Dusk.
Along a mountain path on the border of the GreatKnight Kingdom, located on the continent of Elasia.
[Creak—Clang—]
A violent jolt forcefully pulled Wendy Black back to consciousness. His head felt like it had been repeatedly bashed by a troll's club, with every tremor tearing at his nerve endings. The air was thick with the stench of musk and sweat, a smell so potent it could suffocate anyone accustomed to a pampered life.
With great difficulty, Wendy opened his eyes. His blurry vision slowly came into focus.
This is... a prison wagon?!
Rough wooden bars, filthy straw, and... a few distorted, magnified beast-faces. A tall, stout sow-woman was inspecting him, a grin stretching to her ears and revealing yellowed, black tusks. Beside her, a she-dog-person sniffed at him menacingly, a low growl rumbling in her throat.
"Wh...where am I..." Wendy's head throbbed.
Suddenly, a massive flood of memories rushed into his mind. The daily grind of an office worker on Earth and the life of Wendy Black, prince of the GreatKnight Kingdom, flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.
"Damn it!"
He had transmigrated.
And it had taken eighteen years for his memories to awaken. Wendy even distinctly remembered that before he transmigrated, he was grinding away at this very game on his computer...
"Witch's Conquest" was renowned for its groundbreaking core concept: "male-focused, matriarchal world." The female characters, from their pure, initial portraits to their post-corruption witch CGs, were all designed to precisely hit a player's sweet spot.
Beneath pale skin were graceful figures, while a dark, primal allure held a fatal temptation... It was the ultimate fantasy for any pervert!
"Wait... 'Wendy Black'... prince of the GreatKnight Kingdom..."
Wendy suddenly re-evaluated his name. A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his blood instantly froze! This name! This identity!
Isn't this the "sacrificial prince" from Witch's Conquest?!
In the game's storyline, he's first captured by orcs and falls into the hands of a cruel orc shaman. After being rescued by Astraea, the First Princess of the Valoran Kingdom, Wendy Black willingly offers himself to her and suggests she pull out the ancestral sacred sword of the GreatKnight Kingdom—the "Sword of Glory and Demise, Balmurlock."
He tells her that by using the power of the sacred sword, she can drive out the orcs and reclaim their homeland. However, the "sacred sword" has long been thoroughly corrupted by the ancient sealed Demon King Seraphina!
The moment Astraea pulls it out with hope in her heart, the Demon King Seraphina's vile power will fiercely corrupt her body and soul, forcing her to merge with it and become the terrifying Seraphina the Witch, a being that will make the entire continent tremble!
And Wendy Black will be reduced to Seraphina the Witch's personal "doll consort"...
At this moment, CG scenes flashed uncontrollably in Wendy's mind. The exaggerated, alluring curves of Astraea after her corruption; those long, beautiful legs that held terrifying power; and the seductive, flirtatious eyes, stripped of all moral constraints and left with only possessiveness...
"Hiss!!!"
Wendy shuddered uncontrollably, and an unspeakable excitement seized his heart.
"At six feet tall, climbing on her would be... I can't even imagine how amazing that would be... Cough cough!"
He subconsciously touched his lower back and abruptly cut off those absurd thoughts.
"Calm down, calm down... 2, 3, 5, 7, 11..."
Wendy imitated a priest by silently counting prime numbers to suppress the cold dread and the tumultuous memories in his heart.
Staying away from Astraea is the top priority... No, the root cause is the orc invasion! After all, the sacred sword buried in the GreatKnight Kingdom is a legend known throughout the continent of Elasia. If the orcs aren't defeated, Astraea, under the immense pressure of their siege, will still try to pull out that damn "sacred sword"! She will still become corrupted, and the continent will still fall into ruin!
And he, a fragile prince with no power to fight back, even if he manages to escape her clutches, would likely become the "chief's husband" to some mountain bandit queen in this matriarchal world, with an equally miserable end...
"Heh heh heh, look at this soft, tender little prince, awake now?"
A rough female voice interrupted Wendy's thoughts.
Greta, the sow-woman orc captain, shook her hefty body, a leather whip with dark-brown bloodstains flicking out with a loud crack.
"Snap—"
"Little prince, you're our precious offering to the great shaman, Sarah Keenclaw!"
"But..."
Greta grinned maliciously, using the whip's handle to lift Wendy's chin, her small eyes filled with undisguised malice.
"Before we give you to the shaman, we 'meritorious ones' can 'taste' what the prince of the GreatKnight Kingdom is like tonight, heh heh heh~"
The surrounding sow-woman guards erupted in a round of vulgar laughter.
Sarah Keenclaw!
An alarm bell rang in Wendy's heart. According to the game's lore, this orc shaman was a lunatic who enjoyed torture, especially tormenting handsome men. Falling into her hands would be a fate worse than death.
He had to save himself before they reached Sarah's camp!
Greta seemed very pleased with the fear that instantly appeared on Wendy's face. She swayed her plump hips and moved away from the prison wagon.
