Chapter 6: Possession is Always New (Part 2)

Pitch-black darkness.

I woke up in the darkness without even a slight light, and I was constantly struggling to escape from this space.

Of course, no matter how desperately I struggled, nothing really changed.

“Logout.”

[You do not have permission.]

“…Force quit game.”

[You can only use this function after completing all quests.]

“Can’t you just let me out, System? I suddenly don’t want to play the game anymore.”

[You do not have permission.]

It says I don’t have permission for everything. I glared.

The system message that showed its presence in front of me was businesslike.

It was like a customer service representative using a macro because they were too lazy to reply individually. It was no

different from that. I took a deep breath and said quietly.

“Skills.”

[Skills are not possible due to the effect of the sealing magic, but you can view the skill window. Would you still like

to view it?]

YES/NO.

Tsk, I clicked my tongue.

What’s the point of looking at skills that I can’t even use? What is this, are you making fun of me? This wasn’t helpful in this situation.

Fortunately, almost nothing had changed since the last time I was possessed, so that was convenient.

“I don’t think there’s anything to see in the inventory, so the only things worth checking are the status window and

the cash shop.”

I can’t access the cash shop anyway, so I’ll pass. Then the only thing left is the status window.

“Status window.”

I left my shame behind when I was possessed before.

I uttered the now familiar status window as if it were familiar, and carefully examined the character’s stats that were

glittering in front of me.

[Character Status Window]

Name: Charlotte Cyclamen

Gender: Female

Job: Charlotte Cyclamen

Race: Hybrid (Dhampir)

Title: Blood Avenger, Agent of the Primordial

Stat Points: 1

Strength: E(0/10)

Agility: E(0/10)

Mana(Magic): D(0/10)

Luck: F(0/10)

Unique Ability: Blood Mana

Traits: Beginner’s Benefit (A), Blood Imprint (S)

 Random Gacha. 1 free trait draw available.

“Wow, f**k. What is this? These miserable stats.”

The highest is D. The lowest is F. I was dumbfounded looking at the extreme status window filled with E’s. What is

this? These trash stats. I was purely amazed in a different way.

It really was crazy stats in many ways.

The overall interface hasn’t changed from the previous work, so F must be the lowest. I tried to allocate the one stat

point I had to strength, and as I whispered, the number changed from 0 to 1 as if voice recognition was possible.

[Character Status Window]

Name: Charlotte Cyclamen

Gender: Female

Job: Charlotte Cyclamen

Race: Hybrid (Dhampir)

Title: Blood Avenger, Agent of the Primordial

Stat Points: 0

Strength: E(1/10)

Agility: E(0/10)

Mana: D(0/10)

Luck: F(0/10)

Unique Ability: Blood Mana

Traits: Beginner’s Benefit (A), Blood Imprint (S)

 Random Gacha. 1 free trait draw available.

“…Oh. So it changes like this.”

This is a function that didn’t exist before.

So that’s it. When I fill up the stat points to a total of 10, my strength will increase from E to the upgraded version D.

It’s nice and simple, but it’s sad that it’s still D even after upgrading.

“Sigh—. Well, whatever.”

More importantly, I felt like I was going to lose my mind starting from scratch again. At least when I was possessed

last time, I was possessed by my main character, so I lived a life where I didn’t have to worry about stats, except for

my mind being exhausted.

What’s there to worry about when you’re already at the highest level?

The genre wasn’t even a dating sim. In those days, it was good to say that worrying was a luxury. I cut down

everything I saw. So I was able to solve the quest without any difficulty from the beginning.

“Not anymore.”

As I killed everyone I saw without hesitation, my notoriety spread, and many people called me the Heavenly Demon,

meaning the demon that dyed the sky red with blood, rather than by my name.

Why am I saying this?

In short, the situation is completely different from now.

“I’m f***ed.”

Such words came out of my mouth without me realizing it. In a world where I might end up dead in reality if I die, I

had to choose quests carefully from now on.

