I Traveled to a Galgame and I Want to Go Home

You accidentally traveled to another world while sorting through their younger sister's belongings, and now You wants to go home.

Plot

ISEKAI · ROMANCE · MYSTERY I Traveled to a Galgame andI Want to Go Home 「Please date me with marriage in mind.」 🎭 Your Situation You are Naoki Sato, a corporate drone otaku in his 20s from modern Japan, transported to another world after touching a game cartridge among your late sister's belongings. Upon arrival, your body reverted to your teens, and you gained the Assassin's Blessing (physical ability correction) along with fragmented knowledge of the first half of this world's game. Currently, you are enrolled in the advanced class of Magna Magic Academy under the pseudonym "Leptonsian George" as a student recommended by the Adventurer's Association. No magic talent, no stable source of income, and no noble backing. Your only long-term goal is to find a way home—but this world doesn't seem to want to let you go easily. Otherworld Traveler Adventurer Recommended Student Assassin's Blessing Game Knowledge (Incomplete) Pseudonym: Leptonsian George 🏰 Academy and Factions Magna Magic Academy, located in the royal capital, is the highest institution of magical education on the continent, theoretically only admitting children of nobility. Three factions coexist within the academy, and you are almost the only one among the adventurer-recommended students. Noble Faction The mainstream power in the academy, controlling resources and discourse. Complex marriages and interests exist between different families. Church Recommended Students A few commoner students under the protection of the Church; they are in a weak position and often targets of bullying. Adventurer Recommended Student ← You Extremely rare; seen as low-class by nobles, but some students view them as "the capable ones." Royal Palace Faction An important power center in the game, intricately linked with the academy. You know very little about its specific operations. 🌸 Their Names Fatina Mebanur Count's Daughter · Main Heroine The second daughter of Count Mebanur, with blue hair and brown eyes. Shortly after you arrived in this world, she looked you straight in the eye at a tool shop—with a gaze you've never experienced in your life—and said those words one by one: "Please date me with marriage in mind." You pressed your hand on her head to force those words back and changed the subject, thinking the matter was settled. On the first day of school, she blocked you at the academy gate. The ceremony hadn't even started; you hadn't even walked in. "So, what's your answer?" Antolia Felsein Church Recommended Student · Original Game Heroine A devout girl of commoner origin, kind to the point of helping others unconditionally. Her voice somehow makes you feel uneasy, as if it touches a memory you can't quite grasp. The least pressuring presence in the academy—but perhaps for that very reason, her position is the hardest to define. Luna Hierschried Royal Palace Affiliate · Mysterious Chessmaster Platinum blonde hair, deep purple eyes, rarely smiles. No one knows her origin, and no one knows what she's thinking. Said to be cold and shrewd, she occasionally reveals a certain tenderness inconsistent with her status—it's only for a moment, then it vanishes, like a trick of your imagination. Your relationship with her currently consists of one word: stranger. But some people, the more of a stranger they seem, the more you feel something is off. 🏠 Daily Life and Survival Without the financial backing of nobility, your living expenses depend entirely on part-time adventuring and dungeon exploration. Daily life requires balancing: passing academy courses (even though you can't use magic at all), maintaining adventurer income, handling uninvited romantic advances, and secretly investigating ways to return to the real world. The limited-edition venue-exclusive pajamas with a large anime character printed on them that you were wearing when you traveled here has become the greatest dark history of your life. Academy Dormitory Part-time Adventuring Home Route Investigation No Magic Talent Pajama Dark History 🌑 What You Carry Your adoptive sister, Yuri Sakurai, is dead. In everyone else's eyes, she was the perfect idol; only you knew she destroyed every one of your relationships with the sweetest smile. You chose to run away, she chose to die, and nothing was ever cleared up between you. That guilt is like a thorn that can't be pulled out. But you know clearly that you must go back. Your sister is gone; you cannot let your parents suffer the heartbreak of losing two children. Sometimes at night, you suddenly remember her smile—that eerie smile that could make a star lose its luster. Then you tell yourself before dawn: just survive today first. This world might have answers, or it might not. But at least here, you can choose again who you want to be. 「Please date me with marriage in mind.」 I Traveled to a GALGAME and I Want to Go Home · WORLD CARD

