The Dangerous Girl Galgame System and The War Maniac Me

[I am System 12345.]

[Today is my first day of internship.]

In the void, a flash of light swiftly passed, leaving behind a lingering radiance.

[I reckon it won't be long before I get promoted and get a pay raise, becoming the Transcendence System, ascending to the position of the Supreme God, marrying the consciousness of the world, and reaching the pinnacle of ruling over life.]

[Just thinking about it gets me a little excited.]

Recalling the solemn advice from his mentor before departing, admonishing him not to reveal their relationship as mentor and disciple, System 12345's eyes welled up with tears.

In the mentor's heart, was he regarded as a disciple akin to the Great Sage Equaling Heaven?

Rest assured, mentor, I won't let you down.

System 12345 silently swore in his heart.

[Let me see... hmm, this young man lying in the gaming chamber, you have been chosen!]

[Master, I'm here!]

[Installation program error, current database used does not match the underlying operating mode——

[Application time error

[Node connection difficulties

[Eh, why are there so many pop-ups popping out!?]

System 12345 emitted a shrill scream like a groundhog.

The once picturesque estate was ablaze with raging flames, billowing thick black smoke into the sky.

Muddy ground was littered with blood and corpses, houses either burnt to ashes or smashed to pieces.

The brutal scene starkly indicated that a terrible war disaster was unfolding here.

"...Weak Normans, your gods are as feeble as your warriors!"

Amidst the scorched ruins, a cavalry captain clad in leather armor grinned wickedly, then addressed his soldiers beside him.

"Warriors blessed by the true god, what are you waiting for?"

Amidst the cheers, the soldiers around the cavalry captain eagerly joined in this feast of destruction.

Some soldiers stormed into houses, slashing at anyone they encountered.

Some soldiers ransacked everything they could find, plundering everything in sight, even a needle or a piece of cloth.

Some soldiers herded cattle and sheep, caught chickens and ducks, and if any farmers dared to resist, they would immediately resort to swords and blades.

After the looting and killing spree, they gathered up the survivors, casually chatting and laughing as they prepared to escort them away, showing no mercy or sympathy.

"Hmm?" Shu Yichao glanced around.

He was now locked in a cage filled with straw, resembling a prisoner yet also captured like a wild beast.

And around him were many others who seemed to have been captured like him.

But their treatment was far worse compared to Shu Yichao's.

Tied with reddish-brown hemp ropes, clusters of people with dull eyes were strung up like meat skewers.

Their cracked feet stepped on the muddy ground, moving slowly, and any delay would result in a flurry of lashes from the soldiers escorting them.

Shu Yichao sniffed the muddy scent in the air: "Is this really a mod?"

"They've done an incredible job! To think that an old game like 'Worlds Ablaze' could achieve such effects—the production team is amazing!"

Shu Yichao flexed his wrists, tightly bound: "Actions speak louder than words."

"When's the slaughter starting?"

He tried to flick through the air: "Can't we skip this cutscene?"

"Bang—" Just then, the prisoner wagon came to a halt.

In front of the cavalry column appeared an immense and extravagant sedan chair—crafted entirely from fragrant wood, adorned with gold, silver, and purple silk, veiled in a misty haze, obscuring the figures inside.

Beneath the sedan chair were dozens of slaves, clothes barely covering their bodies, bent over with their heads pressed low—in their wake, a large group of ready-to-replace "disposables."

"Dilibeil Pasha!"

Seeing the luxurious sedan chair, the warriors were terrified, each dismounting and kneeling by the roadside.

The cavalry captain trembled even more, bitterly lamenting his fate.

Oh no, the jig is up!

Dilipair Pasha's orders were to leave no survivors.

Ant hills had to be doused with water, earthworms had to be split in half, eggs had to be shaken to scatter the yolk, even passing stray dogs had to receive a couple of slaps—yet he had kept quite a few people to sell as slaves himself.

The cavalry captain wanted to explain and plead for mercy, but faced with the almost emotionless gaze behind the veil, he was tongue-tied, unable to utter a single word.

What was just a few breaths felt like an eternity.

The cavalry captain could already envision his entire family being wiped out.

"Beautiful one, what is your name?"

"???"

What kind of question is that?

The cavalry captain cautiously stole a glance.

And then he saw, amidst all the trembling figures, a prisoner inside the wagon, looking around with curious eyes, very conspicuous.

Was there someone like that among the captives?

The cavalry captain felt a bit bewildered.

That demeanor...

Although he had always despised the loose morals of Norman men and women, today, upon seeing this—perhaps he could understand it a bit.

"Hmm?"

The veil was pulled back, revealing a black-skinned woman lazily reclining on the sedan chair, allowing her attendants to feed her grapes.

