Chapter 1: Taste My Hypnotism, Aura!
The ground was littered with corpses outside Follich's city walls. Human warriors fearlessly charged against the puppet army of the demons, but failed repeatedly—because their opponent was one of the Seven Sages of Destruction, the Guillotine—Aura!
Wait, no, at least she doesn't seem to have that title yet.
"Goddess above! Look at this... this evil... demon, she actually killed my son!!"
Lord Orden clung to his son's corpse while covering his gouged eye, raising his sword and roaring at Aura.
"So annoying. If he's dead, he's dead. Can't you just make another one?" The beautiful girl with two large demon horns and pink mushroom-cut twin tails approached gracefully, her alluring small feet clad in black stockings. Her fair little finger pressed against her lips, her eyes filled with scornful laughter.
"???"
The human warrior guarding the lord, completely bewildered—Fingal, whose physical body came from the 21st century—was utterly confused.
Didn't I just get hit by a car on the national highway... Damn it, stupid national highway!
Whatever, hope the national highway stays happy every day.
—There's a Speed Bump at the Edge of the Clouds (Fingal Version)
No! I've crossed over!
Before he could continue thinking, Lord Orden raised his sword and charged, shouting with rage and despair.
"Ahhhhh everyone, charge together!"
"Die! Die!"
"Charge! For honor!"
Fingal's expression changed. Who cares about honor? Who are you people? But swept along by his comrades, he had no choice but to run with them—yet before Aura even moved, a group of puppet warriors under her control easily blocked the soldiers.
Then...
One by one, they were controlled. Fingal was no exception.
He collapsed weakly to the ground... Damn it, how are we supposed to fight this? Make me fight Aura? You've got to be kidding.
"Only you left... I've collected quite a few useful toys today."
Tap...
Tap... tap...
Aura stepped forward with light, graceful footsteps, like a child who had found her favorite toy. She looked down at Fingal from her superior position, her calm eyes flickering with faint contempt. These humans were truly weak.
"...Why resist? Honestly, just submit to me."
A scale materialized—that was Aura's Scales of Obedience.
Demons possessed no humanity, no empathy, yet they were inherently powerful beings capable of learning magic from their bloodline memories. And Aura stood as one of the pinnacles among them! Her magic was 'Obedience Magic,' enabling her to enslave those with weaker mana than hers.
The condition was a comparison of 'Mana.'
The party with mana power would be dominated by the one with higher mana, their soul forever yielding to this detestable demon until it rotted away.
That kind of thing... I don't want it!
What should I say at a time like this? Can we reconcile? Aura-sama, please spare me!
Before Fingal could utter his defiant words, his soul transformed into a pale blue flame and was placed on the scale, inevitably crushed by Aura.
"Wait! You can't do this, I...!!"
Fingal's body stiffened abruptly without warning. From that moment on, everything about him would be under Aura's control—it was a terrifying sensation, as if his entire being was completely governed by another entity.
It felt like being abandoned by the world.
'Damn it... Is this the end? And I just managed to travel through.'
Just then, a voice echoed in Fingal's ears.
[Loading system... Load successful. Congratulations on acquiring our Multiverse System.]
[Estimated first crossing into the world: Shounen Harem Universe... Nani?]
[Seems there's a bit of a mistake... What the hell, how did it end up being the world of Frieren? Are you kidding me? Oh no!]
[KPI can't be completed now. Host, how could you get controlled? Why didn't you fight Aura? Damn it!]
[Screw it, never mind, just hand out the golden finger first... Congratulations on obtaining the Common Sense Implantation Alteration Cellphone.]
[Hypnosis Cellphone]
[Quality: Legendary Grade]
[Passive Effect: Indestructible, invisible and untouchable to anyone except the host.]
[Passive Effect: You are nearly immune to all hypnosis and mental control attacks.]
[Item Function: False Common Sense Implantation.]
[When the hypnotized person questions you once, you will gain random level/random entry common sense implantation.]
[The higher the hypnotized person's favorability towards you, the higher the level of common sense you can implant, and the less likely it is to be affected by reality. The hypnotized person will firmly believe that the implanted common sense is without issue.]
"???"
Nani?
Fingal was greatly alarmed. What the hell? How could an honest person like me get such a system? This is too wicked!
'Did you just say you sent me to the wrong world?'
