Chapter 822
Chapter 822
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 822
Chapter Title: The Tyrant for You
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The Tyrant for You was a romance fantasy novel.
The novel's heroine was a possessor. She was a person from Earth who ended up possessing the lady of a count's family within the story. For political reasons, she became the emperor's wife—the empress.
After becoming the empress, she used her knowledge of the original story to take care of the tyrant. However, she ultimately ended up assassinated in his place and died. Filled with rage at her killer and regretting his failure to protect her, the tyrant regressed, and The Tyrant for You truly began.
In short, it was a romance fantasy about a tyrant who regressed out of regret and clung desperately to the heroine.
Searching it up like this brings it all back. I think I remember reading the webtoon version a while ago.
He had no memory of reading the original novel, even though it was based on one.
...In that case, I'll have to check out the webtoon again and read the novel too.
In the case of The Tyrant for You, the webtoon was far more popular than the original novel. It had better immersion.
I need to focus more on the novel. There's more information to gain from it than the webtoon.
The settings and details that flew by in a single sentence were more important to him than anything.
After gathering enough information, he checked the quest again.
True Tyrant
Romance fantasy worlds are full of tyrants. But none of them are true tyrants. They're just kings wearing the mask of one.
Enter the world of The Tyrant for You and show them what a true tyrant is! Become a tyrant and ravage the world!
Achieve at least 1,000,000 Tyrant Points as a tyrant.
Quest Rewards: Given based on Tyrant Points earned.
1M achieved ? 1,000 points.
10M achieved ? Random stat +20
100M achieved ? Shard of Omniscience.
※ Multiple penalties apply.
※ Penalties can be mitigated or removed for points.
The way to complete the quest was simple. Just act like a tyrant.
Two penalties... Hmm. They don't seem that dangerous.
Mitigating the penalties required an insane amount of points. It was impossible with what he had now.
The first penalty was no issue aside from not being able to take items from that world. He could still use real-world items or those from other worlds.
The second penalty could be treated as a buff rather than a penalty.
A more violent personality in exchange for boosted physical abilities and talent... That's a huge win.
He wouldn't have mitigated it even with plenty of points.
I've confirmed everything... Time to start.
???
He opened his eyes.
He was lying in a bed.
The ceiling felt both unfamiliar and familiar. Information about himself flooded his mind like a tsunami. There was a slight headache, but no real problem.
I'm... Eugene Bellakaros.
He was the illegitimate son of the Seventh Bellakaros Emperor.
His claim to the throne was 22nd. He had eleven younger siblings below him, but as a bastard, his rank was the lowest.
22nd in line... That was originally the male lead's setting. So, I'm the male lead.
He sorted the information. Recalled his past. According to the setting, a maid working in the imperial palace was his mother. She had died when he—the male lead—was five. Knowing the original story, he knew she had been poisoned by the Second Empress's schemes.
He felt no anger.
He was Sung Yu-jin. He wouldn't be swayed by the settings of some playful world.
I had my coming-of-age ceremony a year ago... So in a year, the emperor will rapidly weaken, and the princes and princesses will rise up.
The battle for the throne would begin in earnest. In the original story, Zig Bellakaros—the male lead—laid low until he seized the opportunity and ascended as emperor. The first thing he did as emperor was a purge.
Based on the info in my head, this is pre-regression. Well, now that I'm the male lead, there's no regression coming.
He quietly looked around. The room was pathetically shabby for a prince's quarters. There were mold spots in the corners of the walls, and the wardrobe was cracked and worn. It was worse than his real-world room. Even without the mental info, the room alone told him how he was treated in the palace.
He closed his eyes.
He planned in his head. With the original story's info, becoming emperor was guaranteed. Laying low for about a year seemed best. Minimize variables as much as possible.
...Come to think of it, today is the 13th prince's coming-of-age ceremony.
By birth order, he was 11th. But his rank was 22nd, below even the five-year-old youngest.
Screeech.
The door opened without a knock. Light footsteps uniquely feminine approached. It was Miranda, his personal maid.
"Yu-jin-nim. The sun's high in the sky, and you're still sleeping? A prince shouldn't be like this."
Giggle.
He heard Miranda's annoyingly mocking laugh. She was planted by the Second Empress. Her job was to monitor his every move and report back.
Of course, that wasn't why she treated him poorly. Most of the palace servants, including her, did the same. Because he had no power.
He was a bastard. The emperor's discarded child. He survived in the palace somehow, but that was it. Being ignored by servants out of sight was daily life. He had no allies in the palace.
Throb.
His left side ached sharply.
...The spot where the coachman beat me yesterday.
The pain in his side faded quickly. No—recovered. It was the effect of the [Tyrant Penalty] he received upon entering this world. Greatly enhanced physical abilities meant his natural recovery was boosted too.
"Yu-jin-nim. Get up. Yu-jin-nim."
Miranda called softly. She didn't seem to actually want to wake him.
"I've called so many times, and you won't wake... This is really troubling..."
Miranda's presence drew right beside his bed.
Drip drip drip.
Cold water fell on his forehead.
He opened his eyes.