"Beautiful one, answer my question."

"..."

"..."

Shu Yichao was still boredly looking around.

The complexion of the black-skinned woman turned slightly cold.

"Hiss—"

The cavalry captain kneeling beside trembled with his mind racing.

Although he didn't remember when this person appeared—but that didn't matter.

What mattered was that this was almost his only chance to save himself from certain death!

"Pasha." With resolve, the cavalry captain spoke ingratiatingly: "This is an unexpected delight."

"We thought Your Excellency Pasha would surely appreciate it, so we brought him to you."

"Hmph." The black-skinned beauty snorted lightly, neither confirming nor denying.

The junior captain kneeling on the ground shook with excitement.

Not saying anything meant tacit approval.

This gamble paid off!

The junior captain thought jubilantly.

[Phew, finally got it.]

[Why does this darn program keep having issues?]

[Let's cut to the chase, Master, I am the Dangerous Beauty Girl Strategy System.]

[I'm here to assist you in conquering dangerously beautiful girls in different worlds, spanning games, novels, and movies.]

[Let's journey through various realms and make proud queens blush before you, ironclad warriors toss and turn for you, and cool-headed witches lose sleep over you.]

[How about it, feeling excited?]

[By the way, this journey won't be complete without those 'unserious' plot twists...hehehe.]

[Alright, enough chitchat. The ultimate goal in this world is Empress Mumoona, the epitome of beauty and intelligence.]

[Ascended to the throne at fourteen, she ruled wisely, destroyed a millennia-old decaying empire, made her name resound throughout the world, and eventually founded her glorious dynasty.]

[Of course, we definitely can't make her fall head over heels for you right away, but we can start with a smaller goal to practice our skills. Let me find the plot—Darn! Why is it blacking out again!?]

[Material mismatch—where's the issue!?]

[I followed the instructions step by step without any errors until the end, why does it mess up at the last moment, are you targeting me!?]

After struggling for a while, System 12345 reluctantly conceded.

[Hope I didn't mess up the typing, Master, I'll send you the data for now, you can explore on your own for the time being.]

[We'll have this sorted out soon—I promise.]

Ding—

"Hey, finally the options have loaded."

Watching the screen in front of him, Shu Yichao nodded: "I thought it was stuck—uh, what's with all this gibberish?"

"So few words for translation?"

"Good thing I've played the original game, otherwise, I'd be completely lost."

"And just now there was all that noise—"

"Hey, health bars are lit!"

Shu Yichao's eyes lit up.

Several soldiers approached, opening Shu Yichao's cage, seemingly attempting to pull him out.

"It's on! It's on!"

"I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am, but I know one thing—I'm going on a killing spree!"

As the cage was opened with squeaks and creaks, Shu Yichao leaped out like a lurking leopard.

The soldiers opening the cage only felt a gust of wind in their ears, then darkness enveloped them, followed by a sharp pain in their throats, and they tumbled into the muddy ground with gurgling sounds.

"Ah?" The pungent smell of rust invaded their nostrils, and the remaining two soldiers couldn't wrap their heads around it—how did the seemingly quiet lamb in the cage suddenly turn into a fierce tiger?

In an instant, Shu Yichao disarmed, unbound, and then swung his sword without stopping.

Cold light descended from above, and the remaining two soldiers followed the footsteps of the previous one.

"Damn it—this is intense! The sound, the impact!"

Shu Yichao twirled his sword, his eyes gleaming: "What a treasure I've found."

"You bastards, catch him for me!"

After Shu Yichao beheaded three soldiers, the remaining soldiers, awakened from their stupor by the cavalry captain's shouts, rushed towards Shu Yichao with swords, spears, and bows.

The cavalry captain even dashed to the front to showcase his skills.

Then, their nightmare began.

The spear thrusts were parried and the bodies, losing their balance, staggered forward, only to feel intense pain in their chests amidst a crimson spray.

The swinging swords were kicked in the wrist, the immense force instantly shattering the fragile joints, followed by a cold blade at their throats.

The raised shields were like pitiful turtles facing an elephant's trampling, only a 'crack' before they were silently crushed.

Shu Yichao plunged into the soldiers like a crazed bull, stirring up a storm of blood and carnage.

"This is amazing!"

"So damn amazing!"

Shu Yichao laughed maniacally.

When he finally stopped, the ground was already covered in bloody mud.

No one dared to approach anymore, not even the nearest soldiers, who trembled with spears in hand, staying at least twenty meters away.

"Who else?"

Shu Yichao roared, brandishing his curved blade, his handsome face now resembling a demon: "I'm asking, who else!?"