"Baby! I’ve got big breasts-I can help you get out!"
"Don’t listen to her! I’m tight down there-haven’t been with a man in three years!"
"Sweetheart, wanna try my little mouth? My tongue can split!"
Raymond stood in the dim hallway, suddenly feeling dizzy.
He took a deep breath and realized that on both sides of the corridor, behind iron bars, stood beautiful women, each with their own unique traits.
There was a giantess, five meters tall.
There was a half-beast with cat ears and a long tail.
And there was a mermaid with a fish tail for lower body.
Wait!
Where was this?
Raymond looked down at himself. He was wearing leather armor and pants, and a standard-issue iron helmet on his head, like a medieval soldier.
Had he transmigrated?
Raymond took another deep breath and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
The memories of this body flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.
It turned out this was a world of swords and magic, where countless races lived together, and war never stopped.
The body, also named Raymond, was the eldest son of Baron Lucian of the Human Holy Sword Empire. He was considered a noble.
Not long ago, his father, Baron Lucian, died in battle.
To inherit the title, Raymond volunteered to go to the front lines, fight, and earn merit in exchange for the right to inherit the barony.
But when the appointment letter finally arrived, the [Junior Knight of the Expeditionary Force] he had applied for had somehow turned into [Junior Guard of Abyss Prison].
One was a knight fighting for his country. The other was a security guard stuck in a prison. They couldn’t be more different.
It’s pretty clear that someone tampered with his application, which is why he ended up in the uniform he’s wearing now
Thinking about all this gave Raymond a headache.
He looked down at his reflection in a puddle. He was sixteen years old, broad-shouldered, long-legged, and handsome.
No wonder these women were all begging him to sleep with them.
Just as Raymond was about to do something, a guard up ahead suddenly turned around and walked toward him.
The guard wore the same leather armor as Raymond. He held a long sword and kept tapping it against the iron bars on both sides of the hallway, sending sparks flying.
The women who had been pressing against the bars and flirting with Raymond screamed in fear and scrambled back into their cells.
It wasn’t until the guard got close that Raymond recognized him.
"Captain Hal!" Raymond greeted him first.
Hal had a face full of stubble and looked to be in his fifties. He was Raymond’s captain and also his trainer.
"This is the Abyss Prison, not a brothel. If you want to stay alive, keep moving," Hal warned, then turned and walked away.
Raymond quickly followed.
He searched through his memories and recalled that Hal had once fought alongside his father.
Because he was too old, Hal had come to the Abyss Prison to work as a guard and retire in peace.
Seeing that Raymond had caught up, Hal casually explained a few things.
It turned out that most of these foreign female prisoners were spies or assassins.
Beneath their beauty hid deadly killing skills.
Every month, a few guards ended up dead at the hands of these women because they couldn’t keep their pants on.
Raymond realized that Hal was trying to protect him, not scold him. So he lowered his head and said gratefully, "Thank you, Captain."
The two of them walked through several intersections and finally arrived at a large, open guard hall.
When the guards inside saw Raymond, they started whispering among themselves.
They deliberately spoke loud enough for Raymond to hear.
"That’s the Baron’s son who dodged the draft? He’s not bad-looking, but way too skinny."
"Look at how pathetic he is! He’d rather be a prison guard than go to war. What a disgrace."
"I’d love to see the look on his face when he realizes he’s ruined his reputation."
Raymond listened to their words, his brow furrowed.
Just as he was racking his brain, searching through his memories, Hal led him to a desk and casually handed him a newspaper. "I’ll go handle your registration. You can take a look at this for now."
Raymond took the newspaper, and his eyes immediately locked onto the headline on the front page.
- [Count Morsen Personally Awards Title, Brando Inherits Family Honor, Becomes the Empire’s Youngest Baron.]
- [Baron Brando Engaged to Miss Serena, House Lucian and House Holt Formally Alliance!"
- [My Brother Has Chosen to Sink So Low, I Must Shoulder the Responsibility! Baron Brando Expresses Regret Over Raymond’s Decision.]
Raymond stared at these names, and finally remembered who they were.
Brando, his own younger brother.
Serena, his own fiancée.
The title, the honor, and the fiancée that should have all belonged to him had now been stolen by his own brother, Brando.
