An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Author: A River and Sea

Summary:

Generally speaking, when you start a second playthrough of a game, you'll want to take some routes you wouldn't have dared to take before, and try some options you wouldn't have dared to try before, right? Like, trying to romance characters you couldn't romance before, right?

After transmigrating to another world, Ya Feng becomes a hero. His main quest is to adopt a demon princess who has fallen on hard times and raise her to become the new queen.

Hmm, is this a female empress raising story? But thankfully, Ya Feng got the perfect strategy system. As long as he follows the strategy, he can reach the most perfect ending.

So he meticulously followed the strategy, painstakingly nurturing the princess, caring for her, protecting her, and guiding her in the right direction for her life.

He thought he could have a wonderful retirement, but he died on the expedition.

"Congratulations on achieving a perfect ending, becoming a legend of the kingdom, and living forever in people's hearts! The princess has transformed her grief and anger into strength, and will lead the people to victory!"

Ya Feng was so angry at this stupid system that he laughed.

Fortunately, he was reborn.

But this time, he's going to take the "if" route.

...

The princess stood before him again, and asked warily:

"Did you adopt me for a specific purpose?"

Ya Feng chuckled.

"Starting today! Prepare to be my slave, cook and do my laundry, and pay back everything you owed me in your past life!"

"???"

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Chapter 1 Ding! Your system has been credited!

When Ilsa ran out of the forest, she was met with despair as she discovered a bottomless cliff in front of her.

Behind her, dozens of heavily armored demon guards emerged from the forest and surrounded her.

Ilsa's long, silvery-white hair danced in the wind, her dress was covered in mud, and her once delicate and fair face was also covered in filth. Her thin shoulders rose and fell with the panting from running.

She gripped the broken sword in her hand, her ruby-like eyes filled with resentment.

In the end, they still ended up like this.

She ultimately lost the battle for the throne. Her brother was unwilling to leave her any way out and wanted to kill all her relatives. She was also intercepted by the Imperial Guards during her escape, which forced her to this point.

All the servants were killed, leaving her alone to struggle in her death throes.

A demon captain with enormous horns stepped out from the Imperial Guard, dragging a bloodstained fanged sword. With each step, his heavy armor clanged as he strode toward Ilsa.

“Your Highness, if you surrender now, we might still be able to give you some dignity,” he said in a deep voice.

Ilsa gritted her teeth and, facing the captain of the guard who was three times her size, did not yield. She raised the broken sword in her hand, her eyes chillingly cold.

"I may die, but I will never lay down my sword, nor kneel on the ground and be slaughtered in humiliation!"

She shouted sharply, with a resolute air of someone ready to die.

The captain of the guard merely snorted in response, then raised his giant toothed sword at her.

Ilsa gritted her teeth, gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, and prepared for a final, desperate resistance.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly rang in her mind:

"Ding~ Your system has been credited. Would you like to bind it?"

"?"

Ilsa's resolute face froze, wondering if she was hallucinating.

But once again, the voice appeared clearly in her mind.

"This system is a 'instant kill' system. Would you like to sell your body to bind to the system? This system will provide the service of instantly killing any target."

"Is this...the whisper of an evil god?"

Ilsa had heard this legend: when a person is desperate, an evil god will appear and tempt them to sell their body in exchange for redemption from their sins.

Furthermore, they can speak languages ​​that they cannot understand.

"I..."

Ilsa had always believed she would never do something so humiliating, but how much better could things get now?

After she was killed, her body would be hung at the foot of the imperial city, and she would be portrayed as a sinner who murdered her father and mother, and despised by all the people.

That would defile even her soul.

Since that's the case, we might as well live on regardless of the cost, so that we can take revenge in the future!

Seeing the giant toothed sword descending ever lower towards her, Ilsa gritted her teeth, closed her eyes tightly, and shouted:

"I am willing! I offer my soul! I beg for your salvation!"

The moment her voice fell, the air seemed to freeze; the dozens of Imperial Guards before her stiffened simultaneously, and several golden rays of light flashed across their bodies.

The next moment, blood shot into the sky, and a large amount of blood rained down, which, under the bright moonlight, revealed a violent and tragic beauty.

The captain of the guard's hard breastplate burst open instantly after the light flashed, scalding blood gushed out, he staggered and fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then this captain of the guard, who possessed the strength of an apostle-level mage, became completely still.

Ilsa stared in disbelief at the scene before her, her body going limp as she collapsed to the ground. Only a true evil god could possess such divine power...

But she suddenly noticed a figure appearing in the rain of blood. The figure was tall and straight, with short black hair and a large coat fluttering in the wind, and golden elemental fluctuations swirling around its body.

