Jade Kingdom, Greymoon Residence.
Under the cover of moonlight, inside a dimly lit room, faint groaning sounds echoed as a youth stirred restlessly on his shaky bed.
His figure trembled from the cold seeping through the gaps of the wooden shack. His eyes fluttered rapidly before he suddenly inhaled sharply.
"Uh, it hurts!" Arthur mumbled, rubbing the back of his head as he slowly pushed himself upright.
His mind felt groggy. I shouldn't have stayed up all night looking through my por—cough—revision materials.
He thought, finally forcing his eyes open as a shocked yell escaped his lips.
"This…" he muttered, staring down at his hands. They were scrawny and soft.
Confusion filled his face as he suddenly looked around, his voice stuck in his throat.
This wasn't his messed-up bedroom. He was looking at a poorly constructed wooden shack he doubted was even fit to live in. He glanced down at the gaps lining the walls. "Where am I?" Arthur muttered, the confusion on his face deepening.
Sweeping the room, all he could see was the bed he was lying on, a table, and a mirror at the far end.
Forcing himself off the bed, he walked to the mirror as he cursed inwardly. Who the hell is messing with me!
He groaned as he arrived at the mirror, and froze. Multiple thoughts flared at the back of his mind as he finally found his voice.
"That's… not me." He yelled, taking a step back. He closed his eyes, then opened them again, but the figure remained.
Slowly, his shock faded as an absurd thought took root.
"Did I transmigrate?"
It was the only explanation, he thought, staring at his reflection. Deep red eyes, with dark hair flowing freely toward his shoulders, framing an absurdly handsome face. The only thing marring it was how scrawny it looked.
Hell, he bet he was ten times as handsome as his old self. He thought giddily, a smile breaking across his face. Now all that was left was to find a rich woman to leech off. He nodded shamelessly.
Just as he was about to sink deeper into his thoughts, a sharp pain suddenly assaulted the back of his mind, causing him to scream like a pig being slaughtered.
He rolled across the ground, his jaws clamped together as streams of information flowed into his mind. Realm Arcadia, Jade Kingdom. Greymoon Residence.
A world where strength reigned supreme and weakness was a curse. With people able to split mountains with bare hands and cleave oceans with their will. Talents and bloodlines ranging from F-rank to SSS-rank.
Everything felt surreal as he was left dumbfounded. Such a world existed. Even as he was in deep pain, it filled him with wonder, only for it to be erased as the memories of the old host flowed into him.
Ulric Bloodvein. Last son of the Lord of the Greyson family. Born of lowly birth from a concubine who died while giving birth to him. Discarded for his status.
When the last of the information was drilled into him, his lips twitched rapidly until he couldn't help it anymore and yelled out in frustration.
What in the hell was this cursed beginning? Hell, he didn't want to stay anymore. Just standing alone strained his frail body. What was he supposed to do when faced with those monsters he had seen?
He suppressed those thoughts as a faint smile crept up his face. This wasn't the end. There was still the awakening ceremony, he nodded, where youths would awaken their talents.
It wasn't that bad. If he could awaken a high talent, things would shift in his favor, but knowing his crappy luck made him smile wryly.
Just as he was about to sink back into his original plan of finding a rich, and now strong lady to leech off.
The door to the room suddenly burst open as a figure stepped in, immediately pulling his attention.
At the doorway stood a girl with chestnut hair cascading down her back, big brown eyes brimming with innocence.
She wore a simple white robe that clung softly to her form, subtly outlining her curves.
"…Amber," he murmured, instantly recognizing her. A servant of the Greyhouse family assigned to him. Also one of the only friends he had ever had.
"You're awake, Young Master Ulric?" Amber whispered, eyes fluttering as she stared at him.
"This… how?" she muttered, recalling the noble he'd challenged who'd nearly beaten him to death. She'd expected him to be bedridden.
Suppressing her shock, she set the tray in her hands on the table and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him.
Her scent flooded his nostrils as he was lost in the exchange, remembering the name she had just called him.
Ulric.
He had gone by Arthur his whole life. But he was in a new world, and he didn't want others to suspect him as an otherworlder.
He couldn't even begin to imagine the consequences. Besides, Ulric Bloodvein had a certain charm to it. It also rolled off his tongue nicely.
He nodded before averting his gaze to the girl still hugging him tightly. Her warm breath brushed his chest as she breathed shakily. She must have cared for the old host very much.
He could only look after her on his behalf now that he was gone. "Uh… Young Master Ulric," Amber muttered as she finally let go, her face blushing furiously as she looked down.
"Huh?" he muttered, looking down as well, his brows arching. His breath escaped him, an urge to face-palm welling up inside.
His lower member had sprung to action and was poking at her. Turns out his perverted nature had transmigrated with him as well.
He opened his mouth to apologize, but she stopped him midway, placing her hand to his lips as her head slowly lifted to stare at him.
The blush on her face spread to her neck.
"You've grown… this is natural. Do you want me to honour your coming of age?" she offered.
He paused at her offer. She was barely a few years older than Ulric's eighteen-year-old body, likely just over twenty, her awakened F-rank talent only confirming her status as a servant.
Before he could reply, a mild pain flared across his eyes. Rows of text filled his vision, causing his mouth to drop.
[Ding! Host has been detected.]
[Corruption system merging with host!]
[Ding! Merging complete. Corruption system has been bound to host.]
[By performing sexually perverted acts, host can attain corruption points to grow stronger.]
A system? He screamed inwardly, not recognizing the term. But from what it offered… it was too reality-altering to be true.
But if it was, this would mark his rise as a monstrous anomaly.
"If you… don't want it, it's fine," Amber muttered, her voice stifled as she turned away, her fists clenching. She had been too caught up in the moment.
Just as she took another step, the wind behind her rippled faintly as she felt a hand suddenly smack her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise.
Watching the curves beneath her robe ripple as he swatted her ass, he was entranced for a moment.
The notification that blinked before him was even more mesmerizing.
[Ding! You have spanked Awakened Human Amber's ass. +1 Corruption Point!]
He gaped. He didn't know how these corruption points worked, but they would make him stronger, and in a world that valued only strength…He was hell-bent on gaining as much as he could.
"Who said you could leave?" he murmured, closing in, his hands stretching to hug her from behind, feeling all her curves pressed onto him.