“Storage Vault!! Storage Vault!”
《The player’s storage vault still hasn’t fully responded to your command—》
“Shut up!! I don’t have the hobby of making girls follow me around like this!! Obey me, storage vault! Open!! Or I’ll smash you to pieces!!! Spell deployment, ‘Heian Declaration Curse Command!!'”
“Kyah!”
At the same time, the three disaster girls let out small screams.
“I command you, open.”
《What!? Did you expand the spell to the system itself!? The curse, the king—huff, player, you are indeed…!》
A low, irritated hum, like the growl of a displeased golden retriever, echoed. A hole opened in the void.
“Storage vault, give me clothes!”
“Wait, Curse, are you possibly…?”
“Is that… spatial interference through magic?”
“The demon realm…?”
The three naked girls stood there, dumbfounded.
But there was no time for that! There’s the ancient mask! There must be something else in here!
With my obsessive item-collecting habit after completing two rounds of the Life Field, my storage vault must have something useful—
I reached in and felt something—
《Item retrieved: ‘Combat Attire of the Twilight’ ×3 ※ This is Guild Battle Gear》
“There it is!”
What I pulled out was a black streetwear-style outfit: a matching set of a hoodie and sweatpants, along with high-tech black sneakers.
These were unique items from Life Field, a game world with a strange blend of fluffy medieval fantasy and sci-fi elements.
“Put this on—”
Buzz! A loud beeping sound, and an X-mark appeared over the clothes I was holding.
《This item is registered for users: ‘Snow,’ ‘Calamity King †nana†,’ and ‘Longinus Ishii’》
“Oh.”
Memories of my youth came flooding back.
It’s only been a month since the game’s release.
But I remember playing in Life Field’s online multiplayer with friends—memories of those battles with my guild.
Large-scale PvE raids and chaotic PvP battles, full of annoying, broken mechanics.
This outfit was the uniform we designed together as a guild during that time.
“Unregister all user locks! Here, wear it, put it on!”
There’s no time for hesitation! Sorry, everyone, but as the guild master, I’m borrowing these!
“Eh, uh, th-thank you so much, my king, this is… huh, this fabric… this sensation…”
“My lord, is this… could it be woven with mithril and orichalcum!? Th-this fiber material is something that only a handful of legendary dwarven blacksmiths could craft in history…”
“Hehe, so smooth and comfy… but, it’s too big?”
“Ah, it’s made of a special material. It’ll resize to fit your body, so just hurry and put it on. You’re… a little too distracting without clothes.”
“O-oh, Curse, sorry for that… but, wow, this is really… nice…”
“Ahaha, it’s strange, Curse, the way your cold eyes… the way they look at me… it’s so…”
“Hehe, Curse is looking down on me with such disdain… it makes me feel hot…”
The moment I handed them the clothes, the fabric seemed to meld perfectly with their skin, automatically adjusting to fit them.
I vaguely remember something about the Life Field lore—something about a lost super-civilization from the past—but I’ve been too focused on building characters and fighting to recall the details.
“Snow sure was obsessed with lore back then,” I muttered nostalgically, watching the girls, now dressed in their outfits.
“Incredible… magic protection, enhanced spells… and so light…”
“Not just that… it seems our cursed aura has lessened. I feel something akin to a divine blessing.”
“Hehe, I’m supposed to be hated by the gods, but this doesn’t give me any tingling sensations. And it looks so cool…”
Whoa, this is amazing.
Before me was a scene straight out of a street fashion show, with the girls looking striking in their sleek, black outfits.
Real beauties in dark-themed attire sure look cool.
…Oh no, gotta get back into my villain role. Whew, the shock of their nudity threw me off.
“These are yours now. Think of them as a token of being my comrades.”
“Curse, a gift from our king… not just a name, but clothes as well… Ah, so that’s what this means, Curse.”
“…Heh. Curse, I’m just a woman who only knows how to fight, how to search for ways to kill. And yet, you… how curious you are, my lord.”
“Hehehe, I’ve never received a gift from anyone before… This is a symbol of the bond between me and my master—I’ll never let anyone take it away.”
I don’t really know what they’re talking about, and it’s not a “bond” or anything.
It’s just standard equipment.
Well, at least they’re happy, so all’s good!
Still, they look really amazing in these clothes.
The outfits were hand-me-downs from my guild, but on them, they look stunning.
“Curse, this outfit of mine… is it snow-themed? Hehe, you’re not just strong and fearsome. I… I’m happy. It reminds me of my distant homeland.”
The white outfit had once belonged to ‘Snow.’ The snowflake design, running from the chest to the stomach, was a customization request from him.
“Curse, this outfit is incredible. I love it. Is this a dagger? Could it be one of the seven tools of the ancient magic god, Al, who predates even the Seven Great Gods? You know your history well.”
The scarlet outfit… that was Nana’s.
Her reaction reminds me of her—deeply into chūnibyō (middle school syndrome). I wonder how she’s doing now.
“Hehe, Curse’s design… cute. And mine… a crescent moon… I love the crescent moon too…”
The black one… belonged to Ishii.
Ishii… is he still stargazing, I wonder?
We once talked about having an offline camping trip, but it never happened.
I heard he’s working now. I hope he’s doing well at his job.
“Curse, thank you,” they all said in unison.
“Good. Heh, they say ‘the clothes make the man,’ after all.”
“Huh? ‘The clothes make the man’? Curse, what does that mean…?”
White tilted her head in confusion.
Ah, they understand the language, but not idioms.
“Never mind, it’s just a figure of speech. It’s nothing special, just some makeshift gear. Bear with it for now.”
“Curse… you made this, for me, with a snowflake design…”
“Curse, I’ll never forget what you’ve done for me… I’ll repay you with endless devotion and service.”
“Curse, I-I-I’ll do my best, okay? How many of your enemies’ heads should I bring you…?”
“Heh…”
Uh-oh, their expressions were turning scary again.
But—
“Curse, we, the Three Knights of Calamity, swear our allegiance to you,” they said together.
Wow, they really look like my subordinates now. Looks like my role as the charismatic villain was a success. Yes!
Heh, I yearn to know the taste of defeat.
“Curse, you gave us names, clothes,” one of them said.
“Curse, you gave us a reason to live,” said another.
“Curse, you gave us a bond,” said the third.
Hmm, I only gave them names and clothes, but… I guess it’s better not to correct them.
I’m good at reading social cues, after all.
“Therefore, Curse, from this moment on, our lives, our entire being, are yours.”
“Please tell us your desire, and we shall fulfill it, even at the cost of our lives.”
My desire?
Wait… now that I think about it…
I wanted to role-play as a villain in this other world.
That’s for sure.
But, if I had to gather comrades and do something…
“Curse, please, tell us your wish. We want to share in your dream,” they implored.
“Even if it means destroying the world, as long as it’s with you,” they added.
I had forgotten.
These girls are the real deal—genuine evil, utterly crazy.
I’m not exactly planning to destroy the world, at least for now.
But… wait a second.
Could this be…?
“Please, give us your command, master of our curse,” they said.
…Could this be my chance for a grand villainous reveal event?
