Chapter 1
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Possession
Reader Notice
Thank you, dear readers, for sticking with Stat Window Adjustment to Conquer All until the end.
“Ah, it’s finally over.”
The novel I’d been devouring with such relish had reached its conclusion.
For months, this erotic tale—Stat Window Adjustment to Conquer All—had been my vicarious outlet for pent-up desires.
The premise was simple enough.
The protagonist acquires the ability to tweak a target’s “stats” by ingesting their saliva or other fluids.
With that power, he cranks up the heroines’ libidos or hypersensitizes their erogenous zones, reducing them to slaves of ecstasy.
The shameless plot progression and captivating heroines delivered pure catharsis with every chapter—a real page-turner.
But there was one nagging flaw.
The harem ending.
Standard fare for an erotic novel, sure. Still, as a pure-romance fan, it left me a bit unsatisfied.
Of course, that’s purely subjective.
The author hadn’t dropped the ball.
I’d gone in expecting exactly this payoff.
So I just dropped a “Great read, thanks!” comment and set my phone aside, readying myself for work tomorrow.
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An unfamiliar ceiling.
A body with strangely altered sensations.
And a voice emerging from my throat that I could scarcely believe was mine.
Lines I’d seen a hundred times before.
The classic kickoff to a possession story—one of those webnovel staples right at the start of chapter 1.
A gimmick that had only ever existed on the page was now playing out in my reality.
“Wh... what the hell is going on...”
The instant I glanced in the mirror, I gulped.
A total stranger stared back—a woman.
Platinum blonde hair shimmering with silver highlights, piercing blue eyes.
Bold eyebrows arching over large, striking eyes; a perfectly straight nose; small, plump lips.
And beneath it all...
A flawlessly sculpted figure that screamed femininity at first sight.
The mirror held an idol-topping beauty who mirrored my every move.
“...Is that really me?”
I pinched my cheek, dug nails into my thigh—nothing changed.
If anything, it hammered home that this was no dream.
“Okay... calm down first.”
I drew a deep breath to steady my nerves, then scanned the room.
This wasn’t my place, no doubt about it.
Studio apartment of similar size, but the furniture, the decor, the whole vibe—totally alien.
The closet overflowed with women’s clothes.
Traces of someone’s life everywhere. It clicked.
I’d possessed another person’s body.
The stuff of novels, now my reality.
In a woman’s body, to boot.
Weird as hell, but I adjusted faster than expected.
All those stories and daydreams had toughened me up, maybe.
Two big questions remained.
Where the hell was I? And who’d I hijacked?
I poked around for clues.
TV smack in the living room’s center, smartphone on the desk.
Seemed like modern times, at least.
I snatched the wallet beside the phone.
“Kang Seo-ah...?”
The ID’s name.
The photo? Mirror image of the girl—me.
“Resident number... 050803...4XXXXXX.”
Just as I’d figured—this body had a life here.
Looks like I’d be living as Kang Seo-ah from here on out.
That’s when a blue flash lit up my vision.
Ding~
📜 MAIN QUEST 📜
Graduate from New Moon Academy.
📍 Success: Return to your original world.
⚠️ Failure: Severe penalty. Please proceed with caution.
“New Moon Academy!?”
I couldn’t hold back a shout at the floating window.
New Moon Academy.
The very backdrop of Stat Window Adjustment to Conquer All, the novel I’d binged until yesterday.
High school-style classes meets game-like system. But as an erotic novel setting, strictly for adults 19+.
A fresh spin on education from an author dead-set on erotic high school vibes without the actual teens?
Whatever. Per the system, I needed to grind through the 3-year program and graduate clean.
“Ah... I’m fucked...”
The curse bubbled up unbidden.
Someone might say, “Just show up and you’re golden, right?” Big problem there, though.
The protagonist.
This alpha stud leverages his raw charm and powers to plow through every hot girl at the academy.
Trouble is, Kang Seo-ah’s body? Drop-dead gorgeous.
Stunning face, curves screaming womanhood.
Knowing the guy, he’d never pass her up.
He’d stalk her relentlessly, scheming for a taste of her fluids.
“Ha... fuck, maybe I should just off myself...”
Imagining his affection offensive made my gut twist.
I knew his power needed ingestion of fluids, so no heroine fate for me.
Still, a dude eyeing me? Revulsion city.
“No... maybe vanish quietly... haa... what am I even saying...”
Thoughts spiraling dark.
I reined it in, psyched myself up—but the dread and grime stuck.
Prep time, for sure.
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Three days into this possession gig.
I’d zeroed in on intel for a smooth New Moon graduation.
First up: intel on Kang Seo-ah.
No family.
Parents gone at thirteen; solo life ever since, no kin or guardians.
Phone contacts? Just a handful of friends, nothing else.
Tragic backstory for her. For me? Sweet relief.
No pretending for folks who knew the original.
This studio: five-minute stroll to New Moon Academy. Bought with parents’ insurance and inheritance.
Bank check: solid balance.
Worry-free for three years easy.
Since I’d bounce post-graduation, spend smart till then.
“Ugh... nap time.”
Intel and setup done, I crashed onto the bed.
Gazing at the ceiling, my mind drifted to tomorrow’s New Moon entrance ceremony.
“Gonna... see him, probably. That creep.”
The novel’s opener.
Auditorium jammed with freshmen; protagonist tunes out the principal, ogling every girl in sight.
“Ha... animal prick.”
The memory drew a heavy sigh.
‘Refreshing’ as a reader; ‘terrifying’ as prey.
Textbook womanizer.
Propped on the bed, I eyed yesterday’s shopping bag.
Anti-spotting disguise kit for tomorrow.
This face? Instant bullseye. Time to wreck it. Hardcore.
Step one: chunky horn-rims with Coke-bottle lenses.
Vision warped, head spun—but face obliterated, eyes shrunk to pinpricks.
Next: hair.
Blasted fluffy with the dryer, then roughed to hell.
Mauled by hand: mirror screamed ‘three sleepless nights’.
Not just covered—bonus ‘reeks up close’ vibe.
“Nice. Visual shield locked.”
Final touch: uniform topped with XXL guy’s windbreaker.
Shoulders sagged, waist vanished.
Curves? Buried deep.
Mirror me: no platinum stunner.
Third-night library zombie or basement-dwelling NEET vibes.
Zero allure. Peak plain.
“Phew... flawless.”
This setup? Off his radar tomorrow.
Close inspection might ping weird, but head-down shuffle mode engaged.
He’d lock onto main heroines soon enough, too busy to notice extras.
Despair? Poof—gone.
“Three years? Cakewalk.”
No GPA hurdles for graduation. Confidence boost.
Quiet school days, home nights on my terms.
Idyllic.
Peak isekai peace.
Sold myself on it, pillow clutched tight.
Blankets swallowing me—bliss.
“...Might as well go nuts enjoying this place.”
A involuntary chuckle slipped out.
Solo entertainment? My jam, pre-isekai.
And this world? Modern Earth twin—internet, delivery, bed-Netflix marathons.
What’s not to love?
Such thoughts lulled my eyes shut.
Brain buzzing with plans, a core certainty blooming.
Everything lining up perfect.
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