The Male Lead Is Obsessed With My Health Chapter 394

Chloe—no, the fake who had possessed Chloe—could not adapt to the situation unfolding before her eyes.

Modern times? Here? Suddenly?

‘What is this book, anyway?’

Lord Cheyen—no. That bastard Cheyen—what on earth did he give me?!

If being possessed by a game had been nothing more than a midsummer night’s dream and everything had returned to normal, that would have been one thing—but this wasn’t that.

Modern times, returned to in Chloe’s body.

‘…Can this really be called “returning”?’

And on top of that, what appeared before the fake’s eyes was her real body.

“Why… why am I over there……?”

Her mind panicked for a moment, unable to process the situation, turning completely blank.

If she’d been more rational, she would have immediately noticed how overly familiar this scene was, how closely it resembled a moment from the past—but fake Chloe wasn’t capable of such calm reasoning.

“That’s me? No, why am I……?”

And so her thoughts, grounded only in her own experience, spiraled into an extreme conclusion.

‘She stole my body!’

Just as she had stolen Chloe’s body, someone had stolen hers. Perhaps… the real Chloe.

[Ah, this game is really fun, but it’s a shame there aren’t many choices at the branching points. The characters are charming and everything else is great, but……]

When a voice—one that was unmistakably her own from a moment in the past—rang out, fake Chloe flinched.

At the same time, the status window flickered before her eyes.

【!Failure Penalty Applied!】
【The original owner of the body is returning】

As she gradually lost control over her body, fear seized her.

If that’s the real Chloe… what happens to me?

This can’t be it. Not like this. So meaninglessly.

Without even getting to do anything!

“Status window! Status window! Help me! You’re the ones who brought me here!”

She didn’t care if she looked insane—as long as she could escape this situation.

 

 

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I thought she’d completely lost it, but apparently not.

Watching Chloe shriek at the top of her lungs, I clicked my tongue.

I’d been thinking of snatching that book away since it clearly seemed important—but with her making such a scene, I couldn’t get close.

[Ah, I wish I could be possessed into a game like a romance fantasy. That would be so much fun……]

Then, once again, the voice echoed.

Letters began writing themselves into the book again.

‘……!’

At the same time, I felt the unseen membrane enveloping me and fake Chloe change in nature, blending into the background.

And then I understood.

This “old book” was actively rewriting reality in real time.

‘Divinity.’

There’s only one thing capable of something like this.

That bastard Cheyen—what the hell did he give her?

Just then, more letters appeared on the book’s cover. Fake Chloe seemed too busy yelling at the status window to notice, but I saw it clearly.

[IF Special Side Story. If Chloe were possessed by a modern■■…]

“If Chloe were possessed by a modern person,” huh?

Ah. So that’s it—“What if Chloe had been possessed by a modern human?” That explains this situation perfectly.

Of course, I was an extreme original-canon purist who didn’t acknowledge IFs or AUs—but when it came to side stories, the more the better.

And I became certain of one thing.

‘That book cannot stay in fake Chloe’s hands.’

I didn’t know exactly what it was, but first things first—I had to secure that book.

“Status window! Status—”

“Hey. Let go of that.”

I walked toward the still-screaming fake Chloe and held out my hand.

“N-no.”

“Then do you want to get hit and hand it over?”

“H-how can you say something so violent?!”

“What are you talking about? You’re a murderer.”

At my words, fake Chloe’s eyes widened as if she’d been struck.

“M-me-me-me? Why am I a murderer……?”

The nerve of her, pretending to be innocent now. Did she have the memory of a goldfish?

“You tried to kill me. You stabbed someone with a knife and you’re saying you’re not a murderer?”

“B-but you’re an NPC! And you didn’t even die!”

“You’re still on about NPCs? Hey, do I really look like an NPC to you right now? And just because I didn’t die, does that erase the fact you tried to kill me? You’re a criminal—at the very least, attempted murder.”

When I stared at her with cold contempt, fake Chloe flinched.

I took the opportunity to snatch the book—but her grip wouldn’t loosen.

This bitch. You think you’re the only one with strength?

My grip strength, honed through years of exercise, was no joke either. I was reborn, remember?

When things didn’t go her way, the fake shrieked wildly.

“If you—if you hadn’t cornered me like this, none of this would have happened!”

“Ha. You really won’t admit you’re wrong until the very end, huh.”

