The protagonist can do whatever he wants

【Euclid, the scheming heretic priest with the soul of a transmigrator, finally met his end under the bullet of another villain. But at least, dying in the arms of a beautiful girl before he fell—maybe that could be considered a worthy death.】

No such script popped into my head.

There was no credits screen rolling, showing: Euclid (sacrificed) — played by himself.

Because I didn’t die—no matter how weak I might be, I could still feel it: Rasputin’s bullet just now didn’t hit my chest.

When I shoved Kefir aside and pushed her down to protect her, the bullet slammed into my shoulder instead.

Since I didn’t die…

“Arghhhhhh! Damn it, that hurts! I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die!”

I really wanted to act cool in front of Kefir, but I don’t have the main character’s aura to back me up.

And this pain—feels like my heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys are all about to be vomited out!

“…Heretic!?”

The panic in Kefir’s voice instantly sobered me up!

When I looked up, somehow she was already holding me as I fell.

Me hugging Kefir? Not happening. That’s not in this script.

I couldn’t keep up the act—what kind of “chosen one” gets himself shot while saving the girl?

But I didn’t come back here just to stop Kefir from “leveling up through injury.”

I also came to help her!

“I’m fine.”

Forcing myself to ignore the explosion of sour, bitter, sweet, spicy, and salty pain all at once, I quickly spoke.

“They’re using Rosiyan firearms. No time to explain fully—just think of them as extremely fast projectiles that can’t be blocked by magic barriers! They can only fire in a straight line. Watch the barrel, then dodge left or right! You can absolutely handle this!”

Firearms are nothing more than a “cultural attack”—meant to bully Kefir for not knowing the principle.

But now that I revealed Rosiyan Empire’s secret weapon in advance, for Kefir, that thing in Rasputin’s hand was nothing more than a glorified stick.

“I got it! You shut up, idiot!”

I didn’t even notice that Kefir’s voice carried the faint trace of a sob.

I’m not dead yet, why are you panicking? The real problem’s ahead!

“And then—the Rosiyans are trying to steal your treasure. You have to grab it back, right now!”

In the blink of an eye, I already saw the script shift:

【Rasputin takes advantage of Euclid’s injury, and with her henchmen, steals a relic treasure from inside the ruins.】

How could I let Kefir’s treasure fall into villain hands?

I had to remind her immediately!

“That kind of thing doesn’t matter…”

“What do you mean it doesn’t matter!? That’s what lets you level up—”

“Shut up! Play dead, heretic!”

Kefir’s sharp rebuke made me instantly obedient.

No problem, boss, whatever you say goes.

The next moment, she hesitated briefly, then…

She tore a strip from her black stockings around her thigh, and used it as a makeshift bandage to wrap up my wound quickly.

A beauty’s black stockings as bandages—glorious!

I didn’t dare say thanks, because now I finally saw just how dark Kefir’s expression was.

As she finished bandaging me, the three Rosiyans strolled out smugly.

One of Rasputin’s henchmen was carefully holding a massive azure magic stone in both hands.

No doubt—that was the “level-up loot” that originally belonged to Kefir!

【Rare magic stone, fully compatible with Kefir’s mana attribute!】

Even the script said so!

“Kefir, next you just need to grab—”

“No need… cough cough…”

Her once dark and angry voice softened when she spoke to me, until it turned into something… complicated, something I couldn’t quite understand.

“I should’ve been the one protecting you. Sorry, I embarrassed myself just now. From here on, you just wait and watch…”

Wait?

Damn it, Kefir, don’t treat bullets like they’re harmless toys!

At least let me give you some foresight—predict Rasputin’s movements and tell you enough to guarantee your win, especially since you don’t look like you’re in top shape right now!

I didn’t even have time to explain before Kefir was already striding toward the three.

“Well, well, Miss Kefir. We spared your life and you still haven’t run away with your little lover? By the way, this magic stone sure is huge. Since the Rosiyan Empire was the first to discover it, it’s ours now. Maybe we’ll remodel it into a toilet seat for Lady Letty.”

Rasputin raised her gun with a smug, venomous grin.

“Take another step forward, and that’s theft~”

“You think I’m here to steal something like that?”

Before she even finished speaking, Kefir took a step forward.

【Bang】

The gunshot rang out!

I had to read the script—give Kefir warnings! How could she take on three people at once!?

【Kefir barely dodges the first bullet.】

But just as I thought about shouting a warning, I lifted my eyes—and saw Kefir…

Her sword rose and fell!

With a flash of sparks, she was unharmed!

Meanwhile, my script shifted:

【Kefir does not dodge. She cuts the bullet in half with her sword.】

“I don’t care about what you’re holding. I’m simply here to make trouble for you.”

“Сука блядь! What are you idiots standing around for!? Shoot her!”

In a panic, Rasputin ordered her henchmen to fire together.

However…

【Kefir cannot withstand the three’s gunfire.】

That’s what my mind’s script showed.

Yet in reality, Kefir’s graceful movements dodged every bullet, and the script changed again:

【Kefir easily evades all shots.】

…So this is what it means to be the protagonist.

Fine, I’ll shut up. With plot armor, the main character can rewrite the script like it’s nothing.

In a flash, Kefir closed the distance between her and the Rosiyan trio!

One henchman tried to draw his weapon, but Kefir’s cold wind magic blasted him away.

Then, before the one holding the magic stone could react, she spun, lifted her skirt, and landed a kick that sent him flying while she caught the stone midair.

Now only Rasputin remained.

The script was clear:

【Rasputin pushes the fatigued Kefir to her limits.】

But this time, I wasn’t worried at all.

Because—the magic stone was already in Kefir’s hand.

The next instant, it glowed with dazzling cold light and slowly fused into her body.

Kefir must have sensed it, because she didn’t resist—she accepted it.

The protagonist had obtained her destined treasure.

What happened next no longer needed my interference.

“Сука блядь, you damn woman!”

Rasputin swung a punch—yet the moment her arm touched Kefir, her entire shoulder and arm froze solid!

“I didn’t want it, but since it flew into my hands… don’t blame me. And next…”

Kefir turned to the two henchmen she had just knocked aside, who were now realizing something was very wrong and starting to panic.

“If you dare touch my people, none of you are leaving alive…