Chapter 5: Possession is Always New (Part 1)

『The prologue begins.』

A clear voice, like a voice actor reading, was heard.

That voice, speaking calmly like a narration, awakened my consciousness that had sunk deep into the abyss.

Gasp-!

Taking a rough breath and slowly opening my eyes, I blinked a few times due to dizziness. Then, as soon as my mind

cleared, I instantly grasped the current situation and my face contorted.

This heterogeneous feeling. A familiar sensation that I can never forget. How could I forget? It was the same feeling I

had when I was first possessed by the game.

F**k, no way, right?

Someone, anyone, please tell me it’s not true.

Naturally, there was no answer.

There was no need to wonder where I was. Having already experienced this before, I could immediately understand

my current situation.

I’ve been possessed by a game character I created again. And it’s the sequel to the game I was previously possessed by.

I only said I wanted to see the hero’s party, but I never said I wanted to be possessed.

I muttered a curse inwardly.

Crazy.

This is really a crazy game. Why is it only happening to me?

It may sound pathetic, but I was more wronged than anyone else. If someone asked me if I was angry instead of

happy about experiencing possession twice, when others can’t, I would like to say.

Then would you like to be possessed instead? If you do, I’d like to ask if I can help you do it.

Since I couldn’t speak, I just screamed inwardly, Ugh, and sighed, thinking of the users who were still enjoying the game.

Don’t be ridiculous, really. F***ing operator, if you have a conscience, let me out.

Ah … I also want to be possessed by another world like the protagonist of a novel.

…. Harem pure love.

… Harem pure love my a**. Go die.

I raised one eyebrow, recalling a community comment I had seen somewhere. Why don’t you possess those guys

instead? I really don’t understand why I’m being dragged in, when I’m a perfectly fine student who got into college.

My body moved according to my will, but I must have covered my face with one hand.

With a gloomy face, I looked ahead.

As if it were just before the character’s prologue story began, I was looking ahead from the perspective of the

character I created, Charlotte Cyclamen.

Is this time I’m going to witness this Charlotte character’s past story?

I frowned.

Becoming a woman was a problem, but even after reading the brief story description, it was a dark and pitiful

character, so I was worried that I would become depressed by synchronizing with the character’s spirit.

‘More importantly, the most noticeable thing is that.’

The red-stained sky, the burning house.

The two moons floating in the sky and the blood-stained ground. Having been here before when I was Damian

Radius, I narrowed my eyes.

The Demon Realm.

The atmosphere is a little different, but this was definitely the middle of the Demon Realm. I could tell at once

because the atmosphere was just as brutal as before.

Just in time, the story began on its own. A calm narration began to tickle my ears.

[I sat down on the floor with blood-soaked hands, and with a pale face, I held the body of my brother, who was alive

just a moment ago. Where did it go wrong and break? No. Maybe I was punished for my mistake of forcibly holding

onto a fate that was destined to be broken from the beginning. I shouldn’t have believed them, even if they were

family. I thought it was a happy family, even if it wasn’t normal. I thought it was a family full of love, even if it wasn’t

happy. Even when other demons pointed fingers and cursed our family, I thought they were great and proud parents

who achieved the impossible love between humans and demons. But what came back was the cold punishment of my

mother’s betrayal.]

My mouth opened regardless of my will, and my clenched hands trembled.

“Why… Why did you do this! Father, Karl, Shari… and me! Didn’t you say you loved us, that you would protect us? Is

this all your love amounts to? Huh? Mother!”

I, no, Charlotte Cyclamen, threw a question filled with resentment and hatred at the woman standing with a sword

whose entire blade was shining red, dripping with the blood of her family who were alive just a moment ago.

The woman was a beautiful woman with black hair, just like Charlotte.

She looked down at me with a mechanical expression that showed no emotion, then knelt down and met my eyes

directly.

Eyes shining with a strange red light stared at me. When our eyes met, my body trembled regardless of my will. Of

course. I don’t know, but Charlotte had just fought a battle to the death with this woman and was miserably defeated.

Even if my head doesn’t remember, my body remembers. Fear. The woman quietly said my name.

“Charlotte.”

I gritted my teeth.

After killing everyone, I clenched the sword in my hand at the disgusting behavior of my mother pretending to care,

and shouted with an expression that said it was hypocritical.

“Don’t call my name with that filthy mouth!”

My eyes became bloodshot. The woman flinched at her daughter’s shout.

Soon, she returned to her usual expressionless face as if nothing had happened. Seeing that, I lowered my head, let

go of the sword I was holding, and let out a hollow laugh.

[“Haha, it’s not even funny. If you’re going to kill me, kill me. Sympathy? Comfort? What, love and hate? What’s the

point of me surviving alone when you’ve killed everyone?”

After laughing at the woman who was once my mother, the narration continued to chatter about the story.

In a world dominated by pure-blood demons, I endured a life of discrimination, even though I was born with strong

power despite being a half-blood, because I had family and siblings. And I was determined. To protect everyone with

my own hands. But what’s the result? Nothing is left. Nothing. Absolutely nothing is left. My heart, betrayed by

someone so terribly precious, was already torn to shreds. There was no way Charlotte, who had fought a battle to the

death with her mother in that state, had any strength left to fight.]

Clatter.

The sword, stained red with the woman’s blood, fell to the ground. I laughed weakly and said.