Miranda, with her brown hair in twin braids, was pouring water from a pitcher over his head. She grinned cheekily.
"Had a good splash, Yu-jin-nim?"
Her uneven front teeth stuck out between her lips. Freckles dotted her cheeks, making her ugly. Her frame was skinny and gaunt.
"How's the wash-up? Refreshing, right?"
Even after he opened his eyes, Miranda didn't move. This was routine for her. She often woke him by splashing cold water on his face. The pitcher emptied. He sat up.
"......"
"Today is Ortan-nim's coming-of-age banquet. Stay in this room. It's the Empress's order."
Ortan. The 13th prince.
The empress Miranda mentioned had to be the Second Empress.
She headed to the bedside table. She handed him a dark brown loaf from the tray.
"Lunch for today. Chew it well."
"......"
He took the bread. It was rock-hard. Hard to believe it was food for humans.
"I can't stand it."
No plan.
"Pardon?"
He swung the bread at Miranda's head.
Crack!
"......!"
Miranda collapsed without even screaming. Sticky blood smeared the dark bread. He got out of bed.
Miranda trembled in pain, not grasping the situation yet. Blood streamed from her head. Her upturned eyes filled with fear.
"Y-Yu-jin-nim. W-Why? Do you think the Empress will let this slide?!"
"Doesn't it strike you as odd that the empress would move for a mere maid's death?"
"Th-The Empress is on my side!"
"What bullshit."
He raised his bread-holding right hand.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Miranda squeezed her eyes shut and screamed. Futile. His annex was deserted. No one would hear. Or so he thought—then footsteps rushed in. The door burst open.
"Miranda?! I heard a scream from he... re..."
A black-haired maid. Average looks. Better than Miranda, though.
"Th-This is..."
Miranda collapsed, bleeding from the head. Him holding the bloody hard bread. Her eyes darted, taking it in.
"Nermi. You stepped on my left foot at dinner last night and laughed."
She stumbled back and fled. Smart—quick judgment. But her physical ability was poor. Before she took three steps, he grabbed her hair and dragged her inside.
"Y-Yu-jin-nim. Spare me. I-I'm sorry. I apologize— Aaaah!"
He stomped her right foot. Crunch. Bone and flesh crushed, blood oozed. Then her calf, knee, thigh—he smashed them all. When his foot reached her abdomen, Nermi begged.
"St-Stop... Please stop... I beg you..."
He pressed down. Nermi screamed and died. His foot felt sticky. He wiped the blood and guts on the bedsheet.
"Miranda."
"Y-Yes! Y-Yes!"
Miranda answered trembling. He tossed the bloody dark bread at her.
"Y-Yu-jin-nim...?"
"Here's your chance. Eat all that bread before I change clothes, and I'll spare you. Fail, and I'll tear you limb from limb."
"Sp-Spare me. Please!"
"I gave you a chance."
Ignoring her sobs, he went to the wardrobe. A few outfits. All in poor condition, like what penniless nobles wore.
Ultimately, he chose the black uniform buried deepest. Seeing it triggered info: the outfit worn two years ago at his grandfather's funeral. Tradition in the Bellakaros imperial family—royals wore black uniforms for a week when another royal died.
"Tch."
He clicked his tongue. Dressing himself was annoying. Normally, maids did it. He missed the maids from the [Hundred Ghosts] world.
Crunch crunch.
Behind him, the sound of her chewing the rock-like dark bread.
He donned the black uniform and boots. Checked for wrinkles, then turned. Miranda was frantically chewing. Her teeth were breaking, gums bleeding. Still, half the bread remained.
"You have to soften that bread with saliva to make it barely edible. Takes about fifteen minutes."
"Hic, sob... J-Just a bit more time..."
"Too late."
"Kyaaaaah!"
He grabbed her left arm and tore it off first. Then right arm, right leg, left leg. He skipped the head—she was already dead.
Stronger than my real self. Nice effect from [Tyrant Quality].
He gauged his strength roughly. He could tear a person apart easily.
He left the room.
Walked the corridor. Floor and walls showed age. Dusty. Windowsills uncleaned.
"Y-Yu-jin-nim...?"
Four servants. They'd heard the screams and come running.
'Storm Breaker.'
A spear materialized before him. He gripped and swung wide. The four servants' upper and lower bodies separated, rolling on the floor. He stepped over the blood and continued.
He killed every servant he saw. No beauties caught his eye, so no hesitation.
His destination: the Great Hall with the throne. Emperors' children held coming-of-age ceremonies and banquets there for generations.
Thirty royal guards stood before the Great Hall. They drew swords to block him.
"Yu-jin-nim. Halt! Suspicious intent confirmed! Drop the spear now!"
"No."
Snicker.
He mocked the guards and released the spear.
It disintegrated before hitting the ground, clinging to his body as full plate armor. Helmet auto-equipped. He reached out—a longsword appeared. Using Storm Breaker's duplicate and transformation functions.
"......Yu-jin-nim. This is clear treason."
"Royal guards. You just figuring that out? Slow on the uptake."
"All hands! Execute the traitor!!"
Aura surged from him and their swords.