Dusk.
Erashia Continent, border mountain path of the Cavalier Kingdom.
【Creak—Clang—】
Wendy Black was yanked back to consciousness by a violent jolt.
His head felt like it had been bashed repeatedly by a troll’s wooden club, each tremor shredding his nerves.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and sweat—so pungent it could suffocate anyone used to a life of comfort.
Wendy struggled to lift his eyelids; his blurry vision gradually sharpened.
This is… a prison wagon?!
Rough wooden bars, filthy straw, and… several enlarged, twisted beastly faces.
A tall, fat pig-headed woman was sizing him up, her mouth stretched ear to ear, exposing yellow-black fangs.
Beside her, a dog-headed woman was also sniffing him with ill intent, a low growl rumbling in her throat.
“Th-this place is…”
Wendy’s head buzzed.
Then, a flood of tangled memories surged into his mind—his mundane days as an office worker on Earth, and the life of Wendy Black, prince of the Cavalier Kingdom, flashing before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
“Damn!”
He’d transmigrated.
And not just that—he’d been here for eighteen years before his memories awakened.
Wendy even clearly remembered, just before crossing over, he’d been grinding away at this game on his computer…
Witch’s Conquest, famous for its groundbreaking core setting—”female-dominated world for male players.”
Those female characters, whether in their pure, innocent illustrations or their corrupted witch CGs, all precisely targeted the player’s XP System.
Beneath fair skin were graceful curves; within dark, wild hues lurked deadly allure…
It was practically the ultimate fantasy land for every LSP!
“Wait… ‘Wendy Black’… prince of the Cavalier Kingdom…”
Wendy chewed over his own name.
In an instant, a chill shot up from his soles to the crown of his head, his blood freezing solid!
This name! This identity!
Wasn’t he the “white-giving” prince of the Cavalier Kingdom in Witch’s Conquest?
In the game’s story, he was first captured by beastmen, falling into the hands of a cruel beastman shaman.
Then, after being rescued by Astreia, the first princess of the Valoran Kingdom, Wendy Black offered himself to her and suggested she draw the Cavalier Kingdom’s ancestral holy sword—【Sword of Glory and Ruin, Bamruke】.
In name: to borrow the holy sword’s might, expel the beastmen, and reclaim his homeland.
But the “holy sword” had long since been utterly corrupted by the ancient Sernye Demon King sealed within!
The moment Astreia, full of hope, drew it, the Sernye Demon King’s filthy power would crazily erode her body and mind.
Forcing her to fuse with it, becoming a terrifying existence that made the whole continent tremble—the Sernye Witch!
And Wendy Black… would become the Sernye Witch’s exclusive “Doll Queen Consort”…
At this moment, CG scenes flashed uncontrollably through Wendy’s mind.
Astreia, after falling into darkness, her even more exaggerated, proud southern hemisphere curves; those long, beautiful legs brimming with terrifying power; and her eyes, stripped of moral restraint, left only with possessive allure…
“Hiss!!!”
Wendy shuddered uncontrollably, a thrill impossible to describe seizing his heart.
“That six-foot-tall stunner… just imagining it is insane… ahem!”
Instinctively touching his lower back, he forcefully cut off those absurd thoughts.
“Calm down, calm down… 2, 3, 5, 7, 11…”
Wendy mimicked a certain priest, silently counting prime numbers to suppress the chill and churning memories within.
Staying away from Astreia was the top priority…
No, the root was the beastmen invasion!
After all, the holy sword was buried in the Cavalier Kingdom, a legend that swept across the entire Erashia Continent.
If the beastmen weren’t defeated, Astreia, under the immense pressure of their armies at the gates, would still go draw that damned “holy sword”!
She’d still fall, and the continent would still be doomed!
And as for himself, a frail prince incapable of even tying up a chicken, even if he managed to escape the beastmen’s clutches, in this female-dominated chaos, he’d probably just end up as some mountain bandit queen’s “captive husband,” with a fate just as miserable…
“Hehehe, look at this tender little prince—he’s awake!”
A coarse female voice cut off Wendy’s thoughts.
The pig-headed beastman captain—Greta—shook her massive, flabby body, the whip in her hand stained with dark brown blood, cracking it with a loud snap.
“Snap—”
“Little prince, you’re a precious offering for our shaman, Shala Wiseclaw!”
“But then…”
Greta grinned wickedly, lifting Wendy’s chin with her whip handle, her beady eyes brimming with open malice.
“Before we offer you to the shaman, we, the ones who captured you, can have a little ‘taste’ of what the Cavalier Kingdom’s prince is like tonight, hehehe~”
The pig-headed guards around them burst into coarse laughter.
Shala Wiseclaw!
Wendy’s heart pounded with alarm.
In the game’s lore, this beastman shaman was a madwoman who delighted in torture, especially of handsome men.
Falling into her hands meant no hope for life or death.
He had to escape before reaching Shala’s camp!
Greta seemed quite satisfied with the terror that flashed across Wendy’s face, swaying her flabby hips as she left the side of the prison wagon.