The quest always makes unreasonable demands. It won’t be any different this time. This damn game always made

me uncomfortable, saying it had to create a crisis to be fun. Phew, I took a short breath and calmly accepted reality.

“One trait is good, and the other looks ominous.”

Is this really okay? I made a slightly wary expression. Beginner’s Benefit looks good, but Blood Imprint, which is

right next to it, was ominous.

Blood contract or blood blessing, not blood imprint. Doesn’t the word imprint sound like a curse?

“I guess trait confirmation doesn’t work with voice recognition.”

I tried to look closely and said several times to check the characteristics of Beginner’s Benefit and Blood Imprint, but

there was no movement.

Do I have to click this? How annoying. It was unfortunate that it was impossible because my arms were tied with

chains and I couldn’t move. I guess I’ll have to read this later after doing the free trait draw.

In the end, the only way I can escape from this place right now is to shake my whole body and pray for the chains to come off.

That’s because, while I’m using all sorts of methods to escape as quickly as possible, everything I can do is limited

because even my abilities are completely sealed.

It’s sad that even among those limited methods, the only thing I can do is struggle and try to loosen the chains little

by little, but even this wasn’t very helpful.

But it’s better than accepting reality without doing anything.

Unfortunately, despite this excellent mindset of not giving up like a shonen (boy) manga protagonist, the limit came quickly.

“Seriously, f**k.”

I stopped struggling for a moment because I was out of breath and muttered a small curse.

The more I struggled, the more these damn chains tightened instead of weakening. It was as if they were laughing at

me, asking, ‘Try harder if you can. Are you still not giving up?’

At the same time, my chest and throat tightened, and I let out a small groan, and I eventually stopped struggling.

“I’m going crazy.”

I looked ahead with a disgusted expression.

A space of nothingness, where there is only darkness, let alone living creatures or objects.

A world where strong negative energy that would make even high-ranking demons flinch floats like the air

commonly seen in the human world. An ordinary person would not be able to survive for even a moment and would

die screaming in pain as their skin melted like a person exposed to radiation.

Or they would become a demon who lost their mind because they couldn’t stand it.

Both are the same terrible end.

I sighed, still with a disgusted face, recalling what the system had told me about where this place was a while ago.

A prison that demons consider a legend, the bottom of the bottom of the demon realm. It was like character  in Greek

mythology.

A place called ‘Abyss’, where those who have broken taboos or committed unforgivable sins are imprisoned, or where

losers are trapped in darkness where they cannot see ahead.

It was a prison with a terrible legend that it was safe to say that there was no assumption of survival if one were to be

trapped in the abyss.

It was a prison with a reputation so strong that there was even a legend that it once imprisoned a god who had

committed a terrible sin. I never imagined that I would actually come here. And with my gender changed.

Clank, clank.

Every time I struggled with my arms and legs, I heard the sound of metal clashing. My chest, which had become

unnecessarily heavy as my body became that of a woman, tightened.

Along with that, the chains wrapped around my whole body, including my arms, legs, torso, and neck, tightened as if

to say it was ridiculous the more I struggled, and tightened around my neck.

Gag… Cough—.

“Ugh.”

I’m suffocating.

My eyes become bloodshot due to the pain. I feel like I’m going to cry.

My throat was choked, and even if I wanted to resist, there was nothing I could do because my body was tied up.

Every time I twisted my body to escape, these terrible chains only pressed my body even harder.

As if telling me not to make unnecessary resistance.

The intention of the chain was clearly conveyed. The sealing magic was more solid than I thought. In the end, I

concluded that it was foolish to even think of escaping by twisting my body.

“Did I really live my life in vain?”

I sighed, looking at this dark space itself, and lamented.

“I didn’t cause my parents any trouble, and I think I lived more diligently than others. Was I wrong?”

After resentment was anger. After anger was acceptance. And after acceptance was the time of resignation.

I let out a hollow laugh, uttering nonsense. It was a hollow smile. It was the laughter of one who had given up. I don’t

know what kind of sin I committed in my previous life that God hates me so much.

