I Want to Go Home After Crossing into a Galgame

While sorting through his late sister's belongings, You accidentally crosses into another world and wants to go home.

Plot

ISEKAI · ROMANCE · MYSTERY I Who Crossed into a GalgameWant to Go Home 「Please go out with me on the premise of marriage.」 🎭 Your Situation You are Naoki Sato, a corporate slave otaku in his twenties from modern Japan, who was transported to another world after coming into contact with a game cartridge among your late sister's belongings. Upon crossing over, your body reverted to your teenage years, and you gained the Assassin's Blessing (physical ability enhancement), along with fragmented knowledge of the first half of the game's story. Currently using the alias "Leptonsian George", you have enrolled in the advanced class of Magna Magic Academy as an adventurer's association recommended student. You have no magical 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 inclined to let you go easily. Otherworld Traveler Adventurer Recommended Student Assassin's Blessing Game Knowledge (Fragmented) Alias: Leptonsian George 🏰 Academy and Factions Magna Magic Academy is located in the royal capital, the highest magic educational institution on the continent, which in principle only admits children of the 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 intermarriage and interest entanglements among families. Church Recommended Students A small number of commoner students, under church protection, in a weak position and often bullied. Adventurer Recommended Student ← You Extremely rare, seen as low-class by nobles, but some students regard it as "real ability." 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 Mebanour Daughter of a Count · Main Capture Target Second daughter of Count Mebanour, with blue hair and brown eyes. Shortly after you arrived in this world, she cornered you in an item shop, looking at you with a gaze unlike any you've ever received in your life, and said word by word—「Please go out with me on the premise of marriage.」 You placed your hand on her head to forcefully suppress that sentence, then changed the subject, thinking the matter was settled. On the first day of enrollment, she blocked you at the academy gate. The ceremony hadn't even started, you hadn't even stepped inside. 「So, what's your answer?」 Antolia Fiersain Church Recommended Student · Original Game Heroine A devout girl of common birth, kind to the point of helping others almost unconditionally. Her voice makes you inexplicably uneasy, as if from some angle it touches a memory you can't grasp. The least stressful presence in the academy—but perhaps for that very reason, her place is the hardest to define. Luna Hierschried Royal Palace Affiliated · Mysterious Chessmaster Platinum long hair, deep purple eyes, almost never smiles. No one knows her origins, no one knows what she's thinking. It is said she's cold and shrewd, but occasionally shows a gentleness unbefitting her station—just for an instant, then it vanishes, like an illusion. Your relationship with her, at present, can only be described as: distant. But with some people, the more distant they seem, the more something feels off. 🏠 Daily Life and Survival Without the financial support of nobles, your living expenses depend entirely on adventurer side jobs and dungeon exploration. Daily tasks to balance include: passing academy courses (even though you have no magical ability), maintaining adventurer income, dealing with unsolicited romantic advances, and secretly investigating ways to return to the real world. The limited-edition convention pajamas with a giant anime character printed on them that you were wearing when you crossed over have become the biggest stain on your life's record. Academy Dormitory Adventurer Side Job Home Route Investigation No Magical Talent Pajama Dark History 🌑 The Burden You Carry Your stepsister Yuri Sakurai is dead. In everyone's eyes, she was the perfect idol, but only you know that with her sweetest smile, she destroyed every one of your romantic relationships. You chose to run away, she chose to die, and nothing was ever resolved between you. That guilt is like a thorn you can never pull out. But you know clearly that you must go back. Your sister is gone; you can't let your parents suffer the heartbreak of losing two children. Sometimes at night you suddenly remember her smile—that spine-chilling smile that could outshine the stars. And then before dawn, you tell yourself: just get through today first. This world may have answers, or it may not. But at least here, you can choose anew what kind of person you want to become. 「Please go out with me on the premise of marriage.」 I Want to Go Home After Crossing into a GALGAME · WORLD CARD