“I don’t have any strength in my body. So kill me now. Before I kill you with my own hands, kill me with yours.”

“…That’s not for you to decide…”

“If you’re a mother. Even if you’re a rotten mother, can’t you at least grant the request of your poor daughter who will

die by your hands?”

“….”

The woman moved her lips and finally closed her mouth. It was a sign of refusal. As if I expected it, I smiled miserably.

It was an answer worthy of her. I was now at my wit’s end with her consistent, f***ing consistent appearance.

A hollow laugh escaped me.

I tilted my head slightly and stared into her eyes, asking.

“Was it fun? All this time, the sight of a child who wasn’t even like a child struggling to play the role of a daughter.”

“….”

“It must have been ridiculous. You laughed, saying it was all a futile act.”

I looked up at the sky, spitting out the words I had been holding back in my heart.

[Before I died, I looked up at the sky for the last time and prayed to the goddess who would not grant my wish.

Goddess of the demons, are you punishing me like this because you don’t like me, a half-demon? Are you punishing

me because I am foolish? Are you so horrified by the sight of me desperately clinging to the cold body of my younger

sibling in the cold rain, screaming in grief and sorrow? Are you not granting my request because you find it pathetic

that I have forgotten the pride of the demons and wail like a beast?]

My voice trembled slightly, as if asking for salvation.

“…Answer me.”

Naturally, there was no answer. Salvation does not exist, and God is just a figment of imagination. That means it doesn’t exist from the beginning.

[If you exist. If you are not a figment of imagination. Goddess Lucifel, who has more power than the Demon King to

rule the demons, please grant the request of a foolish half-demon. If you wish, I will give you my body and soul. If

you want me to lick your feet, I will lick them, and if you want me to bow my head, I will bow. So please. Please, save

my siblings and father. Unlike me, a murderer who has cut down many lives, including my fellow countrymen, they

are innocent.]

The goddess remained silent.

I stared at the woman I had faithfully followed, thinking of her as my mother, with hollow eyes. The woman soon

hesitated and bit her lip.

“You make that kind of expression.”

At least she had a heart that felt sorry for her daughter. I didn’t know you still had that kind of heart left in you. No.

All of this could be a hallucination I’m seeing as I’m dying.

That’s why I wanted to ask more.

“What was the existence of family to you? Huh? A toy to be used and discarded once?”

“To me, family is…”

The woman, who had been pondering something for a long time, finally opened her mouth when a new person

appeared.

Who is that again?

I made a disgusted expression at the end of the messed up family, and then turned my attention to the newly

intruded person. That person looked like a female demon, but she was too heterogeneous to be considered a pure-

blood demon.

I couldn’t help but be startled by the atmosphere that stimulated fear, even though she was clearly taking the form of a human. My body stiffened in fear.

My teeth chattered. It was the appearance of a new monster.

I’ve never heard of or seen such a demon.

How far back in the past is this character’s time that a completely unknown character appears? I thought it might be

a new clue, and I carefully observed the woman.

“Hmm.”

The woman immediately approached me, roughly grabbed my chin with her hand, looked around, and clearly

showed a disappointed expression. Then, as if dealing with a toy that had lost her interest, she threw me to the

ground.

“Ugh…!”

“Is it a failure after all? It’s a pity. Was your mind broken by just this much?”

The woman, who uttered incomprehensible words, turned her back without hesitation as soon as she arrived, and spat out.

“Rose. She’s your daughter, so deal with her as you see fit. If you kill her, bring the body… Well, if you have even a

shred of sympathy, it’s okay to seal her.”

“!”

“It’s a reward. But there won’t be a next time. Make sure to deal with it properly.”

“…I will obey the divine command.”

I knew very well that both the woman who proudly gave that as a reward and my mother, who accepted it without a

moment’s hesitation, were the same kind of crazy.

At least tell me your name.

As I followed the back of the woman who leisurely disappeared from my sight with unrepentant steps, a magic circle

emitting light was engraved under my feet in the blink of an eye.

The magic circle suddenly began to move.

I opened my eyes wide.

Sealing magic.

It was definitely sealing magic.

I stared blankly at it, and when I realized that the magic circle engraved under my feet was sealing magic, I shouted

urgently.

“Don’t seal me in a pathetic way, kill me! Kill me. If you give me a chance, I will definitely kill you…!”

“Kill her.”

“…?”

“If I die by my daughter’s hand, I will be satisfied with that. If you are released from this seal, you can come and kill me anytime.”

Come and judge me, a sinner. The woman added.

Unlike me, who was surprised by her unexpected actions, she shed a single tear and apologized.

“…I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. You, Karl, Shari… even my husband.”

“What do you mean… Ugh!!”

Before she could finish her sentence, dozens of chains from the magic circle began to bind my mouth and body. I

gradually became bound, unable to resist the chains of powerful mana.

The chains led me to the abyss.

Clank, clank. Even if I struggled and resisted, the power of the chains only became stronger. After experiencing

Charlotte’s body being separated from the world, I muttered.

F***ing operator.

The prologue of the character named Charlotte Cyclamen ended in a rather vain way.

[Prologue story ‘The lie hidden behind the truth’ ends.]

[The next story will proceed in a quest format, and you must clear the quest to get a hint to return to the original

world. If you wish, you don’t have to go back this time.]

And so, my consciousness was once again submerged in darkness.