The City of Peach Fire - (4) Seduction Points Hit 100 Million

‘Seduction Points’ had also hit one hundred million. Tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble.

The moment I opened my eyes, Village Chief Fuyor’s face filled my vision. Her mouth hung wide open as she stared at me, her expression a perfect blend of shock and disbelief, as though she had just witnessed a UFO landing. The horror etched across her features remained unchanged.

“Eek… Th-this can’t be real?!” Fuyor cried out.

The instant her words left her lips, a status window materialized before my eyes. Most of the information was obscured by question marks, yet the charm value blazed with an astronomical number. Four billion. A figure beyond imagination.

“Eek… It was this much! M-my daughter…!!” Fuyor stammered, her voice trembling as she gazed at my status window in utter disbelief.

Even though the appearance value clearly displayed on the window did not match that of her own daughter, Fuyor still believed I was hers. As village chief, her judgment was normally firm, yet my looks possessed such overwhelming power that they shattered even that certainty.

‘Heh, just as planned.’

I smiled inwardly. The reason Fuyor could view my status window was simple: this world was the setting of a game fantasy novel. NPCs could inherently use the game system, and there was only one user—the game’s developer and beta tester, ‘Doctor Han.’

This game had a unique setting called ‘Hardcore Mode.’ Death was final. There was no resurrection. If Doctor Han died, this world would remain an eternal realm of NPCs. And I… had somehow ended up possessing both the game’s most beautiful female NPC and its most handsome male NPC at the same time.

‘Good. In this life, I can personally decide the total annihilation ending.’

At night, I became Dragonai, the system that would destroy the world. One of the Elemental Dragons. A meticulously crafted plan by the developer, faithful to the original story.

‘Now then, what interesting events will unfold?’

I smiled in anticipation. The events ahead felt as vivid as a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠play unfolding on a stage right before my eyes. Multiple paths of choice lay spread out before me. Yet I already knew what ending each choice would bring.

The average charm value for human males was around 100, and for females, about 150. Even the most renowned beauty in a village reached only 3,000, while those famous in the capital barely hit 8,000. Even the famously beautiful elves averaged around 45,000, and the strongest and most beautiful dragon race among all species struggled to exceed 2 million.

But my charm stat… was a staggering 4 billion!!!

“Could it be that a goddess has descended? It must be so.”

Having witnessed the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠unbelievable truth with her own eyes, Fuyor began to believe I was an angel or goddess. After all, she had already seen villagers collapsing with nosebleeds from my appearance alone. Anyone witnessing such a supernatural phenomenon would naturally regard me as a divine being surpassing even the Dragon Lord.

Yet a sliver of doubt still lingered in Fuyor’s heart. How could a Dragon Lord crawl about helplessly without the strength to stand? Her gaze remained filled with suspicion.

“Hmm… Come to think of it, you have no name. My daughter’s name was Seira… You wouldn’t mind that name, would you?”

From that day onward, my name became Seira.

* ‘Waddle, waddle…..’

No matter how I thought about it, something felt off. Why was standing and walking on two legs so difficult? Before possessing Dragonai, I had walked without issue. By afternoon I would adapt to my original body, yet every night after possessing Dragonai, it was always like this. There had to be some change occurring within me.

I opened my status window.

Recent Changes:

Ah, so that’s why I mostly crawled around during the daytime. That explained why the villagers mistook me for a baby beauty rather than a bagel beauty.

* ‘Haa, anyway. Damn… Who would’ve thought someone would devour that much Rainbow Sherbet!’

I had consumed forty times the amount of Rainbow Sherbet compared to the original novel’s heroine. But this wasn’t my fault! They had left a person with a healthy appetite alone in space, and not only did the sherbet not make me gain weight, it tasted pretty good too. With sherbet ice cream smeared all over the walls, how was I supposed to resist eating it? In the end, my seduction stat had increased by a full hundred million, and my charm stat had risen by four billion.

“Now what do I do…”

I did my utmost to avoid stimulating the villagers’ lust. I moved with extreme caution to prevent falling into dangerous situations. Whenever I appeared before others, I crawled about unsteadily, triggering their protective instincts. Since my legs trembled too much to stand during the day anyway, it was killing two birds with one stone.

Yet no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop the rumors about my beauty from spreading. Already, the village bachelors’ courtship rush had begun.

* * *

Until yesterday, Bors had been recognized as a sincere and diligent young man in the village. Everyone knew his name, and neighbors praised him, saying, “That’s the kind of son we need!”

Then he suddenly changed. It began the previous evening. His eyes grew endlessly hazy, and he began weeping madly while staring at a wall alone. He looked like someone who had endured every hardship in prison only to suffer heartbreak. He sighed, then suddenly howled like a beast. The sight was enough to startle the villagers. It felt as though he were being tormented by ghosts or tempted by demons.

Bors stared madly at the wall like a man who had suffered every hardship and heartbreak, tears streaming endlessly. His eyes gleamed with murderous intent, and he began sharpening his axe every day. The sound spread along with his despair. His face grew increasingly haggard, and his hands turned pale from frantically rubbing the axe blade.

His mother watched Bors with deepening worry.

“No, how did my child end up like this? He was always so well-behaved. Bors! Come to your senses! Snap out of it, my boy!”

“Mother, let go! I’ve made up my mind to leave.”

At Bors’s words, his mother clung to him, tears falling, unable to release her grip. But Bors shook off her hands and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sharpened the blade even more fiercely. Madness clouded his face as he muttered to himself with a twisted grin, as though sinking into some bizarre delusion.

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Bors’s original views on romance and marriage plans had been as innocent and ordinary as any rural youth. He cared nothing for appearances and simply wanted to marry a kind-hearted farm girl and build a family. He was not particularly patriarchal and dreamed of a warm, harmonious household. He had resolved to be a model head of the family—filial to his mother and teaching proper manners to his children. Among the villagers, he was called a model youth who could live without laws.

But now he was no longer the Bors of yesterday. The moment he laid eyes on the goddess of absolute beauty, Seira, who had suddenly appeared in the village, he transformed.

‘Kekekekekek, that door will break after two axe strikes to the hinges. I’ll need to get a mask from Marcus’s shop. Heh, Mother? I can just steal three or four chickens from the landlord’s farm as her retirement fund. Anyway, to make that woman ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠happy, I’ll need to gather comrades and rob a bank or two. Kekekekek, with competitors swarming in, I’d better set a concrete execution date as soon as possible.’

Bors’s eyes gleamed with madness, as though possessed. He watched the chief’s house with predatory eyes, lost in his corrupted delusions.

The problem was that Bors was not the only one.