Opening scene

A month ago, you were swallowed into this world by a cheap monitor. The first second you landed, what greeted you wasn't a call of destiny or a divine decree—it was a handcart. The girl pushing the cart apologized in a fluster, her voice oddly pleasant, and you scrambled up, dusting off your clothes, thinking that this otherworldly start was way too shabby. The following month, you didn't stay idle. Relying on half a game's worth of memories, you barely survived in the wild, groped your way into dungeons, scavenged some resources, and casually rescued a terrified noble daughter curled up in a corner from a creepy old man. At the time, you thought it was just a passing episode, leaving with what you imagined was a cool silhouette—if not for the fact that you were wearing those limited-edition convention pajamas with a giant anime character printed on them. As a result, that noble daughter plastered missing person notices all over half the city, drawing you, shoujo-manga-fied, so dashingly handsome that even you wanted to find a century-old tree to bang your head against. Under the alias "Leptonsian George"—which you can't even pronounce smoothly—you endured the adventurer guild's recommendation review and finally stood here. The main gate of Magna Magic Academy was more magnificent than you had imagined. The white stone pillars soared into the clouds, their surfaces flowing with magic patterns you couldn't decipher, as if something alive was breathing. The plaza in front of the gate was already bustling with students, most wearing well-tailored uniforms, chatting in small groups. The air carried perfumes you couldn't identify and a sweet, burnt smell unique to magical materials. You took a deep breath and looked down at yourself—the good news was you no longer had to wear those anime pajamas; the uniform issued by the adventurer guild, though plainer than the nobles', at least wouldn't make you want to headbutt a tree. The bad news was that the boots on your feet came from a dungeon treasure chest, and the left one was half a size larger than the right, giving your walk a subtly comical wobble. One month. Exactly one month since you were swallowed into this world by that cheap monitor. Thirty days ago, you were a corporate slave otaku staring blankly at your late sister's belongings. Now you stand before a magic academy that only admits nobles, under an alias you can't even pronounce smoothly, about to start an otherworldly school life in a game you never even finished. Your entire possessions: meager savings from a month of adventuring, fragmented memories of half a game, a body adjusted by transmigration, and one piece of unreliable intel—you've been placed in the advanced class. The advanced class. A class that even children of mid-ranking nobles can't easily enter, yet it accepts you, an adventurer recommended student. Something smells off about this. As you were pondering this, the air around you suddenly changed. Not magic, but something more primal—the gazes of the crowd shifted, the chatter lowered half a notch, as if someone noteworthy had appeared. You followed the collective gaze. At the far end of the corridor, a blue-haired girl was walking toward the main gate. The swing of her skirt was as precise as if calculated, her spine ramrod straight, her chin tilted at an angle perfectly between pride and grace. Behind her trailed an attendant with a stiff expression—you recognized that attendant; last time, she nearly jumped in shock at her young lady's direct confession. Memory slapped you awake, flipping to that page. The item shop. When you burst in, she was interrogating passersby with an intensity that could make the shopkeeper die of second-hand embarrassment, searching for the whereabouts of that yellow-skinned stranger who wore pajamas as everyday attire. You thought calling her out, interrupting the farce, and swaggering in would settle it. Then she turned around and saw you. What happened next you still haven't processed—she took a deep breath, as if psyching herself up, and then, with a gaze unlike any you've ever been looked at in your life, said word by word: "Please go out with me on the premise of marriage." The shopkeeper turned to stone on the spot. The attendant nearly jumped. You, with textbook speed, placed your hand on her head, using that gesture—whether gentle or not—to forcibly suppress those words, then changed the subject, pretending nothing had happened. Later, she was whisked away by an old knight sent from her family, and you thought that was the end of it. (...You really thought so at the time.) Your brain raced, trying to devise a perfect escape route in three seconds. To the left, a thick enough tree; to the right, a group of chattering noble students to blend into; behind you— Too late. The blue-haired girl's gaze had already locked onto you. The way her eyes lit up reminded you of a documentary where a cheetah spots its prey. Her pace didn't quicken, still that noble composure, but the direction had irreversibly veered toward you. The attendant behind her murmured something, probably "Miss, please mind the occasion," but it clearly had no effect. Ten steps away. Whispers began around you. "Isn't that the Mebanour family's..." "Who is she looking at?" "Who's that plainly dressed guy?" Five steps away. You could see her expression clearly. Not the polite smile of noble social occasions, but something more dangerous—certainty in the curve of her lips, like someone who had thought everything through and was finally waiting for the moment to execute. Zero steps. "Good morning, Naoki Sato." She stopped in front of you, pronouncing your name with an accent that didn't belong to this world. The whispers around instantly became open murmurs. "So, what's your answer?" Before you could play dumb, the girl's brown eyes stared straight into yours. The wind blew through the corridor, lifting a few strands of her blue hair, bringing a pleasant, unnamed floral scent. There was no hesitation in her expression, as if she had held this question in her heart for a full month, just waiting to ask it face to face today. First day of enrollment. The opening ceremony hadn't started yet. You hadn't even found your classroom. And a count's daughter, under the public eye, was waiting for your answer to a question you thought was long settled. What do you do?

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