Wendy quickly scanned his surroundings.
An opportunity... where is the opportunity?
Finally, his gaze fell on a she-dog-person orc in a corner. A small cannon fodder from the opening CG. Her name was Luna. She had just been scolded and shoved by another sow-woman over a piece of moldy jerky, and her eyes were filled with resentment.
Perfect, she's the one.
Wendy seized the chance and quietly moved towards the edge of the cage.
"Are you truly content to be forever subservient to those stupid pigs?"
Luna whirled around, eyeing him sideways. But Wendy's lips curved into a faint, beguiling smile. His enchanting, peach-blossom eyes now held a mesmerizing power that could bewitch a beast's heart.
"Those pig-people, with their brains full of lard, have no idea how to appreciate a true hunter and warrior... Your speed, your keen senses—they're all top-notch."
"But what did they give you? Moldy jerky and a whip? While they're preparing to enjoy the most lavish dinner themselves."
He paused deliberately, observing Luna's reaction.
"What do you know, human boy!" The dog-person growled, but the unwillingness in her eyes intensified.
"I know everything," Wendy maintained his smile, slowing his pace. "I know about a secret treasure of the GreatKnight Kingdom, enough for you to raise an army that only listens to you, and even... to make you the new master of these mountains!"
"Treasure? Why should I believe you?" Luna sneered, but her dog ears perked up.
"Because only the direct bloodline of the GreatKnight royal family knows the passphrase to open the treasury and its true entrance," Wendy said calmly, his voice low as he spoke a few place names and secret markers:
"Thirty miles east of the royal city, on the brightest moonlit night, stand in the shadow of the middle tree, face the direction of the sunset, and you'll see a rock shaped like a weeping banshee. The rock's 'mouth' is the entrance."
These were secrets only known to the GreatKnight royalty in the game, some of them even being unrevealed easter eggs.
Naturally, the look in Luna's eyes instantly changed. These details were not something an ordinary captive could make up. The ice of suspicion gradually melted, and the flame of greed was ignited.
Seeing this, Wendy knew the time was right and dropped the final bombshell.
"Help me, Luna. As long as I survive, I, and everything in that treasury, will belong to you."
He slightly turned his face, revealing a stretch of his fair, fragile neck, while his peripheral vision glanced in the direction of Greta and her guards.
"That stupid pig has long been 'drooling' over me... After tonight, you'll get nothing, not even a turn."
"!!!"
Greed, and a long-standing resentment towards the sow-woman, instantly overpowered the dog-person's pathetic reason. Luna's expression shifted several times, finally flashing with a hint of ruthlessness...
The prison wagon creaked as it traveled along a narrow, steep mountain path. On one side was a cliff face, and on the other, a bottomless abyss.
"Now!" Wendy mouthed to her.
[Bang!]
Luna suddenly erupted, using all her strength to slam into the unsuspecting Greta! Greta, who was bragging to her fellow sow-women about their "enjoyment" plans for the night, was knocked off balance by the surprise attack, screaming as she dragged several of her trusted guards with her, tumbling down the dark mountainside.
In the chaos, Luna snatched the key, opened the cage door, and roughly yanked Wendy out, slamming him to the ground.
"This human prince is mine now!" she howled at the other restless orcs who wanted revenge for Greta. "After I'm done with him, everyone will get a share!"
The remaining orcs saw the fine, jade-like skin exposed as Wendy's clothes were torn, and his stunningly beautiful face. Their throats bobbed, and primal desire overwhelmed any thoughts of revenge. They hesitated, lowering their weapons, and tacitly accepted Luna's leadership, their eyes burning as they lined up.
Luna panted, her eyes bloodshot, ready to "celebrate victory" and "enjoy the spoils" in the most primal way.
Wendy's heart sank to the bottom.
Out of the sow's mouth and into the dog's den?
"Little prince, after I'm done with you, we'll go find the treasure! Heh heh heh~"
However, at that very moment—
[Whoosh!]
A silver light tore through the dimness, a sharp sound of something cutting through the air!
"Ah!!!"
Luna looked down in disbelief. A glinting spearhead was protruding from her chest, and blood gushed out. The dog-person's eyes bulged as she fell forward, a torrent of warm blood splashing onto Wendy's face.
The silver light flashed again, swift as a bolt of lightning!
[Thud—]
The remaining orcs didn't even see who their enemy was before their throats were pierced instantly. Blood foamed from their mouths and noses as they collapsed, their faces a mix of shock and unwillingness.
The slaughter was over in a breath.
The air was thick with the rich smell of blood.
Wendy was still in a state of shock, his chest heaving violently. He looked up, and his eyes met a figure bathed in a faint glow. Silver heavy armor wrapped a curvaceous body, and light golden hair was neatly tied back. In her hand, a massive war spear, longer than she was, pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip still dripping with the orcs' vile blood...
It was Astraea, the First Princess of the Valoran Kingdom.