At that moment, Franlot, who had caught Ileya’s attention, felt an unimaginable sense of joy in his heart.
It wasn’t for any other reason than the top-tier girls standing before him, each with her own unique charm…
One could only imagine what kind of scenery these girls would become after growing for a few more years.
In his past life, Franlot was just a shut-in who loved video games. The most beautiful girls he had ever seen were internet celebrities behind phone screens or starlets with questionable acting skills.
But those vulgar women, hiding behind “space-warping” filters, were far inferior to the girls before him. The difference was like the gap between the 3D and 2D worlds!
‘Since the heavens allowed me to be reborn here and gave me the [System] as a cheat, it means I am the destined Protagonist!’
If it had been his past life, his previous injuries would have required months of hospitalization. But now, he had only needed to spend one Mall Coin to exchange for [Self-Healing] to recover completely!
And that wasn’t all.
Last night, after he woke from his coma, a system task had popped up before him.
[Sign-in Task: Ratman Village]
Following the System’s tips, he had walked around the Ratman village and easily completed the task, earning his rewards.
Besides reaching Level 2, he had also gained a D-rank talent called “Stag’s Strength.”
Its effect was to increase his Strength by 10, and this talent could even be upgraded.
According to the System, it could eventually become the A+ rank talent “Colossal Statue Strength.”
Of course, those 10 points of Strength weren’t the reason he was excited or why he believed himself to be the destined Protagonist.
Rather, it was because he was familiar with the lore of the “Dark Continent.”
He knew the power system of this world came from the [Supreme Beings], meaning different believers gained different abilities.
Most importantly, as Transcendents grew stronger—especially above the ninth Rank—they were easily influenced by the will of the [Supreme Being] within the [Blessing]. At best, they became mad or crippled; at worst, they turned into monsters and lost all reason.
In other words, the powerhouses of this world had a limit! But he had no such concerns! He didn’t need to rely on the [Blessing] of a [Supreme Being] to possess transcendent power; he could even grow infinitely stronger through the System!!
‘This… is the difference between me, the Protagonist, and these otherworld natives!’
No matter how weak he was now, he would one day surpass everyone on this continent—including the Lady before him! ‘By then, she might even be a member of my harem…’
“Heh… hehe.”
Thinking of this, Franlot subconsciously let out a laugh.
“You… what are you laughing at?”
In the next second, Ileya’s voice doused the fire in Franlot’s heart. It also made his ribs ache instinctively.
“No… it’s nothing.” He lowered his head, hiding the disdain that unconsciously flickered in his eyes whenever he faced these natives.
“Is that so? If you laugh again… I’ll pull your teeth out.”
Ileya’s tone held a faint hint of a smile, but that smile made Franlot—and everyone else present—shiver. Instantly, all eyes turned toward the youth standing next to Arthur.
‘Did this guy offend the Lady before?’
‘Being targeted right after joining the team… how tragic.’
“Ahem, I didn’t have time to inform everyone earlier, so this is a good opportunity.” Arthur coughed twice to dispel the awkward atmosphere. He patted Franlot on the shoulder. “Everyone is here, so why don’t you introduce yourself?”
Feeling the weight of the scrutinizing gazes fixed upon him, Franlot felt a surge of panic. In his past life, he was just a shut-in, and social anxiety was perfectly normal.
But then he thought of his identity as the destined Protagonist… and his grand ambition to suppress this entire era and take all these girls into his harem.
The boy took a deep breath. After sweeping his gaze across everyone present, a confident smile appeared on his face!
“Everyone—Smack!—GAH!!”
Before he could utter another word, a palm wrapped in black armor slapped him directly across the face!
Thwack!
HP -60
Amidst the splashing blood, two of Franlot’s back molars went flying!
‘Why…?’
Prostrate on the ground, Franlot trembled from the intense pain, feeling utterly bewildered. In an instant, countless emotions flooded his brain: fear, anger, humiliation, and grievance.
Thump!
Before he could recover and crawl back up, his head was pinned down by a foot wearing a small leather boot!
From above, Ileya’s cold, heartless voice drifted down.
“Repeat what I just said.”
‘What… what did she say?’ Franlot was clearly dazed by Insmouth’s slap. It wasn’t until he felt the pressure on his skull increasing that he suddenly snapped back to his senses! Looking at the numbers flashing before his eyes, Franlot trembled uncontrollably.
HP -1
HP -1
HP -1…
“You… you said… if I laughed again… you would pull my teeth out…”
“And?”
Ileya’s voice rang out again, but this time, it seemed laced with something else. Murderous intent. Franlot couldn’t quite identify it, but the others could feel how thick it was.
“L-Lady…” The kind and simple Holy Sword Bearer was still the first to speak. Based on her impression of the Lady, she knew the girl was fully capable of crushing the boy’s head like a grape in the next second.
Arthur, on the other hand, showed no reaction, simply standing to the side and watching coldly.
‘Damn it… is this woman insane? Why is her hostility toward me so great? I only laughed!’
Though his body was in pain, having his grand ambitions trampled underfoot like this—especially in front of the girls he had designated for his harem—made the Transmigrator feel as if his face were burning.
The seed of a Remnant Soul that had been planted last night finally sprouted.
“Heh… hehehe…”
Franlot, whose head was pinned by Ileya, didn’t beg for mercy. Instead, he let out another low laugh!
“Thirty years to the east, thirty years to the west…”
“DON’T BULLY THE YOUNG FOR BEING POOR!!”
The moment he roared that phrase, the expressions on everyone’s faces became incredibly vivid!
Compared to the surprised Reliel, the confused Veil, the jealous Amisa, and the satisfied, smiling Arthur… the expressions of Ileya and Holly were far more intriguing.
‘Wait a minute!!’
‘Pause, pause!’
‘Why does that sound so familiar?’
The Holy Sword Bearer’s mouth hung open. ‘This guy… this guy… is he a Transmigrator too?!’
‘Is he going to say something about “good fortune” next…?’
‘No! Wait…’
‘The Transmigrators in this world… besides myself, they are very likely to be…’
Thinking of this, Holly’s hands trembled slightly. Looking at the man whose head was pinned to the ground, a trace of fear flickered deep within her eyes.