Daphne?
Bertram quickly searched for this name in his mind, but never had a deep impression, he did not know anyone named Daphne.
The pearl slowly floated away from his hand and hung above his head, the bright moon shed its light softly, and the blood crystal platform under his feet gradually became transparent and disappeared.
Four iron cables from the darkness of nothingness extended out to bind his hands and feet, the valuable blood crystal gold scepter fell silently into the black fog, and then no movement.
The long-silent chains in the fog were violently pulled straight by some unseen force, and the rusty iron rope with a greenish-gray monument rose from the fog, and he didn't recognize it as a heavy and solemn iron coffin carved with complicated patterns until it stopped in front of Bertram.
The lid of the coffin burst open, and the cold blue air overflowed like water.
Lying in the coffin was a sixteen-year-old girl, with delicate features as if she were a sculpture, her long, dark red hair close to black flowing softly along her shoulders like silk, her skin white and flawless with a transparent texture, and even dark veins could be vaguely seen underneath.
Slightly curled long thin eyelashes slightly glittering, eyelashes under the eyes gently closed gently, her arms around the quiet sleep, as if thousands of years between no one has ever disturbed wake up.
Ice-like blue solids clustered around the slender body, dark blue roses dotted noiselessly in every appropriate corner.
Bertram forgot to even breathe as he gazed at the girl lying in an iron coffin wearing only a single white dress.
He had never seen such a beautiful girl in reality, and any verbal praises and boasts paled in comparison at this moment; it must have been crushed and molded by the hands of some god who favored girls, and the barren language and imagination of mankind had finally lost the battle before the miracle.
But vaguely, Bertram had a familiar feeling again.
Suddenly, he recalled that the half-blood female character he created in Self Service before he crossed over in order to experiment with the R18 mod, the name was Daphne, which was randomly selected by the system.
Unable to do more thinking, his consciousness began to drift farther and farther away, his upper eyelids suddenly became unbearably heavy, and he closed his eyes unwillingly in endless weariness.
The darkness wrapped around him from all sides, and the young girl sleeping in the coffin gradually blurred in his vision.
Perhaps it was only a moment, perhaps a long time had actually passed.
Wake up with a start.
Open your eyes again.
Vision seems to adapt to the darkness more than before, limbs cold and numb, chest unusually suffocated, "he" can not help but cough.
"Cough, cough ..."
The voice, however, was slender and shrill.
So strange.
Want to reach out and touch his throat, but found that he was still bound by the iron rope with arms, only that the arms are much slimmer than the original, and the skin is as white as fresh snow.
This was not "his" voice and arms, this was not a man's voice and arms at all.
A horrible speculation exploded in the heart.
"This can't be ..."
"He" looked down towards the bottom, his chest slightly bulging with white undulations to make the eyes dizzy, his long dark red hair flowing and falling.
The sacred robes belonging to the Pope had disappeared, and in its place was a thin, almost transparent silk dress, making even the most basic concealment difficult, and the private parts were visible through the silk veil.
"It's gone!" She screamed in horror.
But even though her emotions were so out of control, her voice was still melodious, and her wails and lamentations sounded like she was singing softly, unable to feel any hint of hysteria at all.
The little brother who had accompanied her for fifty years in two lifetimes had disappeared in such a strange manner, who could accept this?
And this body is obviously not right, right?
"Oooh♡~"
A light breeze blew past her chest and the bottom of her skirt, and the stimulation traveled through her body like an electric current, causing her to make a strangely cute sound.
Are all those places of normal girls ... all the time as well ...
With a puzzled or begging mind, once again focusing the line of sight on the front, the iron coffin is still hanging there, but the person sleeping in it has changed its appearance.
Gray-white hair combed neatly, eyebrows and temples as sharp as a sword, a few wrinkles as straight as a knife, the body of the white background of the gold border of the religious robes embroidered with a long sword bathed in the blazing sun, that is the emblem of the Church of the Scorching Sun.
It was a handsome man entering middle age with a golden cross crown on his head.
This meant that he was the supreme ruler of the empire's three major religious collars, the pope of the Scorched Sun Church, the so-called His Holiness the Pope.
Lying on his head there was Bertram, the body she had once had, the character she had once used.
And now, she had become Daphne, a half-blood female character that had been temporarily molded for Ceres with no features other than a particularly good-looking face and body.
Forced number cut!
"Are you kidding me?" She couldn't believe it, "Give me back my original body!"
But no matter how much her weak arms struggled, the chains on both sides did not budge.
Deep powerlessness and despair immediately overshadowed her heart, she had long been used to looking down on all living beings as an angel with a full-level character, but never expected that one day she would be torn off her white wings and fall from the sky.
