The sheer amount of information appearing all at once caused Sophie's brain to momentarily crash.
First of all, what did all attributes being -194 even mean?
Sophie's gaze lingered on the effect of the Heart of Yin item.
【 Item: [Heart of Yin] (Soul-bound Item) | Reverses your point allocation and traits (except for certain special traits) 】
Without a doubt, the Heart of Yin had taken effect the moment she arrived in this world.
Otherwise, why would her gender be marked with “Reversed”?
Then, the moment she imported her attribute points, due to the reversal effect, her original point additions turned into deductions, and her original deductions turned into additions.
This completely turned her into a mere pretty face.
Perhaps even worse than a pretty face.
An ordinary vase, at least, would have five HP.
Sophie silently glanced at her 1/1 HP bar.
If it weren't for Red Moon's merciful setting, where all environmental damage, including poison, corrosion, and burning, wouldn't deplete the last point of HP, she would have already collapsed from air currents and ended her life in this other world.
Even so.
As long as she took any damage with offensive intent, or even just a slight bump or a fall on flat ground, she would definitely be done for.
A smart transmigator would already be preparing for the third world.
Fortunately, Intelligence affected spellcasting ability, not IQ, otherwise she would already be a vegetable.
And the effect of the Heart of Yin was constant.
She would most likely face a situation where her upgrades would make her weaker and weaker.
Should she really choose a quick end over prolonged suffering?
In other words, Sophie was the first person to prepare for World Number Three...
The thought of taking her own life flashed through Sophie's mind.
But who knew if there really would be a World Number Three?
And why the Heart of Yin?
Sophie looked at her inventory.
Moon's Vow, White Silk Dove, Silent Flute...
Bond Items: 7.
Heart of Yin.
Main Story Item: 1.
The other slots in her inventory were empty, clearly indicating a new account.
Where's my Heart of Yang? Did it get lost in a bug during transmigration?
Or is it in someone else's hands?
Sophie opened her quest log.
【Main Quest: Open the Gate of Truth (1/2) (Requires Item: Heart of Yang)】
【Main Quest: Destined Crowns: Seven Pillars (7/7) (Completed)】
Honestly, if the Heart of Yang was lost, then so be it. At most, it would stall the main quest. Couldn't she just not open that Gate of Truth?
But this Destined Crowns quest was completed...
Which meant.
The current in-game timeline was actually after 'he' died in front of Little Yue?
Then... then...
Didn't that mean the seven girls whose favorability, Blackening, and Regret she had maxed out simultaneously...
Were all here?
Sophie suddenly wanted to slap herself, but feared slapping herself to death, so she didn't.
Why bother chasing achievements in a perfectly good Galgame? Wasn't maxing out favorability enough?
Wasn't this as twisted as wanting to unlock all the memories of your favorite character in a pure-love game, so you deliberately sought out NTR CGs?
Perhaps she could handle them one by one. After all, she hadn't looked at any guides, tried repeatedly from scratch, and eventually saved them, so she understood their personalities and weaknesses well.
But seven of them.
And all seven of them had a 'white moonlight' named Hiso.
If they all met, would declaring them all her 'wings' still work?
Having her head cut off and a piece taken home by each of them for their collections might be her best outcome.
Damn it, what did Hiso's romantic debts have to do with Sophie?
Sophie took a deep breath, forcing herself not to think about a yandere ending.
Compared to that, considering her current situation was more important.
The problem at hand was...
How could she open a door requiring 15 Agility with -194 Agility?
Picking the lock required 15 Agility, forcing the door open required 16 Strength, and crafting a simple key required 16 Intelligence...
Just then, a hand waved in front of Sophie.
—To be precise, a giant flesh-colored mosaic block waved in front of Sophie.
Sophie: !
Eh?
She slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly raised her head.
Only then did Sophie realize someone had already entered, openly unlocking the door and walking in.
And with her -194 Perception, she hadn't even noticed.
If you asked why, it was because Sophie had opened her system log.
【Log: [Cultist Jailer A] entered the cell】
【Log: [Cultist Jailer A] "Hey! Number 0721! Are you dead or not? The ritual is starting early, get up now!"】
【Log: [Cultist Jailer A] "Stop playing dead! Believe it or not, I'll skin you alive and turn you into materials!"】
【Log: [Cultist Jailer A] "Are you deaf?"】
Deafness, that's a sign of an emperor.
Sophie was truly at her wit's end.
She felt like she and the jailer in front of her were completely different species.
Even if the other person spoke to her at a normal speed, she wouldn't understand a single word he was mumbling.
Her only way to perceive the outside world was through the system log. Who could she even complain to about this?
【Log: [Cultist Jailer A]: "You lowly sacrifice, stop playing dead."】
Stefan looked at Sophie, who was standing dumbly in front of him, silent as a statue, and sneered contemptuously.
All her body language conveyed only two words—resistance.
But he had seen too many people like her.
Those self-proclaimed strong female knights, those church nuns constantly muttering prayers for divine protection, those haughty noble ladies at banquets, the arrogant female mages, and even the elf royalty who considered themselves superior...
They all started out like this.
Cold, noble, disdainful, or praying for divine blessing.
