CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 151: PROPOSAL OF MADNESS: THE PEACE TABLE

Abandoned Student Council Room, Royal Academy – Dawn After Rooftop Armageddon.

Rei slumped against a cracked wall, bandages wrapped around his ribs, frosting still stuck in his hair from last night’s Explosion Kiss Fiasco. His expression could only be described as "a man who has been through too much, but still owed rent to the gods."

In front of him, the ruined old student council room lay covered in dust, cobwebs, and the faint smell of mildew. The long mahogany table in the center leaned slightly to the left, one chair leg was chewed by rats, and the chandelier above looked ready to crush whoever had the worst karma.

And yet—Rei had chosen this forsaken chamber as the most important location of his second life.

Because today... he would attempt peace.

Peace with five yanderes who had literally tried to kill him twelve hours ago.

[System Notification: Welcome to the Dumbest Mission Yet.]

[System Mission: Convene the Peace Summit.]

[Failure Penalty: You die. Violently. In surround sound.]

[Honestly, I hope they do kill you. Less work for me.]

Rei smacked the side of his head. "Don’t sass me when I’m already traumatized!"

[That’s literally my job.]

He groaned and set out the seating arrangements he had scavenged: mismatched chairs stolen from classrooms, a stack of moldy cushions, and for Rosette—an office chair bolted to the floor, so she couldn’t roll closer with traps. For Seraphina, he placed a hymnbook and a cross. For Drakana, a flame-proof cushion. For Lilia, a bouquet of fake flowers (he checked for knives twice). And for Emilia... he didn’t bother. She’d just bring her own parasol anyway.

It looked less like a peace summit and more like a daycare playdate where everyone had access to murder weapons.

Still, Rei whispered a silent prayer. "Please, gods. Let them negotiate like civilized adults. Let them not—"

The door exploded.

BOOM.

Smoke billowed. Dust rained from the ceiling. The chandelier swung ominously.

Drakana stomped through first, towering in scaled battle armor, her horns glinting and her grin wide. "WHERE IS MY GROOM?!"

Rei raised a trembling hand. "P-Present. And alive. Somehow."

Behind her, Seraphina glided in, robes immaculate, choir nuns flanking her like an execution squad. Her halo crackled ominously. "This place reeks of sin. Perfect for repentance."

Rosette followed in silence, her eyes glimmering behind her glasses as she flicked open her notebook. Snap. Snap. Snap. Rei swore each sound was a guillotine on his soul.

Lilia drifted in next, veil trailing across the cracked floor like a funeral shroud. She clasped her hands over her chest and sighed. "Ah... an intimate chamber for my honeymoon meeting. How thoughtful, husband."

And finally—Emilia. She didn’t blast the door or summon angels or traps. She simply entered with elegance, parasol twirling, her smile saying: I orchestrated all of this, and you fell into it.

Rei stood. His knees wobbled. "Welcome... to the Peace Summit!"

[System Alert: Audience Hostility Level = 500%]

[System Tip: Try not to die in the first two minutes.]

The five yanderes circled the table, glaring at each other with nuclear-level hostility. Sparks literally crackled in the air. The abandoned room vibrated as if it knew it couldn’t contain this much jealousy.

Rei cleared his throat, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "So! Objective one—stop the murder attempts! Objective two—let me breathe past the age of twenty-one! Objective three—find... peace?"

The silence that followed was so heavy, he swore he could hear the dust mites laughing at him.

Seraphina slammed her hymnbook. "Peace? With heretics? The only peace is in holy matrimony!"

Drakana growled, claws leaving gashes in the table. "Mate belongs to me. No peace but only conquest."

Rosette clicked her pen. "Statistical probability of successful negotiation: 0.0000003%. But I’ll indulge your delusion."

Lilia sighed dreamily, twirling a hidden knife between her fingers. "Peace is what we’ll find... when the others are dead."

Emilia sat gracefully, resting her chin on her palm. "Ara, ara~ how entertaining. Do continue, darling. I want to see how long until you cry."

Rei’s lips trembled. "You... you’re all missing the point!"

[Nope. They’re not missing it. They’re just ignoring it.]

The room descended into chaos within thirty seconds.

Seraphina launched into a hymn about purging unworthy rivals. Drakana set a corner of the table on fire. Rosette slid out blueprints of "Honeymoon Containment Protocols." Lilia kept humming a wedding march while tossing knives into the ceiling beams. And Emilia? She calmly pulled out a teacup and poured herself jasmine tea from nowhere, like she’d been waiting for this entertainment all along.

Rei tried to stand tall, banging his fist on the table. "ENOUGH!"

Everyone froze.

Rei blinked. "Wait, that actually worked?"

The chandelier creaked ominously above. A rat squeaked in the corner. The air hung heavy with death flags.

