Daemon turned away from the hall, his mind still churning from the exchanges he had just overheard. Their speeches seemed too idealistic, too academic. In reality, it was far more complex than that. Those who had nothing had to fight against the current.
There were those who possessed a lineage, sometimes a pact, and some had both, along with natural talents that guaranteed they would reach at least seven-star level. Daemon, he had made a pact with Baal in the game, and even with that, he was only a six-star, despite his dual affinities as a mage and martial artist.
It was nothing compared to Arthur Aurora. The human who had reached nine stars in the future. Nine fucking stars, and it wasn't even enough to match an archdemon or an archangel. Those monsters were in a whole other league. Untouchable. Unreachable.
Consulting the floating panels that indicated the academy's zones, he headed toward his dormitory. He needed to grab a bite and sleep. Unlike the most influential faction leaders, he owned no mansion, no butler, no luxury suite.
He crossed the courtyard. The sky above was a metallic gray. Around him, the imposing buildings cast their cold shadows on the immaculate paving stones. He passed the mage section, where robed students hurried to their classrooms, and finally reached the intermediate-rank dormitory area. The elevators were embedded in glass walls, silent and fast. He stepped into one and swiped his student card in front of the sensor. A soft beep confirmed his access.
He stepped out on the seventh floor.
"Room G-2... G-7..." he muttered. "Hmm, it's much farther."
He walked slowly down the corridor. Each step echoed against the polished metal floor. His gaze scanned the numbers on the doors. He stopped abruptly at G-12.
He swallowed.
Standing in front of his room, casually leaning against the door, was Kara Geb Bentham. She wore black military shorts and a sleeveless top that revealed her slender, muscular frame. The left side of her head was shaved, exposing a ring piercing on her cartilage. Her dark brown hair, tied to the side, accentuated her large steel-gray eyes that gleamed with restrained anger. Her ample chest stretched the fabric of her top. Another piercing glinted on her lower lip.
Daemon felt a cold sweat trickle down his back.
"Shit... Where's my fucking bodyguard? He's never around when you need him…"
He tried to back away discreetly. Too late. Kara's eyes had already locked onto his.
"So, you intended to betray me from the start, didn't you?" she said with a chilling smile.
*What the hell is she talking about?*
"I don't know what you're talking about, Kara," Daemon replied, forcing a smile, walking nonchalantly toward the door as if he hadn't noticed the tension.
She abruptly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"And since when do you have the Khaïbet-Nefertoum? You thought I wouldn't find out?"
*Shit... She thinks I want to create my own faction… I can't even use that damn Khaïbet…* he thought in panic.
At the academy, there could only be five factions. To create a new one, an existing one had to be destroyed. And hers, Kara's, was the weakest. She must think he was plotting her downfall.
"You're not going to answer?" she insisted, her mana beginning to crackle around her.
Daemon opened his mouth to respond when a voice echoed in his mind:
[Secondary heroine's mana detected.]
He blinked.
*What? Finally… my golden finger?*
A high-pitched, annoying robotic voice emerged in his mind.
[The "Yandere Harem" system has successfully linked to the host!]
"Huh? What system?" he muttered, clutching his head.
Kara was still staring at him. She was about to slap him to death.
He opened the door, using the moment to push her hand away and rush into the room.
"Kara, you know fights are forbidden in the dormitory."
"Tss. We'll see about that. You better watch your back from now on." She turned on her heel, seething.
Daemon collapsed onto his bed, ignoring the room.
[System connecting... 98%... 99%...]
[Ding — The "Yandere Harem" system is activated!]
[This system will help the host create a harem of hot Yanderes! What's better than a group of girls ready to kill the host out of love?]
"Are you seriously asking that? And where the hell did you come from, you weird system?"
[To learn more, the host can say "Status."]
He rubbed his forehead. The voice was unbearable.
"Status."
[Ding —]
[Name: Daemon Leen Indivar / Ben Grant
Strength: E-
Endurance: E-
Speed: E
Intelligence: B+
Mana: Null
Aura: Null
Lineage: ???
Contract: 0
Pact: 0
Weapon: Khaïbet-Nefertoum (Unusable)]
"I'm absolute trash, not like I didn't already know. But I still don't know where you came from. Did you reincarnate me here?"
[No need to be sad! Collect Y Points (Yandere) by completing quests!]
"Of course… A system with quests, obviously."
[Ding — Beginner's Gift!
Quest 1 unlocked!
Shop available at 100 Y Points]
"Alright! Let's go for the quest." Daemon said, slightly excited.
[Quest 1
Target detected: Secondary Heroine, Kara Geb Bentham
Final Objective: Turn a lesbian into a hetero Yandere
Tip: Kara is a frustrated lesbian, on edge since her anal plug hasn't satisfied her for months. Prove to Kara that a hard dick is better than sex toys!
Reward: 300 Y]
Daemon froze.
"…"
He clenched his fists.
"THIS FUCKING SYSTEM!"
He closed his eyes. His breathing grew loud. He tried to calm the rising anger.
' What did I expect? A peaceful transmigration into a fantasy world? A system to kill three goblins and level up? No, of course not. It had to be this… in this eroge world, you could only get this kind of system.'
Turning a lesbian into a hetero Yandere. It was an impossible task for a guy with no love experience like him.
He sighed.
An icon appeared in his mental vision. "Beginner's Gift."
He clicked it without thinking.
[Gift: Daemon's consciousness. Do you want to merge?]
His eyes widened.
"Oh…"
This might be exactly what he needed. Accessing the consciousness and memories of Daemon, the real one from the game. Even if he was weak, with those memories, he'd have a head start.
"Yes. Start the merge."
[Warning: The pain may be excruciating. Possible influence on personality.]
"Whatever. Start the merge!"
[0%... 5%...]
"It's much less painful than I—"
He felt warm liquid trickle down his cheek.
He touched his cheek.
"Blood?"
His nose, ears, eyes. All were bleeding. He trembled. His vision blurred.
His back arched. His body convulsed in pain.
"Ah.... FUCK!!!"
He opened his mouth. No sound came out. Then a scream tore through the dormitory's silence.
His eyes wide open, he stared at the ceiling. Spasms shook him.
"Am I... going to die?"
Everything went black.
Fortunately, every room was soundproofed. Otherwise, that scream would have alerted the entire dormitory.