.

⟦Does that mean you believe us?⟧ Simone asked.

Take a look at my face and tell me whether the phrase ‘A fucking idiot’ is written on it or not.

⟦And you’re supposed to have lost your memories.⟧ She snorted.

I mean, look, your story does have some credibility to it, but I’ll have to have an IQ lower than the room temperature (in degree Celsius) to just outright believe it.

⟦…Fair enough, I suppose.⟧ I felt her nodding.

Wait, I felt her nodding? That’s… really weird.

“I see.” Phiria nodded.

Huh, it would seem that the conversations I had in my mind took only a fraction of a second.

“Anyway, before you start examining me, why don’t you start off by explaining this situation to me first?”

“Alright.” She dragged a chair beside the bed and sat on it. “Where should I start?”

“Hmm, where are we?” I asked after sitting up.

“In a world that is not Earth.”

“How original.”

“Your classmates are also here and all of them are Heroes.”

“Oh, daring today, are we?”

“But they don’t know that you are their classmate because you are hiding your identity from them as you want to use them as your pawns.”

…

Wut?