Chapter 58
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Countess Bella Sodrus (1)
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'This should be more than enough fun for one day.'
That was my impression as I strolled through the academy I'd reshaped after investing a full day in it.
The cradle meant to nurture heroes had devolved into an institution churning out awakened ones addicted to base pleasures.
They might be far stronger in raw power than their former selves, but they'd lost any mindset befitting a hero.
Even after graduating from the academy, their lewdly twisted ways of thinking would remain unchanged.
"Well, there aren't any real dangers left anyway, so it should be fine."
Would you like to execute [Worldview Recovery]?
The major threats in this world's storyline had all been neutralized early while progressing through the scenarios.
The villain leaders hunted by entire nations were mostly dead or reduced to the academy's toilets.
Gates too massive to handle had been sealed through my cooperation with other awakened ones.
It was a world without heroes, but only manageable levels of threats remained.
'On to a new world.'
I hadn't said any goodbyes, figuring I'd return to enjoy this worldview again once everything wrapped up.
I steeled myself inwardly and hit Y on the notification asking if I wanted to execute [Worldview Recovery].
'Ugh...!'
As my entire consciousness drifted into the virtual world, I could manipulate it as if I had an extra sensory organ.
In other words, by focusing my mind, I could sense the data flows in the virtual world through all five senses.
Right now, I could vividly feel Server Room 5 inspecting this worldview.
The moment I hit Y, I sensed Server Room 5 poking and prodding my world, analyzing it.
[Worldview analysis in progress... Main scenario 82.21% damaged... Self-recovery impossible]
[Character analysis in progress... Normal distribution interval estimation result - Does not match 99.02% of player data... Critical error]
[Self-recovery capability analysis in progress... Recovery attempt would exceed Server Room 5 computation allocation by 192%]
It felt just like a straw being inserted to extract samples—my twisted world was being dissected piece by piece.
[Self-recovery impossible. Connecting to Server Room 4... Connection complete]
'Got it.'
The moment the awaited alert appeared, I felt a wave-like surge of data flow.
'Incredible.'
The data stream, converted into tactile sensation, was on an overwhelming scale.
It was like being swept away by massive waves—an enormous computational load.
'Gotta focus.'
In the brief window while connected to Server Room 4, I had to succeed in infiltrating it.
I concentrated my mind, searching for the same pattern amid the seemingly chaotic data flows as before.
The sensation from when Server Room 5 analyzed my world—like a straw probing to insert itself. Relying on that, I pinpointed the data stream.
It was as grueling as finding a single needle darting about in raging waves, but I managed it.
'Found it.'
I injected the data I'd prepared in advance into the stream Server Room 4 requested for analysis.
[Receiving data...]
[Analyzing...]
'Did it work?'
I waited anxiously for the results.
[Data integrity check result: No anomalies]
[Details: Worldview damage at 0.12%, Matches data of 99.51% of normal distribution players]
[Recovery protocol terminated]
Server Room 4's worldview analysis halted due to the 'fake information' I'd injected.
Of course it did. The inspection showed no issues.
What I'd fed Server Room 4 was the worldview data from before my intervention.
With that pre-intervention data injected, Server Room 4's AI deemed there were no significant damages and aborted the recovery process.
I'd prevented my world from reverting to its pre-intervention state. But more importantly, I'd finally connected to Server Room 4.
The 'fake information' I'd just slipped in also included a backdoor program for infiltrating Server Room 4.
Like a thief tunneling under to bypass cutting-edge security and sneak into a mansion, I'd neutralized Server Room 4's defenses through the back door and successfully infiltrated the server.
[Welcome. //ERROR: PLAYER_NAMESPACE_NULL.]
A flat, emotionless AI voice continued the explanation.
[Searching for possession target.]
[User analysis in progress... Complete!]
[Desire analysis: Lust (ERROR_INT_OVERFLOW%), Domination (75%), Conquest (60%)]
[Searching for character matching user's desires.]
A list popped up before my eyes: black mages, curse users, incubi, and the like.
'What kind of recommendations are these...?'
Perfect candidates for getting hunted down.
Flipping through the list of possessable characters, one caught my eye.
[Lian Sodrus - Word Mage, Black Mage]
He was the second son of Count Sodrus's family, located near the capital. Unbeknownst to himself, he had talent in black magic and as a word mage.
