The Conquerors Path Chapter 3: Understanding

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Starting from this point, the narrative will shift into a first-person perspective.

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“What? How can this be possible? What is happening right now? Are you telling me that I’ve ended up inside the game ‘Arizinons Sense’?”

[Yes and no. This world is a reality, not merely a game.]

I collapsed onto my bed, struggling to process the earth-shattering information I had just received.

‘Arizinons Sense and Ether... how could those names be unfamiliar to me?’

The game was launched during my second year of high school and became an immediate sensation.

At its core, it was an eroge...

It was famous for its incredible capture targets, sense of adventure, intense action, and—of course—heart-pounding sexual encounters.

The premise was simple: seduce every target and grow your harem to the greatest extent possible.

What truly distinguished this game from its competitors was the difficulty of winning a girl's heart; every character felt as though they possessed a soul of their own.

Furthermore, instead of the standard mechanic where you simply select a dialogue choice to boost favorability, you could actually type out your own words to receive unique reactions.

The further you advanced, the more grueling it became, as maintaining the harmony of your harem required immense effort.

As a man of culture, I had played the game extensively... in secret, obviously.

I could even be considered a top-tier player, having successfully built and managed the largest harem in the community.

The thrill of conquering the heroines was so intoxicating that I couldn't stop. I eventually became a professional who mastered girls that other players found impossible to win over.

“So, what you’re saying is that I’ve been reincarnated into this game world. But why?”

I was genuinely baffled. Why was I given a second life? Why was I the one chosen?

[To begin with, Host, while this is your game world, it is now real. There are no second chances, no restarts, and no options to retreat.]

[Every action the Host takes will influence the future. Everyone here is a real person with genuine emotions.]

[As for the reason you are here, it is due to the God of Games.]

“The God of Games? Are you claiming a deity gave me this opportunity? Why?”

[The God of Games is among the supreme deities in existence. However, the opportunity provided to you is not without a price.]

“Wait, not free? What does that mean?”

[Ding...]

[Main Quest Initiated:]

Quest Info: Steal every girl away from the main protagonist. Claim all the heroines for yourself while ensuring the protagonist lives his entire life as a lonely bachelor.

Reward: The right to live freely within this world.

Failure: Your soul will be subjected to absolute torture in hell for all eternity.

Upon reading the details of the main quest, only one thought crossed my mind.

I was completely f***ed!

While the idea of claiming all the women and living a harem life sounded fantastic, it carried a massive risk of backlash.

One had to remember that the game mirrored reality; you could only see the consequences after the deed was done.

As an eroge, the roster included tsunderes, sadists, masochists, kuuderes, and... the yanderes.

Don’t misunderstand me; I have nothing against yanderes. In fact, what man wouldn't love a woman who would do anything for him and lives solely for his sake?

But when that love causes a woman to trigger god-tier forbidden magic just to keep you imprisoned for herself, that’s when things go south.

Recalling the image of a woman laughing maniacally after declaring I belonged only to her sent a violent shiver down my spine.

“Wait, why would the God of Games do this? What does he gain?”

[The Host may not be aware, but as the God of Games, it is his duty to play and fully conquer every game ever released.]

[However, for the first time ever, the God of Games failed to achieve a perfect victory in a game.]

“So, you’re saying that because he couldn't beat 'Arizinons Sense,' he manifested a real world just to torment the protagonist?”

[Correct, Host. As the chosen individual, you must conquer every target while making the main hero’s life increasingly miserable.]

I was left speechless. Simply because he was petty, he wanted to ruin the life of the game's original hero.

“So basically, I have to take all the women for myself and turn the protagonist into a lifelong bachelor.”

[Yes.]

I was at a loss for words. While the objective sounded simple, accomplishing it would be nearly impossible.

Every capture target possessed immense power, prestigious backgrounds, or peerless beauty. They weren't the type to settle for just any random nobody.

Sighing as I massaged my temples, I decided to set those problems aside for a moment and focus on the immediate situation.

“Can you at least inform me who I am supposed to be right now?”

[The Host has occupied the body and taken the identity of the character Austin Lionheart.]

At the mention of that name, I leaped out of bed, consumed by a mixture of pure shock and absolute terror.