“What did I even do wrong?!”

That was it. The tiny shred of humanity I had left vanished completely.

‘I don’t know how Chloe ended up having her body stolen by trash like this, but……’

Up until now, I’d been holding back because it was Chloe’s body—but as long as the body itself stayed intact, did it really matter?

I stopped hesitating and beat her down with facts.

“Attempted murder. Theft. Fraud. And probably a lot more. Trash like you never stops at just one crime.”

“Y-you got proof?”

“You’re saying it yourself. That’s the proof.”

“……”

The way she clamped her mouth shut, clearly out of arguments, pissed me off.

Yeah. Sorry. My fault. Those words—she’d never say them, even if hell froze over.

“‘I didn’t know,’ ‘I didn’t mean to,’ ‘that wasn’t my intention.’ Saying that—does it erase your fault? Why are you playing the victim when you’re the one who attacked first?”

“I-I’m a victim too!”

“How are you a victim? Because you just did what the status window told you to?”

She froze.

Hitting the mark dead-on must’ve shut her up—her silence was almost funny.

“What a joke.”

“……”

“Don’t hand your life over to someone else. Face reality properly. You’re in this situation entirely because of your choices.”

Fake Chloe glared at me, eyes brimming with tears.

“…Everyone does it. It’s not just me.”

“So what if everyone does? It’s your life. You make the choices. Do you set your conscience and morals based on other people? Are ethics a rubber band to you?”

“I’m different from you! I’m the protagonist! I’m special! I was chosen!”

“Bullshit. You’re a modern person—how did you end up soaked in a chosen-one complex? Were you born in the Middle Ages?”

And then—

“Hey. The protagonist is me now.”

I corrected the misinformation.

“N-no! I’m the protagonist! If I’m not the protagonist, I’ll die……!”

Fake Chloe panted, accusing me with a look of pure shock.

“If I die, then you—you become a murderer.”

“What are you talking about? You getting punished doesn’t make me a murderer.”

If a death-row inmate commits suicide, is the witness responsible?

“Be honest. When you thought something was wrong, did you ever try to fix it?”

The golden eyes I once thought were so beautifully radiant trembled unpleasantly. It was Chloe’s body—so why did it look so ugly now?

“…If this book is completed, then both of us can stay in modern times, right?”

Realizing she was at a disadvantage, the fake tried to change the subject.

“You’re a possessor too. Don’t you miss home? I miss it so much. My parents must miss me too. If—if I die, my parents……”

“You chose to abandon them. You chose possession.”

When that didn’t work, she clung to me desperately.

“You—you must miss them too. You have family, right? Don’t you miss them? Don’t you want to see them?”

“Family… yeah. I had some.”

A mother whose own life mattered more than mine, and a father who thought that mother was the most important person in the world—people I’d hoped would feel at least a little regret after I died.

Beyond the blurred cityscape, I vaguely spotted what looked like a performance poster.

Hmm. One of my mother’s students, maybe. Looks like they’re doing well.

“You miss them too, don’t you?”

Seeing them regret things might be interesting, I guess.

But so what? What would be the point now?

“I have no attachment to this place.”

I wasn’t denying that this was where my soul’s roots lay—but this wasn’t the world I belonged in.

This world didn’t have Sione’s mom, who died to save me.

It didn’t have my dad, who repeated tens of thousands of regressions just to keep me alive.

It didn’t have Mehen’s mom, who raised me no matter the worldline.

And most of all—

This world didn’t have Pession.

So why would I ever come back here?

That was when it happened.

As if shocked by my cold words, the fake—who’d been trembling pitifully—suddenly moved.

“Hey!”

She snatched the book and tried to run.

But—

“Where do you think you’re going?”

I grabbed her quickly—running a little wasn’t enough to knock me over anymore.

Riiip—

The book tore.

Thud.

“N-nooo—!”

The fake fell backward, clutching half the book.

Bzzzt—bzzzz—

As the book was completely torn apart, the modern scenery around us began to crackle with noise, like static.

As if the connection itself were failing.

That was when—

“…Arellin.”

A quiet voice called my name.

Not the shrill screaming from before.

My friend’s voice—the one I’d been trying so desperately to get back.

Ah. She’s back.

Chloe looked thinner, worn down—but her atmosphere was completely different now. She smiled brightly at me.

“I’m glad you’re alive.”

The real Chloe had returned.