New Ruler in Paradise

After Sebastian's answer, the system fell silent, as if it had vanished completely.

In an instant, a low beeping sound reached Sebastian's ears, and a blue, almost see-through screen appeared before him.

[User: Sebastian Reed]

[Race: Half-Elf Half Human]

[Affinity: Fire, Curses]

'I have an affinity for curses? Who would have thought.' Chuckled Sebastian to himself.

[Level 1]

[0/100 xp]

[Strength: 8]

[Agility: 13]

[Stamina: 12]

[Intelligence: 16]

[Mana: 16]

[Blessing: 0]

'Hmm… interesting,' thought Sebastian, his eyes fixated on the only stat that was 0: Blessing.

'But what the hell is this?'

He got no answer to his question as if the system didn't communicate with him to begin with. Yet, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was conversing with it.

He could see three menu points, one of them shining a bit more than the others.

[Statistics]

[Shop]

[unlocks at level 10]

'Interesting…'

[Converted]

[Complete the tutorial to visit]

'Okay, seems quite straightforward.' 

'I don't really have anything better to do,' thought Sebastian, looking down at the letter in his hand.

'I guess now I'm becoming a prison guard… fuck, what a bother,' cursed Sebastian, massaging his temples.

Putting the letter back in his pocket, he left the scene, only to see the bandit he had previously pushed into the canal swimming for his life.

'Should I help?' 

'…'

'Nah.'

Sebastian left the scene.

***

In a single moment, he appears in front of the prison.

The Heineil Prison loomed before him, built from massive stone blocks, its walls were thick and impenetrable, stretching high into the sky and casting long, ominous shadows over the surrounding area.

The entrance was a heavy, reinforced gate.

The air around the prison was thick with a sense of dread, a tangible reminder of the horrors contained within. 

Without a care in the world, he walked into the prison. The reinforced gate opened before him on its own, and he sensed a faint trace of mana around it—they were expecting him.

Inside, the prison was even more foreboding. The walls were damp and cold, slick with condensation, and the air was thick with the stench of mold and decay. 

Narrow, dimly lit corridors twisted and turned in a maze-like pattern, leading deeper into the bowels of the prison. 

Flickering torches provided the only light.

Before Sebastian could walk deeper into the prison, he was stopped by a man in a black coat. Behind him were three others, all wearing the same black coats and holding halberds.

"Sir Sebastian Reed?" asked the guard before him. The man had a fairly large frame and silky smooth long black hair tied into a ponytail. His face was clean-shaven, except for thick mutton chops.

"Indeed I am, but who am I talking to?"

"My name is Gallagher Feron. I was notified of your arrival… Captain," said Gallagher with a smile, saluting along with the other three prison guards.

"We were all shocked to hear that the Mage of the Inferno would become our new captain. It's an honor, sir."

Sebastian saluted back to the soldiers halfheartedly. He was already bored with the whole prison guard thing, but who knows—this was only the beginning of his job, and he couldn't return to the war while there was a ceasefire.

'At least the war was interesting; this whole thing is just boring.' Sebastian was a man who grew bored quickly. There wasn't much excitement in his life other than training and war.

"I will lead you to your office, sir. There's a room for you in the prison as well, but you're free to refuse it and live somewhere else," informed Gallagher, only to be brushed off by Sebastian.

"Nah, I'll just sleep here. It's too much of a hassle to come into work every day," said Sebastian with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Understood, sir. The room is just beside your office. I'll show it to you."

Sebastian simply nodded as they headed towards his new office. In this section of the prison, there were no prisoners or cells, but some guards were on their stroll.

After a couple of minutes, they reached Sebastian's new office. 

The room was small and sparsely furnished, with a heavy wooden desk dominating the center. Stacks of old papers and dusty ledgers cluttered its surface. 

The moment his eyes met the paperwork, his face contorted into a painful grimace.

A single chair, worn and creaking, sat behind the desk.

'Old.' That was his only opinion.

He spotted a door to the right side of his office. "What is that door, Lieutenant Gallagher?"

"That's your personal room, sir."

"Convenient."

"I will be back later, sir. Please get comfortable first," said Gallagher before leaving the room, leaving Sebastian alone.

With a loud beeping sound, Sebastian focused his attention on the screen appearing before him.

[Congratulations, the first main mission has been completed]

[+ 80xp]

Then, he heard another beeping sound and the screen shifted once more.

'Hmm?' He frowned.

[new mission: select the first target to convert.]

Sebastian just stared blankly at the screen.

His expression remained unchanged for a long while, but soon his lips curled up.

'Now this is something I can look forward to.' 

Sebastian was a man of immense strength but got bored easily. However, a few things besides the thrill of battle made his gray world feel colorful.

Wine...

And femboys.

Focusing his mind, the system window popped up. He stared at it for a long time, but his expression remained blank.

To anyone watching, he seemed indifferent, yet inside, he was beaming with joy, almost smiling.

Walking up to his new desk, he resisted the urge to burn the papers.

'Let's go, I'm going to meet all the femboys.'

Not even visiting his room, Sebastian was beaming with joy, though the outside world interpreted it differently. Every guard who met his gaze froze in fear.

His expression was overly serious, almost as if he were reprimanding them with just a look.

And that's exactly how some of them felt.

In the end, they decided to completely avert their gaze completely, too fearful of him.

Sebastian was looking around the prison, trying to familiarize himself with the perimeter. While he always got bored quickly, that didn't mean he was a carefree man.

The cells were small and cramped, within, prisoners huddled in corners, their faces gaunt and eyes hollow.

Most of them have been in this very same prison, even before the war.

But now that there was a ceasefire, these cells have been filled to the brim with both soldiers that have been captured, and higher targets, some of them not even human.

The nation of Edoran was a united kingdom, they had elves, orcs, beast people, and even some merfolk.

Gazing at the window before him, Sebastian's lips trembled with excitement, terrifying the inmates who took a look at Sebastian, some of them had met him in the war, leaving them with burn scars.

He could barely control his stone-cold expression as he gazed at some of the prisoners.

[Select the first target to start the conversion]