He turned his head, and Ilsa saw a rather handsome young man's face, who smiled slightly at her.

"Hello host, the system is now bound to you. According to the exchange agreement, you will own the future of your body."

...

Dawn breaks in the mountains and forests.

The orange flames leaped, and the firewood crackled and popped as it burned.

Ilsa, clutching her injured body, huddled at the base of a tree, watching the dark-haired youth across from her peel a sweet fruit with a knife.

After the kingdom's pursuers were eliminated, she was now temporarily safe and was then brought here by the mysterious man to rest for a while.

All Ilsa knew about him was the name he had just told her: Ya Feng.

During this time, she recovered somewhat and realized that the other party was not actually an evil god. Judging from the clothes he was wearing, he was most likely a person from the Kingdom of Fein.

Such terrifying strength likely belongs to one of the kingdom's top archmages.

In that case, the current situation becomes much easier to understand.

The Kingdom of Fein learned of the palace coup in the Demon Clan through certain channels and specially sent people to meet her.

As a royal daughter with noble Hegman blood, Ilsa also has the right to inherit the throne. As long as she is alive, she is a threat to her brother who wants to consolidate his power.

The Kingdom of Fein could not possibly abandon someone as valuable as her.

So that's how it is...

Ilsa seems to have already understood her future fate...

To live as a political tool of the human kingdom.

But at least it's better than death.

She pursed her lips and said to the young man:

"What does the Kingdom of Fein need from me?"

Ya Feng raised his eyebrows and chuckled at her words:

“You’re mistaken. I was not assigned by the Kingdom of Fein.”

"Not from the kingdom?"

But Ilsa quickly understood his meaning: since such a powerful sorcerer had no kingdom background, he must belong to some church.

Given this, these churches, for their own interests, would also want to win her over.

“Is that the church?” she asked.

“No, saving you was just my personal decision,” Ya Feng said.

"personal?"

Ilsa was completely dumbfounded. What kind of personal resources could cultivate such a powerful sorceress?

Then...why did he save me?

Ilsa's mind raced as she tried to figure out the true purpose of the person in front of her.

He has neither a kingdom background nor is he a member of the church, so the only possibility is that he comes from an ancient and powerful family.

A princess with the right to inherit the imperial throne is not something that a single family can control. If this were to be revealed, she would become the target of global condemnation. In other words, they are prepared to confront the entire world, and the potential rewards commensurate with this risk are likely terrifyingly high.

Regardless of the other party's motives, one's future may become even darker.

After thinking it through, she gritted her teeth and asked:

"Why...why did you save me?"

Ya Feng looked at her, smiled slightly, and said in a casual tone:

"Because I'm a lolicon."

Ilsa paused for a moment, then understood the meaning behind the other's words after a few seconds. Her eyes widened immediately, and her tail stood up straight in fright.

"???!"

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Chapter Two: The Hero's Second Life

"You, you, you said you are..." Ilsa asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, so if I saw such a cute girl like you while passing by, I would definitely help her. It’s instinct,” Ya Feng nodded and said, as if it were some kind of basic principle of how the world works.

"You, you..."

Ilsa understood the meaning of the word; it referred to those heinous people who existed in the human kingdom and specifically targeted young girls.

And this powerful archmage in front of him actually admitted it so openly.

Is he directly admitting that he wants to take action against me?

Ilsa's brain went blank for a moment.

Ilsa is already eighteen years old this year, but as a long-lived demon, she looks only twelve or thirteen years old. Her body has not yet developed and is still in its budding stage. She has a petite and slender figure and has already shown an extremely outstanding appearance. She has snow-white long hair, fair and delicate skin, a delicate and pretty face, and eyes as bright as rubies. She also has a long and thin tail with an arrow-shaped barb at the end.

Simply put, she's a natural beauty.

For the demon race, who have always valued robust and voluptuous figures as beautiful, no one would care about a little girl like her. There were even public criticisms that such an immature child was unqualified to take charge of the overall situation.

But it attracted people like this...

This kind of person not only saved himself, but also sold his soul to him.

Ilsa's heart skipped a beat. So, he had no other motive in saving her; he simply wanted to...

To satisfy that perverted fetish?

A chill ran straight to my head, and I started shivering.

“Since you’ve asked, let’s talk about it,” Ya Feng cleared his throat and looked at her seriously.

"According to our previous agreement, I saved you, and you will belong to me from now on. So I'll give you three choices."

He held up three fingers to Ilsa.

"First, become my slave, lose all personality and dignity, and be at my disposal. Any physical disability that may occur in the future will be none of my concern."