Rei inhaled sharply. "Listen. We cannot keep escalating! The rooftops barely survived you five last night. The city fireworks nearly turned into aerial bombardment. And I—" he jabbed a thumb at himself—"cannot keep faceplanting into frosting every Chapter!"

[It’s a lie. You absolutely can. And you will.]

Rosette pushed her glasses higher. "So what’s your proposal, Rei-sama?"

His throat went dry. He hadn’t actually thought this far ahead. "My... my proposal is..."

The five women leaned forward, eyes gleaming, halos and flames and knives shimmering in anticipation.

Rei coughed nervously. "...That we, uh, take turns?"

Dead silence fell, then—five different kinds of rage detonated.

Seraphina shrieked, "SACRILEGE!" Her halo blazed like a supernova.

Drakana roared, "SHARE MY MATE?! NEVER!" Flames blasted across the walls.

Rosette scribbled furiously, muttering, "Plan C-47: Eliminate all rivals simultaneously."

Lilia’s knives rattled as she whispered, "You would insult me with... rotation?"

Emilia merely sipped her tea, smiling wider. "Ara, ara. My, my. Darling truly is suicidal."

Rei collapsed into his chair. "Okay. It’s a bad proposal. And let’s pretend I didn’t say that."

[System Notification: Peace Summit Success Rate: -99%]

[Honestly impressive you made it worse.]

The chaos reignited, louder than before. Chairs toppled, fire spread and knives embedded into hymnals. Choir nuns fainted dramatically.

And in the middle of it all, Rei clutched his face and screamed: "I JUST WANTED PEACE!"

The chandelier swayed... then snapped loose.

Rei looked up in horror. "Oh come on—"

CRASH.

Darkness fell in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying under rubble, miraculously not dead. The five yanderes stood in the wreckage, glaring at each other, hair singed, robes torn, parasols cracked, but still very much alive.

And all of them turned their gazes on him. Five shadows and one groom and his endless doom.

[System Alert: Peace Summit Failed.]

[Congratulations. You invented World War Yandere.]

[New Mission: Survive until breakfast.]

[Reward: Probably not death.]

Rei groaned. "Gods help me."

The sun rose over the academy ruins, and the Proposal of Madness ended as predictably as everything in his second life: with explosions, chaos, and five women still ready to kill each other for his heart.

Rei sat up from the rubble, coughing dust. His ribs screamed, his hair looked like a frosted porcupine, and his sanity dangled by the thinnest thread of willpower.

The five women loomed over him, not one of them offering a hand to help. Instead, they glared at each other, each staking silent territorial claims over his broken body.

Rei raised both palms weakly. "Alright... so... that went slightly worse than planned."

[System Correction: Slightly = astronomically.]

[I should start charging rent inside your bad ideas.]

Seraphina pressed her palm to her heart, eyes blazing. "The summit was proof. Only divine matrimony can save you, Rei."

Drakana cracked her knuckles, smoke rising from her jaw. "Forget marriage. Mate’s coming with me, summit or no summit. Negotiation’s over."

Rosette calmly dusted ash off her notebook. "The peace table merely provided useful data. Conclusion: rivals must be neutralized sooner."

Lilia twirled her knife in eerie calmness. "It was romantic, wasn’t it? A honeymoon in ruins. This must be destiny."

And Emilia... Emilia just crouched down, cupped his chin with her hand, and whispered, "Darling, you really are adorable when you try to control chaos you can’t possibly win."

Rei’s eye twitched. "This wasn’t a peace summit. This was a group audition for my funeral."

[System Notification: New Achievement Unlocked – "Diplomat of Dumb."]

[Reward: Absolutely nothing.]

He staggered to his feet, brushing off plaster dust, and tried once more: "Look. I called you here because if you keep going like this, the city will burn. You’ll ruin the Founding Festival. You’ll—"

A fresh explosion rattled the academy in the distance. Fireworks went off early, forming a giant pink heart in the sky that read: MARRY ME REI.

Rei dropped his head into his hands. "Of course. They hijacked the fireworks too."

[Honestly, you deserve this.]

The girls turned, murder auras flaring again, each assuming one of the others had done it. Seraphina’s choir began chanting louder. Drakana flexed her claws. Lilia kissed a dagger. Rosette scribbled "Scenario #999b." Emilia only laughed softly, the sound like bells at a wedding.

Rei sighed. "Breakfast. If I survive breakfast, it’ll be a miracle."

[New Mission Update: "Survive Until Breakfast."]

[Reward: ...Fine, I’ll admit, slim chance of not dying.]

The ruins of the Peace Summit crackled, smoldered, and whispered of failure. And Rei, caught between five pairs of burning eyes, realized something chilling.

The summit hadn’t ended war. It had declared it.

To be continued...