This Isn't an E*otic Game?

Chapter 43

Birth.

The Fragment took control of the body in an instant.

The host’s soul was shoved into a corner and cast aside without resistance.

“[Food!]"

The Fragment effortlessly devoured the soul it had inhabited for so long.

But while it consumed it, the meal was far from ideal.

Sixteen years of weekly exposure to holy magic had left the connection unstable.

Had the Fragment awakened fully integrated into the soul, the process would have been seamless. The soul would have been shattered, laid bare, and easy to digest.

The Fragment could sense the countless human souls and minds scattered around it.

The souls of parents, crushed by guilt and despair, who tortured their daughter in an attempt to save her.

The soul of a princess who endured suffering and hopelessness, desperately clinging to joyful memories to save her twin.

The broken spirits of cowardly priests who abandoned their posts after losing their sanity while torturing the young princess.

The wounded and shattered psyches lingering throughout this capital city.

They were all prey.

The Fragment wanted to consume them all, so it did.

It lifted the host’s body into the air and unleashed its curses as far and wide as it could.

The curses seeped into human bodies, gnawing at their souls.

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