Charles

It was precisely because of this line of thought that Charles obtained the lingering fragments of memory left behind in this body.

This was also thanks to Delis's projection being shattered, allowing some soul fragments that had not yet been fully digested to return to Charles's body.

Wave after wave of memories crashed into Charles's head, making him feel as though his brain was growing.

The impact of those memories even made Charles start bleeding from the nose.

Fragment after fragment of incomplete memories merged into Charles's soul.

Only after a long while did he open his eyes again, his expression somewhat complicated.

Charles rose to his feet, took out a small mirror, and examined his appearance.

A black-haired young man with handsome features and an excellent bearing.

Charles looked at himself in the mirror and muttered, "I really am handsome. Could this be the Succubus Bloodline at work? Why does this body in my memories not seem this handsome?"

After putting down the mirror, Charles let out a faint sigh.

Although he had enjoyed reading novels in his previous life on Blue Star and had wanted to try transmigrating himself, suddenly hitting the jackpot and arriving in this world still felt rather terrifying.

Charles smacked his lips as he savored the memory of last night, unable to help sighing. "The taste of a succubus... really packs a punch!"

The memories in his mind were incomplete, but after sorting through them, Charles gained a partial understanding of his current situation.

Charles's full name was Charles Augustus.

He came from an extremely distant kingdom, where he was the youngest son of an earl.

Charles had not been born with any right of inheritance. Originally, the only paths open to him were becoming an attendant to the king or to some duke or marquis.

According to his intended path in life, Charles could have become a court noble or a knight.

However, he had been lucky. He was tested and found to possess a talent for spiritual power and the potential to become a wizard, so he muddleheadedly boarded a ship headed for the Wizard Continent.

After boarding, Charles received a Basic Meditation Technique, distributed uniformly by the wizards aboard the ship.

The ship had sailed for over a year since he left home, yet poor Charles had gained nothing.

When he had left home, the earl had generously prepared fifty Magic Stones for him as the starting capital for his studies.

That was also the main reason he had been able to rent a tiny room on the middle level of this ship.

Charles did not know how far they still were from the Wizard Continent, but he had heard they were no longer far away.

There was a rumor aboard the ship that anyone who could use the Basic Meditation Technique to break through and become a Third-Rank Wizard Apprentice before reaching the Wizard Continent would gain enormous benefits and be eagerly fought over.

But Charles had cultivated for nearly a year and still had not felt the slightest change.

Some time ago, someone had given Charles a forbidden piece of parchment. It recorded how to sacrifice to demons and pray for power, allowing one to obtain a better cultivation aptitude or even directly break through to become a Third-Rank Wizard Apprentice.

Already desperate, Charles believed it. In the end, he drew a runic formation in the cabin with his blood and muddleheadedly summoned a succubus.

The demon-granted power never came. Instead, his soul was devoured cleanly by the succubus.

Most importantly, he had not even gotten to enjoy the taste of a succubus!

Charles's transmigration and possession of this body had at least allowed him to enjoy a succubus for the original owner.

Now the succubus was gone, and the bloody formation on the floor had mostly been cleaned away, but Charles's Magic Stones were nearly exhausted as well.

Renting a private room on the ship cost money. Ordinary currency would not do; it required at least one Magic Stone per month.

That was another expense. Charles had clearly been treated like a fat sheep and fleeced.

Last night, Charles had bought materials to summon the succubus, then sacrificed another twenty or thirty Magic Stones. Only then had the formation barely activated. Yet it had still not been enough to summon Delis, and it directly drained his soul dry.

Now Charles had only a pitiful seven Magic Stones left in his hands, leaving him practically destitute.

Moreover, from Charles's memories, he learned that the parchment recording that formation had been given to him by his "good brother," Qiaosuo.

Recalling the Qiaosuo in his memories and all the clues, even though the memories were fragmented and his understanding of some matters was incomplete—

Charles still rubbed his chin and thought to himself, Charles was too inexperienced in dealing with people. It would have been one thing if he had merely been treated as a fat sheep, but he even took the fall for someone else.

Or perhaps this Qiaosuo had malicious intentions from the start and wanted to kill the original owner!

Damn it, how did I run into this sort of bullshit the moment I transmigrated?

By the time he figured all this out, the sun had risen, and the sound of a bell rang out across the ship.

It was mealtime aboard the ship. If he did not want to go hungry, he needed to reach the dining hall as quickly as possible.

Charles got dressed and checked everything. After finding nothing unusual, he pushed open the door and left the room.

Just then, the door to the room next to his opened as well.

Under Charles's gaze, a blonde girl stepped out.

In his memories, this was Doris, a very pretty girl. She did not come from the same mortal kingdom as Charles, but her homeland was not far away.

She was beautiful, with a curvy figure, only slightly inferior to the succubus from last night.

Charles had always been Doris's simp, but Doris had never paid much attention to him.

Charles stared at Doris with an unblinking gaze, his mind recalling memories related to her.

But to Doris, that stare was far too naked. She immediately glared back at him.

Charles hurriedly greeted her as he would have according to his original memories. "Morning, Doris!"

"Get lost! Stop bothering me, you disgusting bastard!" Doris immediately pulled a face, then tossed her head and strode toward the dining hall with a swish of her golden hair.

Charles frowned, then glanced back at his room and sighed. "Looks like the soundproofing in this room isn't that great."

Clearly, Doris had heard quite a bit of the commotion caused by the succubus yesterday.

Thinking of last night's commotion, Charles shuddered all over.

Still, it was good that Doris had left. Charles did not want to keep being a simp now anyway.

He was a sigma male. Doris should be the one simping for him!

As he continued forward, his good brother Qiaosuo, who had been keeping an eye on Charles, stared at him in astonishment.

According to Qiaosuo's expectations, Charles should have been dead by now.

After all, Charles had kept harassing Doris, Qiaosuo's goddess.

Though Charles was his good brother, for the sake of Qiaosuo's beautiful future with Doris, Qiaosuo had still painfully decided to send Charles on his way.

Originally, he had planned to shed tears today and collect Charles's body. He had even prepared onion skins.

Yet the moment he opened his door, he saw Charles harassing his Doris again.

Qiaosuo's heart suddenly clenched, but his shock swiftly turned into anger. He began to suspect that Charles had lost his nerve yesterday and ultimately had not carried out the plan to Summon Demon!

Qiaosuo gritted his teeth in fury and cursed inwardly, Charles, you damn bastard! Why aren't you dead yet?!