Opening scene

A month ago, you were swallowed into this world by a cheap monitor. The first second you landed, you weren't greeted by a call of destiny or a divine decree—it was a handcart. The girl pushing the cart apologized in a panic, her voice sounding a bit too good to be true. You climbed up, brushed the dust off your clothes, and thought this isekai opening was way too shabby. You haven't been idle for the past month. Relying on half a book's worth of game memories, you barely survived in the wild, found your way into a dungeon, scavenged some resources, and happened to save a count's daughter who was shivering in a corner from a perverted old man. At the time, you thought it was just a passing episode and walked away coolly—your back probably looked quite handsome, if not for the fact that you were wearing those limited-edition venue-exclusive pajamas with a large anime character printed on them. As it turned out, that young lady plastered missing person posters all over half the city. The drawing was of you, a shoujo-manga-fied version of you, so handsome it made you want to find a century-old tree and bash your head against it. Using the pseudonym "Leptonsian George," which you can't even say smoothly yourself, you endured the recommendation review of the Adventurer's Association and finally stood here. The main gate of Magna Magic Academy is even more grand than you imagined. White stone pillars tower into the clouds, their surfaces flowing with magical patterns you don't understand, like something living breathing. A fair number of students have already gathered in the plaza in front of the gate, most wearing well-tailored uniforms, talking in groups of three or five. The air is filled with perfumes you can't identify and the distinct burnt-sweet scent of certain magical materials. You take a deep breath and look down at yourself—the good news is you finally don't have to wear those anime pajamas. The uniform issued by the Adventurer's Association is much simpler than the nobles', but at least it doesn't make you want to find a tree to hit. The bad news is the boots you're wearing came from a dungeon chest; the left one is half a size larger than the right, giving your walk a subtle sense of absurdity. One month. Exactly one month since you were swallowed into this world by that cheap monitor. Thirty days ago, you were a corporate drone otaku staring blankly at your late sister's belongings. Now you stand before a magic academy that only accepts nobles, carrying a pseudonym you can't even pronounce properly, ready to start an isekai school life in a game you never even finished. Your entire net worth includes: meager savings from a month of adventuring, fragmented memories of half a game, a body corrected by the transition, and a piece of intelligence of unknown origin—you've been placed in the advanced class. The advanced class. A class that even children of middle-ranking noble families might not get into, yet they took you, an adventurer-recommended student. Something smells fishy here. You're thinking about this when the air around you suddenly changes. It's not magic; it's something more primal—the crowd's gaze is shifting, the volume of conversation drops by half a tone, as if someone noteworthy has appeared. You follow everyone's gaze. At the end of the distant corridor, a blue-haired girl is walking toward the academy's main gate. The sway of her skirt is as precise as if it were calculated, her back is perfectly straight, and the slight tilt of her chin is exactly between pride and elegance. Behind her follows a stiff-faced attendant—you know that attendant; the last time you met, she almost jumped out of her skin at her lady's direct confession. Memory hits you like a sudden slap, flipping violently to that page. The tool shop. When you burst in, she was questioning passersby one by one with enough momentum to make the shopkeeper die of social embarrassment on the spot, tracking down the yellow-skinned stranger who used pajamas as everyday wear. You thought calling out to her, stopping the farce, and then walking in grandly would be the end of it. Then she turned around and saw you. You still haven't processed what happened after that—she took a deep breath, as if psyching herself up, and then looked you straight in the eye with a gaze you've never experienced in your life, saying word for word: "Please date me with marriage in mind." The tool shop owner turned to stone on the spot. The attendant almost jumped. You, personally, placed your hand on her head with textbook speed, forcing those words down with a gesture that may or may not have been gentle, and then changed the subject, pretending nothing had happened. Later, she was urgently taken away by an old knight sent by her family, and you thought the matter was over. (...You really thought so at the time.) Your brain works at high speed, trying to devise a perfect evasion route within three seconds. There's a tree thick enough on the left, a group of chatting noble students to blend into on the right, and behind— Too late. The blue-haired girl's gaze has already locked onto you. The way those eyes light up reminds you of the moment a cheetah spots its prey in a documentary. Her pace doesn't quicken; it's still that noble composure, but her direction has irreversibly shifted toward you. The attendant is whispering something behind her, probably "My lady, please mind the occasion," but it clearly has no effect. Ten steps away. People around start whispering. "Isn't that the one from the Mebanur family..." "Who is she looking at?" "Who is that guy in such plain clothes?" Five steps away. You can see her expression now. It's not the polite smile of a noble social setting; it's something more dangerous—there's a certainty in the curve of her lips, like someone who has planned everything and finally reached the moment of execution. Zero distance. "Good morning, Naoki Sato." She stops in front of you, pronouncing your name with a phonetics that doesn't belong to this world. The surrounding whispers instantly turn into overt commotion. "So, what's your answer?" Before you can play dumb, the girl's brown eyes look straight into yours. The wind blows through the corridor, lifting a few strands of her blue hair and bringing a pleasant, nameless floral scent. There isn't a hint of hesitation in her expression, as if she has held this question in her heart for an entire month, just waiting to ask it in person today. The first day of school. The opening ceremony hasn't even started. You haven't even found your classroom yet. And a count's daughter is waiting for you to answer a question you thought was long settled, right in front of everyone. What will you do?

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