But in this era where the gods had long departed, prayer was nothing more than an act to heighten pleasure.
It would only take a few days for them to understand how useless resistance was.
They might as well pray to him instead of the gods.
Thinking of this, Stefan licked his lips.
They had captured two very nice specimens today, and according to the rotation schedule, he would be able to 'sample' them after the ritual.
At the thought of the possible scene, he felt a stir in his pants.
He reached out a hand, grabbing for Sophie.
But just as his rough, dirt-stained, fan-like hand was about to grab Sophie.
Sophie finally completed the difficult act of raising her head.
In that instant.
Stefan saw Sophie's face.
A goddess.
A deity of beauty had descended before him.
This was the only thought in his mind.
"Please marry me!!!"
His hand recoiled as if shocked, as if touching this pure and sacred being before him would defile her.
Stefan's knees slammed heavily onto the rusted stone floor, making a dull thud.
Two streams of clear tears unexpectedly gushed from his bulging eyes, streaming wildly down his rough cheeks, mixing with snot and dust, smearing his entire face.
"I... I truly deserve to die!"
Stefan abruptly raised his hand and slapped himself so loudly that the entire corridor echoed. Half of his face instantly swelled, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, yet he seemed to feel no pain at all.
"What was I just thinking? I actually wanted to touch you with these filthy hands? What blasphemy!"
"God... no, Goddess, I'm leaving the cult. To hell with your damn rituals, your great revival, all of it!" He tore off the moon pendant from his neck, which symbolized his cult affiliation, and smashed it fiercely onto the ground.
Tears and snot smeared his face into a mess.
"I'm done. Elf princesses, church saints, kingdom female knights, noblewomen... I don't want any of them! Please marry me, marry me no matter what!"
"Goddess, marry me! I know I'm not worthy of you, but I'm strong. We'll go back to my hometown, a small village in the south with vast wheat fields. I'll work day and night to support you. We'll have children, two hundred of them! No, as many as you wish. I'll raise them all, and then we'll have two hundred more children..."
【Cultist Jailer A wishes to form a bond with you. Do you accept?】
Sophie: ?
What do you mean?
【Log: [Cultist Jailer B] entered the cell area】
"Stefan, you idiot, what are you doing? Hurry up and bring the sacrifice to the ritual grounds..."
The jailer named Raen wore similar worn leather armor, with a long string of keys and a standard rusty iron sword hanging from his waist. He yawned as he walked towards the cell.
His job was to prevent Stefan, that idiot, from damaging the sacrifice before the ritual.
Raen's voice abruptly stopped.
What met his eyes was Stefan, who usually boasted about having slept with dozens of female knights, now kneeling unceremoniously beside a pile of rotten hay, snot and tears streaming down his face as he kissed the filthy stone floor.
"Did your brain finally fry, you bastard?" Raen frowned, taking a large step forward with a look of disgust, his gaze passing over Stefan's broad back.
Then.
He saw Sophie.
It was a face that should not exist in this underground dungeon filled with filth, blood, and despair.
A countenance that should not exist among mortals.
Raen's Adam's apple bobbed violently, producing a loud gulp.
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably from extreme excitement.
His hand, which had been tightly gripping his sword hilt, now loosened. He collapsed like a puddle of melted mud, his knees buckling and slamming heavily onto the ground.
"Mo... Mama."
"Please be my Mama..."
Raen's mouth uttered a dream-like murmur.
Stefan, who had been kneeling on the ground, immersed in his imagined idyllic rural life, turned his head like a protective wild dog upon hearing that cry.
"Raen! You incurable trash! You disgraceful bastard!" Stefan roared, spit flying through the air. "How dare you use your filthy mouth to call out to the Goddess? How dare you even look at her? Get out! She's coming home with me to have two hundred children!"
Stefan tried to stand up and drive Raen away.
But he was a step too slow.
The infatuation in Raen's eyes instantly transformed into monstrous killing intent upon hearing Stefan's words.
"Shut up... You rotten flesh gnawed on by swine, what right do you have to kneel before Mama..."
Accompanied by a grating metallic scrape, Raen drew the long sword from his waist.
Without the slightest hesitation, without any regard for camaraderie, he gripped the sword with both hands, aimed at Stefan's thick neck, and brought it down with all his might.
"Shk—!"
Warm red liquid spurted upwards like a fountain, splashing onto the rough walls of the cell. Stefan's head, still bearing an angry expression, rolled a few times on the ground before coming to rest in the flea-infested pile of hay in the corner.
A headless corpse fell heavily into a pool of blood, twitching a few times before becoming still.
Raen tossed aside the blood-stained iron sword, completely unconcerned by the viscous liquid splashed on his face.
He squirmed through the pool of blood like a maggot, crawling directly to Sophie's front.
Raen raised his head, his blood-smeared face filled with devotion.
"Mama..." Raen said, "Please let me lick your feet! Entrust all this dust, all this filth to me! Please bestow upon me such glory!"
"If... if I'm too dirty, you can step on me too! Please mercilessly trample my filthy cheeks with your sacred soles! As long as I can feel your weight..."
【Cultist Jailer B wishes to become your adopted son. Do you accept?】
Sophie: ?
Sophie: What do you mean?
Rate on N.U.
