As a Villain, I Really Can't Get Any Stronger

How many years in prison for defiling a nun?

Ronan had to seriously consider this question because lying beneath him was a nun—a woman destined to become the Saint of Light for the Church of the Dawn Goddess—Aurelia!

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The room was large, illuminated only faintly by three magical lamps. The dim light barely dispelled the shadows, highlighting the twisted paintings in pink, purple, and black hues adorning the walls. These grotesque images depicted naked, intertwined bodies, exuding an oppressive air of indulgence mixed with a tinge of dread.

The room itself was sparsely decorated, save for a grand bed at its center, which dominated the space.

On that bed lay the nun.

Her delicate face was framed by a few loose strands of silver hair. Her figure was full yet proportionate—an embodiment of femininity that seemed more enticing than the slender women society often glorified.

Her once-pristine nun's habit was now in disarray, revealing glimpses of soft, pale skin that shimmered under the magical light. Her silver hair cascaded across the bed, contrasting sharply with her disheveled black attire. The torn hem of her dress exposed a pair of voluptuous legs, radiating a forbidden allure—a paradoxical blend of saintly purity and witch-like temptation.

Ronan, who once harbored an unabashed obsession with black stockings, now found himself in an existential crisis: which was the true heresy, black-stockinged legs or bare, flawless ones?

Though he knew this wasn't the time for such musings, Ronan couldn't deny the corrupting charm this woman exuded.

Aurelia lay bound on the bed, her wrists tied to the headboard and her ankles fastened to the footboard, her body forcibly posed in a humiliatingly vulnerable position.

Her porcelain-like face flushed with shame, and her soft golden eyes glared at the man looming over her. His frenzied, almost feral gaze terrified her, and his violent tearing of her garments filled her with dread.

Aurelia was a pure-hearted nun, but not ignorant. She had a grim understanding of what awaited her. Outside the room, she could hear the labored, anticipatory breaths of countless others. They were waiting.

For a nun like her, such a fate was far worse than death.

Yet there was a strange twist to her predicament. Just as the man had ripped open her attire and was poised to go further, his body suddenly trembled violently, as though struck by lightning. He froze mid-action, his expression clouded with confusion.

It was as if… someone else had taken control of his body.

This inexplicable pause was the only reason her chastity remained intact—for the moment.

Aurelia didn't entertain the naive hope that this man had suddenly grown a conscience. Members of the Eternal Freedom Cult had no such luxuries as conscience.

She struggled fiercely against her bindings, attempting to free her wrists from the chains.

Unfortunately, her efforts only tightened the bonds further. The ropes dug into her skin, leaving marks, and accentuated her already curvaceous figure, straining the tattered remnants of her clothing to their limits.

Ronan's gaze returned to her, making her stiffen in fear. Her struggles stopped instinctively, and she quickly masked her terror with a steely expression. Perhaps out of a desperate attempt to fortify her resolve or reaffirm her faith, Aurelia parted her lips and declared:

"You despicable, depraved heretic! Even if you take my body, you will never taint my soul!"

Ronan glanced at her impassively. "Relax. I have no interest in your soul."

Ah, typical behavior of the Eternal Freedom Cult.

These people cared nothing for spiritual connections or emotional fulfillment. They sought only carnal pleasures, shunning laws, morals, and restraint in their fanatical devotion to the God of Eternal Freedom. To them, life was an endless pursuit of indulgence and excess.

Aurelia realized resistance was futile. Resolute in her faith, she ceased her struggles, her expression freezing into a mask of icy disdain. Her voice, cold and unyielding, echoed through the room:

"I will kill you with my own hands!"

Ronan chuckled. "My dear nun, what if I told you… violating you is the key to saving the world? Would you believe me?"

"What?"

Her expression twisted in incredulity as she stared at him like he was insane.

That look seemed to say: Do you think I'm stupid? Does the world depend on your depravity? Even a dog wouldn't believe that.

Ronan sighed. He was telling the truth, yet no one believed him.

Rather than explain further, he got off Aurelia, grabbed the shredded hem of her habit, and draped it over her exposed legs. He wasn't in a hurry to die just yet.

Suppressing the flames of desire ignited by the overwhelming magic potion coursing through his veins, Ronan sat down on a nearby chair. His fingers tapped lightly on the table as fragmented and chaotic memories flooded his mind.

He was a transmigrator.

The moment he saw Aurelia, he realized he was in the world of Goddess X Beast of Darkness, a game he had once binge-played.

But his transmigration was particularly unfortunate. He now inhabited the body of Ronan, a pitiable nobody.

Once a disregarded son of a foreign duke due to his lack of magical talent, Ronan had been exiled amidst the family's power struggles. He later caught the attention of the Eternal Freedom Cult for his expertise in ancient texts, knowledge vital to decoding sacred inscriptions.

Though Ronan held a high-ranking position in the cult, his life was a precarious one. Headquarters had even ordered him to complete an initiation ritual involving Aurelia, ensuring his loyalty with a heavy dose of aphrodisiac potion.

Before the original owner of this body succumbed to the potion's effects, the Dawn Knights—led by Aurelia's fiancé, Herman—stormed the cult's lair, slaughtered everyone, and executed Ronan without a shred of mercy.

Before his death, Ronan became a vengeful specter, causing untold destruction, and forever staining Aurelia's life with despair.

Now, as a transmigrator, Ronan found himself on the verge of that same grim fate.

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice resonated in his mind:

[Ding! Congratulations, host. The Goddess X Beast of Darkness Infinite Death System has been activated.]

[Mission Background: This is the dawn of darkness. The Goddess slumbers, and demons rise. The Dawn Goddess Church wields earthly power, but its virtue is withering…]

[Mission Description: Herman, enraged by the abduction of his fiancée, has surrounded Bruno Street with 500 elite knights. You have ten minutes to live.]

[Optional Mission 1: Follow the path of fate. Violate Aurelia, driving her to despair and awakening her bloodline. Then die at Herman's hands.]

[Reward: None.]

[You will be an unsung hero, trading your death for humanity's salvation.]

[Optional Mission 2: Struggle to survive.]

[Reward: Random.]

[Death Countdown: 600 seconds.]