The light was still flowing, and the splendid pearl was still hanging coldly above her head, smearing dreamy colors on the angular face of His Holiness the Pope.
It was a trap.
Daphne came to her senses.
From the time she accepted the private service installation package sent from that mysterious account, from the time she didn't resist the temptation to install the R18 mod, from the time she was filled with excitement to create a female character to test the mod.
From that time onwards, she had already fallen into the trap, and now it was nothing more than karma being fulfilled.
Under the pull of the chains, the dangling coffin lid was slowly rejoining the iron coffin, moving up a little to cover Bertram's body.
"I don't want any 『developer props』, give me back my body!"
The roar of anger and fear sounded like soft pettiness, the soft timbre that was too moving for Daphne's innate ability to show much malice and resentment.
But it was too late for regrets, and she could still see her own character attributes, the lines of text popping up on the azure screen formally pronouncing her inescapable tragic end.
And screaming, poignant like a swan dying.
[Daphne - Female - Half-Blood (Charmed Body)]
"No occupation.
"No religion.
"Life 100%.
No magic power.
[Module "Love Lab" is being installed...]
Initial modules loaded: Sensitivity Rise, Defeat Punishment, Horrible Harassment, Seductive Clothing, Charming System, Sweet Smelling Dairy, and Breeding Life.
How come this groovy R18 mod was brought along with it! Wouldn't such a weak character with such a lowly race coupled with the R18MOD get pouted wherever it goes!
"Ka-da!"
With an ear-splitting sound, the lid of the coffin closed with a loud bang, and several chains rose from the fog to tightly wrap the iron coffin.
Subsequently, it sank.
"My body ..."
She couldn't keep anything, she could only watch the heavy iron coffin that blocked her past body descend a little bit along with the chains, and then disappeared into the black mist that flashed with purple electricity, and also became a plain and ordinary member of the vast number of iron coffins that were densely lined up like a forest.
Bertram from now on disappeared, she can only be Daphne in the future.
But the iron cords that bound her limbs still hadn't disappeared, it wasn't over yet, this thing seemed to be planning to do something even more outrageous to her, Daphne had a very bad premonition.
[Module Plate - Sensitivity Rise lv1 In effect]
[Rich and intense senses also means it's easier to learn from pain]
[Subcutaneous nerve replication cultivation growing, expected to cover the entire body, expected to increase sensitivity to 10 times the initial level, expected to increase the efficiency of experience acquisition by 100%]
A string of text flashed across the screen, but Daphne didn't even care to read it carefully.
Because the "ring" that emitted a strange light was no longer hanging in the sky, but slowly floated down, descending to her eyes, as if it was within reach.
It is still so mesmerizingly beautiful, golden flocculent like clouds gently swirling under the glazed shell.
It was as if one could see any of the colors of the world in it, yet not simply just any of them, and even the most erudite and romantic bard would probably lament the lack of words in the presence of this treasure.
Yet it continued to descend.
Over the front, over the small of the back, and on down.
Then it stopped abruptly, flipped around, and finally brought the silver-white metal ring right toward her.
In the bright light, Daphne finally saw that it wasn't a ring ring at all, but two symmetrically sharp needle tips that matched tightly together, and the icy luster flowed through them causing a chill to run through Daphne's heart.
[Othello's Bead of Nuclear Piercing - Daphne - Binding in Progress]
All the words on the screen were cleared in an instant, leaving only this brief line.
The thing began to approach silently, floating lightly in Daphne's direction, the hem of the skirt that hung down to mid-thigh was like a non-existent shadow in front of it, penetrating right through unimpeded and continuing to emit those fantastic splashes of luster.
"No ..." Daphne's voice trembled.
"I'm Her Holiness the Pope ... how can I ..." She stared dead at the edge of the translucent silk veil skirt hem that was illuminated by the light, her eyes full of despair and fear.
The relative two silver white needle tips opened a little bit, like a bloodthirsty beast opening a huge mouth.
"Let go ... let me get away from here ..." The iron cable is tight, the limbs do not even have the opportunity to move slightly, there is nowhere to avoid.
"Please ... I don't want anything ..." unfamiliar hot liquid ran down her cheeks, and she hadn't cried in so long that she'd forgotten what crying was even supposed to feel like.
But it would hear no threats or pleas, cold and unfeeling, like one of those high and mighty gods.
A young girl's most fragile and precious thing was close at hand.
Mechanically executing a process that had been set in motion long ago, it reset with no lightness of touch, the tip of the needle piercing something soft then biting back together.
In that instant, it seemed like something unseen was spreading and spreading throughout the world.
"Goo sigh ♡---!"
In the next moment, the young girl with long dark red hair tilted her head back under the chain bindings and let out an unwritten miserable wail and scream, as poignant as a swan on its deathbed.