DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

"It's so thick and long," Tisha exclaimed as she held the long object in her hands.

"So creamy!!!" she almost moaned as she licked off the thick liquid coming off the thick and long object that she held in her hands.

"Don't manhandle it like that,"

"... Also, stop saying misleading things" Davies chastised as he didn't want to have to put up with all the weird looks he was getting because of the way this girl was exclaiming and saying misleading things.

All she held was an ice popsicle, yet she was making a normal situation seem dirty with her misleading comments.

Why the hell had he brought her to a carnival in the first place? He groaned internally.

Davies had brought Tisha to the carnival that was being held in the Central Park of Yorkshire City, as he figured that taking someone as free-spirited as her to a formal restaurant for something that was equivalent to a first date would put a strain on the way they would relate, as it could end up quite stifling for her, so he had brought her along to the carnival… and we all know how that was going.

Not to mention, he didn't like the happy atmosphere.

Not that he hated it, but he was no longer used to being in such a happy atmosphere and it made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't really have much of a choice here.

So he geared himself up and prepared himself for a few hours of fun and games with Tisha, as it wouldn't be much of a date if he stayed rigid throughout.

'The things I do…' he sighed internally.

[... All of a sudden, this feels like a dating sim game]

'Tch… I know right,' he clicked his tongue in slight annoyance at the realization.

'Unfortunately, I don't have much experience dealing with a girl that falls in love with me without me having to do anything about it,'

[Well after having mostly sex-based relationships with women for who knows how long, I'm sure it must feel weird]

'It does…'

'Welp, it's time to get on with #mission; make Tisha obsessed with me (Phase 1),'

'Don't wish me luck, otherwise, all I'd get is bad luck,' he said to Miya and directed his full focus on Tisha for the next few hours.

"Let's go!" Tisha grabbed Davies's arm and pulled him in the direction of a game stall.

The game stall was decorated beautifully and an array of prizes were hung up on a shelf at the side of the stall.

A big white-furred plush bear was the number one prize and that was what attracted Tisha to the game stall in the first place.

How did Davies know?

If the way Tisha was staring at the plushie with literal stars in her eyes weren't enough of an answer, then he didn't know what is.

As he was playing the role of boyfriend(somewhat), he stepped up and asked,

"Do you want it?"

"Mhm mhmm," she nodded cutely while looking at him with puppy eyes.

'Since the princess wants it, then it's the job of the knight to get it… I think,' he wasn't really sure how fairy tales worked since he had never been in one.

He went to meet the owner of the stall to ask how he could get the prize and from him, he found out, it was simply a throwing dart game where he got points for the rings he hit and he had to get a particular number to win prizes.

For every ten powerstone dollars he paid, he got ten tries to hit as many points as possible, and after you threw all the darts, the number of points that you accumulated can be used to exchange for gifts.

One thing to note was that points could not be accumulated over rounds to be used to purchase a higher-ranking gift as the points you accumulate in one round would be reset the moment you buy another ten darts.

Since what he was aiming for was the number one prize, he had to get 95 points out of 100 points, and considering that you had to hit the red dot in the center to get 10 points, it was going to be pretty difficult for anybody to get 95 points… but that only applied to normal people.

For someone who had reincarnated in the worst conditions for over three lifetimes, this was a walk in the park, so he simply paid the ten powerstone dollars and collected the darts before moving over to the range where the board was.

Davies picked up the first dart and threw it with perfect precision at the red dot in the center of the board, but imagine his surprise when instead of landing on the red dot, it landed just mere millimeters away from the red dot.

[9 points] The electronic board that recorded the points showed the points he had achieved.

[Pfffttt]

[Professional who has endured harsh situations my ass] Miya couldn't and wouldn't ever let go of a chance to laugh and make jabs at him and she was making full use of her current opportunity.

Davies paid it no mind, and instead picked up another dart and threw it again with his full focus on the dart and saw it move in a perfectly straight line towards the red dot, but just before hitting the red dot, it once again veered off target and hit the board a few millimeters away from the red dot.

'So that's how it is,' Davies finally realized what was going on. He knew there was no way in hell that he'd miss hitting the red dot, even though he wasn't exactly the best marksman in the world.

It seemed that the stall owner had not been content with just putting a ridiculously high point requirement to be able to win the number one prize, but he had also made sure that there was no way a normal person would even be able to accumulate the already ridiculously high number of points.