Wendy quickly scanned his surroundings.
An opportunity… where was it?
His gaze finally landed on a dog-headed beastwoman in the corner.
A minor cannon fodder from the opening CG.
Her name was Luna, and she’d just been berated and shoved by another pig-headed woman over a piece of moldy jerky, her eyes full of resentment.
Good, she’s the one.
Wendy seized the chance, quietly moving toward the edge of the cage.
“Are you really content to be forever beneath those dumb pigs?”
Luna whipped her head around, glaring at him from the side.
But Wendy’s lips curved in a faint, mysterious smile, his peach blossom eyes now brimming with a charm that could bewitch any beast’s heart.
“Their pig-brained minds can’t appreciate a true hunter or warrior… Your speed, your sharpness, are second to none.”
“And what do they give you… moldy jerky and a whip? While they prepare to feast on the best dinner for themselves.”
He paused deliberately, watching Luna’s reaction.
“What do you know, human boy!”
The dog-headed woman growled low, but the unwillingness in her eyes grew.
“I know plenty,” Wendy kept smiling, slowing his words, “I know of a secret treasure of the Cavalier Kingdom, enough for you to recruit an army loyal only to you, maybe… even make you the new ruler of these mountains!”
“Treasure? Why should I believe you?”
Luna scoffed, but her dog ears perked up.
“Because only direct royal blood of the Cavalier Kingdom knows the password to open the vault, and the true entrance.”
Wendy spoke calmly, softly revealing place names and secret signs: “Thirty li east of the royal city, on the brightest moonlit night, stand in the shadow of the middle tree, facing sunset—you’ll see a rock shaped like a weeping banshee. The ‘mouth’ of that rock is the entrance.”
These were secrets only the royal family knew in the game, some even unreleased Easter eggs.
As expected, Luna’s gaze changed instantly.
These details were not something an ordinary captive could make up.
The ice of suspicion melted away, replaced by the flames of greed.
Seeing this, Wendy knew it was time for the final push.
“Help me, Luna. As long as I survive, I—and everything in that vault—will be yours.”
He turned his face slightly, just enough to reveal his pale, vulnerable neck, while his peripheral vision flickered toward Greta and her guards.
“That dumb pig has been drooling over me for ages… After tonight, you’ll get nothing—not even a place in line.”
“!!!”
Greed, and the resentment she’d held toward the pig-headed women for so long, instantly overwhelmed what little reason the dog-headed woman had left.
Luna’s eyes flickered, finally flashing with a ruthless light…
The prison wagon creaked, rolling along a narrow, steep mountain path—one side was a cliff, the other a bottomless abyss.
“Now!” Wendy mouthed to her.
[Bang!]
Luna suddenly exploded into action, slamming with all her might into the unsuspecting Greta!
Greta had been boasting about tonight’s “fun” with a few trusted pig-headed women.
The unexpected blow knocked her off balance; screaming, she dragged several of her cronies with her, tumbling down the dark mountainside.
Amidst the chaos, Luna snatched the keys, unlocked the iron gate of the cage, and roughly dragged Wendy out, pinning him hard to the ground.
“This human prince is mine now!” she snarled at the other beastmen, who were riled up and eager to avenge Greta, “When I’m done with him, you’ll all get a turn!”
The remaining beastmen saw Wendy’s delicate, jade-like skin exposed in the scuffle, and his breathtakingly beautiful face.
Their throats bobbed; primal desire overwhelmed any thought of revenge.
They hesitated, then lowered their weapons, tacitly acknowledging Luna’s leadership, their eyes burning as they lined up.
Luna panted heavily, eyes blood-red, ready to “celebrate victory” and “enjoy her spoils” in the most primal way.
Wendy’s heart sank instantly.
Out of the pig’s mouth, into the dog’s jaws?
“Little prince, once I’ve had my fill, we’ll go find that treasure! Hehehe~”
But at that moment—
【Whoosh!】
A flash of silver tore through the gloom, a piercing sound slicing the air!
“Ah!!!”
Luna looked down in disbelief—a spear tip, glinting coldly, jutted from her chest, blood gushing out.
The dog-headed woman’s eyes widened, and she collapsed straight to the ground.
Scalding blood splattered across Wendy’s face.
Silver flashed again, swift as lightning!
【Squelch—】
The remaining beastmen didn’t even see their enemy before their throats were pierced in an instant, blood bubbling from their mouths and noses as they fell, faces full of shock and unwillingness.
The slaughter was over in a single breath.
A thick, bloody scent filled the air.
Wendy, still in shock, gasped for breath.
He looked up, and saw a figure bathed in the faint glow.
A voluptuous form encased in shining heavy armor, pale golden hair neatly coiled behind her head.
In her hand, a gigantic war lance, even longer than she was tall, pointed to the ground, the spearhead still dripping with beastman blood…
The newcomer was none other than the first princess of the Valoran Kingdom—Astreia.
Why put a gay barbatros and Lalter?? Tf