Trying to Raise Heaven and the Tyrant

What if the keepsake your beloved left you was two children?

The Heavenly Restriction Tyrant was facing that very question.

I shall pour my love into you, body and soul. I am deeply humbled.

My name is Zenin Yuri. I'm the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant's eldest daughter, and I have mild autism.

When I opened my eyes again, Mom was already dead, Dad was heartbroken, and my baby brother was still nursing. I could only pull myself together and put our family back on its feet.

"Big Sis, leave this place with me. I'll protect you!"

But why does Megumi keep trying to run away with her every single day?!

"Yuri, do you really need me? Do you need me as your father?"

Don't ask her such difficult questions! Autistic people have always been terrible at expressing themselves!

Then she found the genius Gojo, his head split open, lying on the roadside like a pitiful stray dog on the verge of death. She took pity on him and saved him, and from then on he clung to her like a vengeful ghost, worming his way into every part of her life!

She tried to run, but the men chased her down from every direction.

Even her dear little brother took Gojo's side!

Fortunately, her dad took them and settled down in Kumamoto.

Who knew Gojo would buy every apartment on the entire street the very next day?

Damn money powers! Yuri clenched her fist.

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"Let's take care of Yuri together. I'll cover all the expenses. Once she's an adult, though, you'll have to sit with the elders!"

"Drop dead, Six Eyes."

"Don't you love me? Why do you keep turning me down, Yuri? If you're still holding a grudge because your teacher didn't take your feelings seriously before, I'll give you a proper apology, Yuri."

His pale blue-green eyes gazed at her like rare jewels. He cupped her face and spoke affectionately:

"Everyone makes mistakes, so everyone deserves one chance to make things right. I deserve that chance too, Yuri. Marry me."

This isn't a request or a question.

It's an order, my Yuri.

Family bonds turned up to the max

Raising Megumi in the practical sense

Raising the tyrant in the emotional sense

Pairing undecided!

Geto, the vengeful ghost who barely appears in the blurb but has a firm grip on my typing hand as I write updates: you're pretty impressive!

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The genius Gojo, who awakened to an IF route after the Heavenly Restriction Tyrant split his head open, and tries to save his beloved X

The taciturn girl Yuri, whose combat power was off the charts in her previous life, but who restarted her life only to become so weak she was practically a vegetable X

The desperate boy Megumi, who may have died in the Shibuya Incident, tries to save everyone X

(Only readers who've finished the whole thing will get what this means. Heh... I'm joking around with my own running gag, haha.)

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Gojo: I'm playing Homura Akemi's role. I only want a world where Yuri is alive. (sways smugly)

Megumi: I'm playing Madoka's role. We have to avoid the bad ending at all costs!

Yuri glanced at the script and said calmly, "I'm playing Mami's role. Do I have to get my head bitten off?"

The Heavenly Restriction Tyrant grinned, baring his teeth. "I'm playing the Witch. Everyone in the rotten jujutsu world can die!"

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I've worked really hard on this blurb. Won't you at least take a look? I'll stick with this version for now. I've done my best. The blurb is pretty lighthearted, but is the actual story a little heavy?

Anyway, our Yuri is adorable!

New story ↓ Love Simulation at Jujutsu High

In 2003, you and Itadori Yuji were born.

Your parents passed away one after the other soon afterward, and you grew up with your grandfather Wasuke. Though you were born on the same day, Yuji was taught from childhood that, as your big brother, he had to protect his little sister. You were inseparable.

After enrolling at Jujutsu High, you confessed to Fushiguro Megumi, hoping to experience the bittersweet romance of youth.

But for several days afterward, he deliberately avoided you. You barged straight into the boys' dormitory and forced him to give you an answer.

"Then let's date with marriage as the end goal."

That's what he said.

You accepted, completely ignoring the disapproving look your brother gave you.

Love is supposed to be simple and pure.

But just as you decided to use studying abroad as an excuse to break up, you suddenly realized that something seemed... off.

Fushiguro Megumi had no intention of letting you go.

Even if it meant gambling everything on "Buru Be, Yura Yura..."

"Hey, hey, that's taking it too far!!!"

"You're an oddity in the eyes of others, an imperfect masterpiece in Kenjaku's words. Your life is short and you're fragile. You should have been weeded out as you grew up, but you survived through sheer determination. Your big brother played a major part in that. Now it's your turn to save him!"

The Love Tyrant Raising game's icon flashed on your phone screen as you lounged on the sofa, sucking on an ice pop.

Pixel art formed a thorny throne, its edges sparkling with cheap special effects. There was so much gold glitter that it looked like a tacky greeting card, but you stared at it for a long time. You liked that striking clash of colors.

[First Playthrough Ending Locked]

[Ending: Subdue the King of Curses and become the vessel for a cursed tool]

[Cannot return to a previous save] [Cannot load]

[Player, please begin your second playthrough]

[Second Playthrough Started]

[You are a branch member of the Gojo family]

[From birth, you have been entrusted with looking after young master Satoru]

[But young master Satoru is five years older than you... It's hard to tell who is taking care of whom]

[One last thing: welcome back to the simulator.

System at your service]

Reader's guide: An otome novel with different romance routes, each with its own ending. The protagonist has no heart. Lots of personal worldbuilding, no adherence to the original timeline, and please don't overthink things.

It's a power fantasy centered on the heroine... that's all for now, I guess.

Theme: Hard work makes up for a lack of talent; the early bird gets the worm.