'Noble status, huh...'
Starting with noble blood would make ruining this world even easier. People hard to meet as a commoner would be relatively accessible.
The moment I resolved inwardly to possess [Lian Sodrus], a massive influx of information poured into my mind.
'What the...!'
Even without prior knowledge of fantasy, the system was designed for enjoyment—it instantly granted knowledge of this world.
Like oiled gears meshing perfectly, the knowledge of this world flowed in naturally and swiftly.
It was far more seamless and refined than the 'memory manipulation' I'd developed independently in the virtual world.
'I've still got a long way to go.'
I thought with a wry smile.
No matter that 'memory manipulation' forcibly overwrote existing memories, making it difficult—I hadn't expected knowledge transfer at this speed.
'But now that I know...'
No need for disappointment. Now I could use this refined method too.
Once the worldview knowledge injection finished, possession began. Opening my eyes again, I saw a maid shaking me awake beside me.
"...Young Master Lian, you need to get up. Madam is asking for you."
The kindly-faced maid roused me anxiously, too timid to shake me, speaking in a soft voice.
"I'm up, so that's enough, Aunt Anna."
Naturally, the wrinkled woman before me registered as Head Maid Anna.
"Madam said to bring you right away once you're awake," the elderly maid urged.
"I'll head there soon. I want to change clothes—could you step out?"
"Ah, yes! Young Master."
Anna finally relaxed a bit and waited outside the room.
"Madam, huh..."
A somewhat sleazy-looking young man stood in the mirror.
'Possession successful, it seems. Lian Sodrus.'
A satisfying body. Not quite on par with my previous one, but I could recover quickly.
I straightened my hair and attire, recalling info on "Madam."
Information on Bella, the Countess—this body's original mother—surfaced naturally.
Bella Merier, now Bella Sodrus, had been bound to House Sodrus through a political marriage.
A promising talent from the Mage Tower, she'd been forced into marriage at a young age to cover up an incident caused by the family's eldest son—practically sold off.
As I walked, pondering her, I took in the mansion. The high ceiling was densely etched with geometric patterns.
Even to my untrained eye, the corridor's artworks and decorations screamed top quality.
'House Sodrus must be filthy rich.'
Good news for me. Wealth accelerated achieving my goals.
Thinking of Bella Sodrus again, the reason such a wealthy House Sodrus wanted her was simple.
The previous head's decree: "We need heirs with magic talent."
Forced into the role of breeding stock for a mage child, she'd been robbed of her chance to live as a talented mage and trapped in the stifling life of a countess.
The loveless arranged marriage was a curse to her, and all her resentment was directed at me—the product of that contract.
"I'm coming in, Mother."
She eyed me with gray-blue eyes laced low with resignation and resentment.
Even through her long black dress modestly covering her skin, her voluptuous curves couldn't be hidden.
Her full breasts swelled prominently, tapering to a slender waist, flaring into wide, alluring childbearing hips that formed an hourglass figure.
Her hand rested near her navel, her wedding ring on her left ring finger accentuating her slender, delicate fingers.
"You're late, Lian Sodrus."
She never called me 'Lian' or 'son.'
To her, I was the very cause of her ruined life.
'This is unexpected.'
The moment I saw her, a twisted lust surged within me.
She was a woman worth reshaping. I wanted to see that haughty, expressionless face contort in pleasure.
Noble lady, incest taboo, own mother— I craved to make her overcome every societal restraint with ecstasy and fall into depravity.
On that face devoid of any affection, I wanted to bestow a deeply belated, warped maternity.
"...How rude, Lian Sodrus. Where is your mind wandering?"
As I stared silently, she snapped at me.
"My apologies, Mother."
I bowed my head in apology.
"...Hmph."
Evidently dissatisfied with every bit of me, she sighed and sat at the desk.
"Let's begin today's lesson."
She taught me magic in a low, dry voice.
I etched this lesson firmly in my memory.
The overbearing mother impassively instructing me curtly and half-heartedly in magic.
Remembering her now would make her later changes all the more delicious.
"...?"
Unusually focused on the lesson today, I piqued her suspicion; she tilted her head quizzically at me.
I savored every action and expression of hers slowly.
So that the changes to come would feel all the more precious...
Imagining her lecherously craving her own son's cock, I concentrated on her private magic tutoring.