Unable to move, he screamed frantically in his mind. This stupid system has screwed me over!
[Respected host, please don't mind these details. What's done is done. When you are powerless to change the current situation, you can only adapt to this world.]
[Ganbatte!]
Trying to gaslight me, huh?
I can't hold back anymore. What kind of dumbass system is this...?
Though Fingal wanted to curse, the truth remained—he had to adapt to the present situation.
His current predicament was troublesome. He had already developed immunity to Aura's mind control and broken free from the restraints.
But the problem was absolutely unacceptable... If discovered, he would be killed!
'I'm not some god who can predict Aura's commands and react accordingly! What should I do?'
He maintained a calm facade as if nothing was wrong, but internally, his mind was in turmoil—this development was utterly absurd. Fingal glanced up at the smartphone suspended in mid-air, as if on trial.
On the phone case were the letters "mc."
Driven by a fierce will to survive, he devised a countermeasure in just three seconds.
"Well, now that the task is complete... That Demon King is such a weirdo."
Aura twirled a strand of her hair, honestly feeling quite annoyed.
Demons weren't social creatures by nature, yet the Demon King insisted on forming something called the Demon King's Army, forcing them to unite and exterminate humans. It made no sense!
Killing was normal for demons, but Aura really didn't want to cooperate with unfamiliar demons.
Ah, seriously.
"That freak of a Demon King!"
The pink-haired female demon snorted in displeasure, but there was nothing to be done—after all, she was no match for the Demon King.
"Whatever, at least there's some gain, right? These guys' strength isn't too bad."
"Let's go, my new slaves."
She surveyed the dozen or so newly acquired soldiers—their bodies not yet decayed, moving mechanically like zombies—and a satisfied expression crossed her face. Her defensive power had just grown stronger.
But at that moment, one of the soldiers suddenly moved with agility, his demeanor vivid and expressive, completely unlike someone under control.
"Nani?!"
Aura immediately realized—had someone broken free of her control?!
Her magic wasn't flawless; if someone had an exceptionally strong will, they could offer slight resistance—such as temporarily breaking free, launching a sudden attack, or not being controlled instantly.
Aura immediately prepared to command the other soldiers to eliminate him. No matter, he was just a low-ranking soldier.
Unexpectedly, the man dropped to one knee with a thud.
What was he trying to do?
She stared at this golden-haired, yellow-eyed warrior—he had briefly broken free from the restraints of Scales of Obedience!
"Aura-sama! I love you!"
Fingal shouted without hesitation, as if he had seen a goddess.
His outburst made Aura, who had been about to order his execution, pause abruptly. The puppet soldiers also halted in unison. What was going on? What had happened?
Then, without thinking, he blurted out words that would send chills down any modern person's spine—extremely perverted remarks.
"I've nearly gone mad thinking of you, Aura-sama! I think of you when I sleep, when I bathe, when I drink water. I stare at you on the road, I watch you in battle—every moment, my eyes are fixed on you! Please, look at me. I feel as if I'm possessed, my longing for you is pathological. I'm so lonely, why? Why doesn't Aura-sama belong to me?"
Fingal's gaze was extremely gloomy, his expression utterly murderous, and his tone sounded as fanatical as a religious zealot.
"You... are you out of your mind? Confessing to a demon like that—you must truly be insane."
Aura was utterly dumbfounded; having lived for centuries, she had never encountered anything like this.
Absurd!
Is this guy mentally ill?
What even is love? Does it refer to concern for a powerful puppet, or perhaps the pursuit of a passion for magic?
She found it rather strange—as a puppet under his control, how could she possess self-awareness? It might be best to just kill him after all.
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Just die!"
At that very moment, the phone hovering in the air emitted a sound only Fingal could hear:
[Aura has developed a slight confusion about your actions.]
[Aura has developed serious doubts about your mental state.]
[Aura has become puzzled by human thought processes.]
[A total of two Level 0 entries and one Level 1 entry have been generated.]
[Level 0 entries: Slightly increases favorability towards humans with attractive appearances x2]
[Level 1 entry: Even the Demon Clan won't kill useful subordinates.]
Fingal applied the entries without hesitation.
[Implanting... Aura's Favorability: 4 (Extremely Cold)]
[Implantation successful!]
At that very moment, Aura stopped her actions... For some reason, she found the human before her slightly more agreeable.
She didn't want to kill him just like that.