Lulu Lu returned to the exact moment Lily Liu’s hope in her had utterly shattered—the starting point of the latest save.

A flicker of disorientation passed through her, just like during previous reloads. Then, the strange god’s message reappeared in her mind:

[Innocence is a deadly flaw for a yandere. Break your mental constraints. Be bolder.]

[Still, congratulations—you’ve unlocked the bad ending: “The Naive Yandere Who Dug Her Own Grave.” Keep trying, little sister Lulu Lu.]

“From now on, Lulu… I don’t like you anymore.”

Tears streamed down Lily Liu’s face as she declared this resolute words angrily. Yet Lulu Lu’s reaction was oddly calm.

“Oh? Lily doesn’t like me anymore? How… saddening.”

She replied half-heartedly. Then, without another word, she left the room—leaving Lily utterly stunned.

The fourth attempt had begun, but Lulu’s focus wasn’t on her childhood friend.

It wasn’t intentional. Hearing the same lines twice lacked the first-time impact. Knowing exactly how Lily would react next drained all desire to engage.

Whether gentle comfort or furious scolding—her childhood friend wouldn’t respond. So… let her be.

Lulu had far more urgent matters: finding an alternative to the sick-leave plan, resolving the school issue, freeing herself from future worries.

More precisely—her true goal was the path to the [Normal] ending.

Only then could she fulfill the “normal” ending the strange god mentioned, then restart from other save points.

Otherwise, she’d be trapped forever restarting from this moment—when Lily no longer liked her. Pure torment. She longed to escape it, to return to a timeline where they still cherished each other.

Back in her room, Lulu took out her notebook, crossed out every sick-leave-related plan, turned to a fresh page, and picked up her pen.

Crisis consumed her completely.

Only thirty-six hours remained. She *had* to find a solution.

Her hand hovered, eager to write—then hesitated. A single ink blot stained the page.

She stared at it blankly. Nearly an hour passed.

When she snapped out of it, the pen cap was clenched between her teeth, faint tooth marks visible.

She *did* have this anxious habit—chewing things. Corrected firmly in elementary school. Rarely resurfaced… except under extreme stress.

“What should I do…”

She sighed.

The sick-note plan was naive—just as the god said. One verification call would expose everything. Even if unnoticed temporarily, it was only a stopgap. It could never fulfill her deepest wish: to be with Lily Liu forever.

No choice. She needed a new way.

…

Time flew.

Night fell. Moonlight rose.

The otherworld’s moon glowed with a faint blue hue. Pale cerulean light streamed through the villa’s floor-to-ceiling window, touching a corner of her desk.

There, a cute, charming girl dozed lightly—Lulu Lu, who’d pondered all afternoon and evening.

Her notebook was a mess of scribbles and revisions. The pen lay beside it, ink visibly depleted.

After long thought, she drafted three possible plans.

Option One: Go all in. Take Lily Liu and their savings, run away from Citrus City, start anew elsewhere.

She’d already planned to elope with Lily someday—why wait for college?

Act on impulse. Very *her*.

The plan seemed reckless. Honestly? It *was*.

Ignoring how to control Lily outside, or how two inexperienced middle schoolers would survive society—their parents reporting them missing alone would give Lulu a major headache. She’d need to stay hidden. Discovery meant instant game over.

Yet police weren’t her biggest worry.

The nation she lived in—the White Lily Republic—lacked Earth’s China-level stability. Regional gaps were stark: safe south, dangerous north.

Citrus City, nestled beside the capital, ranked among the nation’s safest model cities. Girls walked streets safely at midnight. Other cities? Different story.

Gangs roamed freely there—murder, arson, extortion. Slums teemed with shady characters, perfect hideouts for undocumented residents.

Slip inside. Avoid the darkness. Live quietly with her beloved Lily—a life perhaps hard, but long.

Far-fetched? Maybe. But feasible. If all went smoothly, her funds could sustain them for *very* long.

She controlled over 1.2 million. Asking her sister early for this month’s allowance would add 50,000.

Half sat in her bank account; half in a mobile payment app akin to Earth’s Alipay. Transfer everything to the app—carry 1.2 million+ securely on her phone. No safety fears. No remote freeze risk.

One critical issue remained: What if Lily resisted?

Simple. Make resistance impossible.

Drug her. Pack her in a suitcase. Carry her away.

Brutally straightforward. Just like Lulu’s plan.