Trying to figure out why my Soul Energy was blocked in this world, I meditated deeply with the Universal Recognition Technique.
Without Soul Energy it was difficult to use even the Celestial Eyes to identify the qualities of my contemporaries, much less the Teachers and the Headmaster.
After a week of meditating, I found the problem.
This world extremely condemns those who stain their souls with the act of murder.
Unfortunately my soul has been responsible for so many deaths that its energy is completely rejected by the world.
I have lived so much that even if I did not commit any deliberate murder, I would be rejected for so many lives that I took, but I was also responsible for countless innocent lives being annihilated.
They weren't my happiest memories, but I really don't regret them.
I haven't done this in a long time, but worlds I once lived in no longer exist because of the treatment they gave my sons and daughters.
Just remembering what happened with Iliana, Fabres and Algos makes my blood boil even now.
My only way out at this moment is to cultivate my Soul Energy again in this world, something I had never needed until now.
In previous incarnations I only needed to evolve my spiritual energy and refine my body before ascension, but here part of the energy that I refine will need to go to my soul.
All of this will delay my ascension by perhaps a few decades.
Pressing my temples, I thought about what to do.
My targets usually don't take long to notice me, but my excellence is at an all-time low in this world.
I sound like a maniac calling the poor girls targets, but at the moment that's what they really are.
While thinking about solutions, I did another inspection of my body and noticed that my Yang was constantly growing, soon my body would start to be affected.
The problem of the lack of refinement in the body was bigger than I initially expected.
My body was basically prepared to withstand my magical power, I could train to increase my storage capabilities, but for that I needed to cure my body's problems first.
If my body were refined as it normally happens, I could still go months without needing to release, but without the customary refinement, the amount of Yang circulating through my system would soon begin to affect my personality, hinder the function of some organs and, most inconveniently, it is the state of 'constant readiness'.
Although I still look the way I do, there are factors that complicate my movements.
Firstly, I am part of the Slytherin house, where pureblood idiots are part of it.
The almost year of bullying I suffered at the hands of my own house for not sharing their ideas is another point of difficulty.
Daphne is my target in the house, but she doesn't interact much with her colleagues.
I massaged my temples again.
Maybe I need to do something I haven't done in a long time.
Swap quality for quantity.
One of the main points of the Thousand Harem Technique is that I need to establish a strong connection with my partners. This connection established between both parties during sex is a connection at the soul level, which makes people understand each other in a short time and while they walk together.
Which means my partners have as many benefits as I do.
I usually hand over the Universal Yin-Yang Matrix so that they can actively receive the benefits, as when used together the benefits increase by 50%.
In other words, if I cultivate with a single partner of the same level as me, she will always receive 150% of what I receive. Which would result in her always being stronger than me.
When I use my technique for quantity, the Yin provided by my partners ends up decreasing in quantity over time. And the benefits they receive are also decreasing.
Even if I hand over the Universal Yin-Yang Array, at some point none of us will receive any benefit.
My technique was made for long relationships.
That aside, I need to think about where to expand my target list.
I may have some surprises in the meantime, but these extra targets are almost certainly only temporary.
One of the only advantages of this moment was that my roommates asked to be relocated and since no one in the first year wanted to share a room with me I was living alone.
The women's dormitory was protected against boys' entry, but the ours dormitory did not suffer from the same problem.
I got out of bed to get ready for breakfast before others woke up.
My appetite was still out of control. I needed extra energy to take care of my body, if I ate like a normal person I would soon become dependent on my magical power so that the situation inside my body wouldn't worsen even faster.
When the table started to get full I was already finishing eating.
Arriving at the classroom to have DADA with the Hufflepuff students, I sat down and began to think about my next steps.
Lockhart arrived at the exact last second before class started as usual and began telling one of his absurd stories.
My eyes started to dart around the room and I started paying more attention to my colleagues.
We were all adults here, but the jester seemed to treat us like children.
All the boys had bored faces, while the girls looked at him with admiration.
Almost the same scenario as the whole year.
But looking deeper I realized that some of the girls weren't looking at him with true admiration. It was as if they were doing it just to conform to others.
This probably had a deeper story.
Among the girls who showed false admiration, one took the time to look at me more than once during class.
My lips almost couldn't contain themselves.
Slytherin wasn't known for housing pretty girls, but there were a few exceptions, and here was one right near me.
Bridget Storm, the best Slytherin student this year.
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