I really need to seriously suspect that I sold my country to the enemy in a war.

“Unless my past life was a traitor who sold out the country, this doesn’t make sense.”

Otherwise, there’s no way God would give me such a harsh trial.

Even though I was once possessed by a damn game character, the great God… the f***ing God doesn’t seem to be

satisfied. And this time, it’s the sequel to the game I was possessed by, which made my heart feel uneasy.

I said goodbye to Leticia as if I would never return, and in fact, I broke up with her in a way that was like using her

and throwing her away, so if she found out that I had returned, it was obvious what would happen.

I shuddered.

I don’t even want to think about it. It would be fortunate if she only poured out resentment and hatred. The problem

was that there was no guarantee that I wouldn’t suffer more than that.

I shed tears of blood in my heart, and after carefully looking around again, I confirmed that there was absolutely no

hole to escape in this space, and I despaired.

“From the beginning, with these chains tying my body. I don’t think I can escape.”

I wish the damn system would at least give me a quest. It has been silent since announcing that the prologue story

was over.

This is really not right. It’s too much. It’s torture to be in this space where I can’t see anything for even an hour, but

now I don’t even know how many hours I’ve been trapped.

“Are you struggling with just that? My goodness. I can’t bear to see my descendant struggling with this much.”

“…Who…?!”

“I’ve been right in front of your eyes. Don’t look at the view narrowly, look at it broadly. That’s how you’ll see.”

A calm but languid woman’s voice.

The woman’s words were full of leisure. Startled, I hurriedly raised my head and looked around.

And I saw it.

As if one with the darkness, with her hands twisted behind her back, kneeling down, dozens of swords and arrows

stuck in her back, a woman whose limbs were tightly bound by thick and strong chains.

A woman with obsidian-like wings, where twelve wings that were once white and clean were blackened and cut or

plucked, with almost no wings maintaining their original shape.

I looked at it with my own two eyes.

“…Ah, uh.”

Fear prevented me from speaking.

I had felt this feeling when I saw Charlotte Cyclamen’s prologue story. The woman who gave orders to my mother in

this body.

A monster that made me feel fear just by looking at it.

It was a woman with a similar atmosphere to the monster that made me feel the emotion of fear after a long time.

They seem to look similar, too.

Red eyes like a sinister star that illuminates the night sky.

It’s too dark to see, but when I looked closely, her hair was also black like the night sky.

It’s clear that she’s mysterious and more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen, but physiological disgust and fear

were stronger.

I swallowed hard.

I knew that the goddess of the demon realm had a very beautiful human appearance. I knew, but I didn’t know it was

to this extent. The woman looked at me trembling and spoke calmly.

“Don’t be afraid. I just fell and became a hideous appearance as a price for betraying the goddess of the heavens.”

“……You’re not hideous. You’re very beautiful… Who, who are you?”

“There’s no need to flatter me. Ahem, my name is Lucifel. A seraphim who once claimed to be the right arm of the

goddess, and a fallen angel who was defeated after rebelling.”

The one who created the demons. And, the woman added after taking a deep breath.

“A foolish devil who was betrayed by a trusted colleague and thrown to the ground. I am one of the demons you call

ancient demons.”

The woman smiled awkwardly.

“I don’t know how many thousands of years it’s been since I’ve seen a living being. You can listen and ignore it, but

would you like to listen to the complaints of this insignificant old woman in the back room?”

Then, a sudden quest caught my eye.

[Main Quest: Let’s talk with Goddess Lucifel.]

[Goddess Lucifel wants to talk. Talking to her might give you useful information to escape this place.]

[Reward: 10,000 cash and +6 stat points]

10,000 cash and +6 stat points.

Just by talking, I can get information and 10,000 won that can be used in the cash shop, and 6 stat points.

If there is anyone who resists this, that person is definitely a fool.

“I’ll definitely do it.”

Capital and rewards are the best.