Raymond looked at the newspaper photo showing Brando wearing their father’s medal of honor on his chest, and felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He remembered everything now. His fall to becoming a prison guard was all a trap set up by Brando and Serena.
He had personally handed over his application to Serena. He had also sent Brando to Count Morsen’s territory to wait for news.
Only those two had the chance to tamper with the position he applied for!
Now, that dirty pair wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.
The moment Raymond was sent to the Abyss Prison to start his new job, Brando and Serena couldn’t wait to get engaged.
And there was Serena’s father, Baron Holt, along with Count Morsen, the governor of Rhine Province. They might have been in on it too.
What a vicious scheme!
No wonder all the guards around here were looking at him strangely.
"I will take revenge! I need to find a way to gain great power!" Raymond crumpled the newspaper into a ball just as Hal returned.
He handed Raymond a badge made of black iron, engraved with the words [Junior Guard].
From now on, Raymond was officially working under Hal’s command.
Suddenly, a strong smell of perfume filled the air.
Two guards were carrying a black bag toward them.
They tossed the black bag at Hal’s feet. The guard in front grinned and said: "Old Hal, here’s a new job. Gather your men and get her registered and locked up!"
Hal glanced at the black bag. "A woman?"
The lead guard chuckled. "You’ve got good eyes. Inside’s a succubus. She disguised herself as a rich lady and tricked a bunch of nobles out of their money. Several barons’ sons got drained dry by her."
Hal nodded and turned to Raymond. "She’s your job. Take her to cell thirty-eight in the women’s block. Remember to collect blood and take a photo. I’ll need them for the records when you get back."
Raymond was stunned for a moment, but Hal just handed him a medical kit and urged him, "Don’t dawdle. Go now and come back fast!"
Lowering his voice, Hal added: "The black bag’s full of knockout drugs. If you’re looking to blow off some steam with a woman, this succubus is perfect."
With that, Hal grabbed the two guards and walked off laughing and chatting.
Raymond let out a sigh. The hatred in his heart hadn’t faded yet. He was in no mood to mess around with women.
"Let’s just get this done." Raymond struggled to lift the black bag onto his shoulder. He was out of breath after just a few steps.
That’s when he remembered that the original owner of this body had spent his days chasing pleasure. He’d never trained in swordsmanship or learned magic. At sixteen, he was still a useless loser who hadn’t even learned [Basic Swordplay].
"God, this body is way too weak!" Raymond groaned inwardly.
He dragged the black bag a bit further, but couldn’t carry it anymore. He had no choice but to dump it on the ground.
Thud! The bag hit the floor.
Even Raymond winced at the sound.
"Hope the succubus inside isn’t awake." Raymond grabbed one corner of the bag and started dragging it along.
When he finally reached the women’s block and stood in front of cell thirty-eight, he kicked the bag inside and leaned against the wall to catch his breath.
"Whew! I’m exhausted! Let’s see what you look like first, then I’ll take your blood and photo." Raymond bent down and untied the rope on the black bag.
A slender, tall figure rolled out.
She had a pair of horns on her head and bat wings on her back. Her curvy body and sexy face were incredibly tempting.
The only downside was that this succubus was covered in bruises of all sizes, even on her face.
Clearly, those were injuries from being bumped and knocked around during the dragging.
"Should be fine for the photo, right?" Raymond muttered to himself, casually pulling out a memory stone from his pocket and pressing it toward the succubus.
A beam of magical light enveloped her body, instantly recording her figure and face into the memory stone.
Then, Raymond took out a needle and jabbed it hard into the succubus’s finger.
Purple blood slowly filled the bag. Raymond pulled out the needle and was ready to leave.
But just two steps later, his mind went heavy, and a string of words appeared in his thoughts.
- [Ding-dong! Detected that the host has violently arrested a criminal and inflicted cruel punishment. The host’s brutality meets the conditions. The Sin Lottery System is now activating...]
- [The Sin Lottery System has been activated successfully. As long as the host guards a guilty person for 24 hours, you can draw one random reward from them...]
Raymond stared at the words in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Is this my cheat power?"
Wait!
Who the hell violently arrested a criminal?
I just drew some blood. Where’s the cruelty in that!
.....