I Possessed a Game Where I Die If I Don’t Clear the Tower - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3. Becoming the Lord (2)
I didn’t need to hear the sound or see the holographic window to know the skill had succeeded.
[Grrrrrowwwwl…!]
[Shrieeeeek!]
The beasts had begun tearing into themselves.
The demon standing in the rear was no exception.
[Hick! Hieek! Shriiek!]
It started lashing its own body frantically with a whip studded with iron spikes.
The consecutive brainwashing combo had taken effect.
Fortunately, I remembered the combat methods and skill applications exactly as they were.
‘…Wait a moment.’
Standing before this grotesque spectacle of blood and flesh splattering, my only thought was ‘Thank goodness it’s just like the game’?
Now that I thought about it, it was strange that even after entering the game world, my reaction had ended with ‘I’ve possessed someone’.
It was an oddly unnatural composure.
‘Could it be?’
I glanced at my trait window.
[Mirror of the Mind]
(Passive)
You gain complete immunity to mental status abnormalities.
It was a broken trait that drastically lowered the game difficulty, so I rarely selected it normally, but I’d included it for casual play.
There was no better way to block the guilt debuff that appeared with multiple lovers, or even the death event from heartbreak that occurred after breaking up multiple times.
It didn’t just skip events. True to its broken nature, Mirror of the Mind blocked all mental magic and status abnormality debuffs.
For an ordinary modern person who only played games at home, it wasn’t strange to simply erase ‘status abnormalities’ like confusion, fear, and anger that I would naturally have felt.
‘Not only has my manner of speech changed, but even my mental state has been molded by the skills.’
It felt unsettling, but it was also an ability I was grateful to have.
Without Mirror of the Mind, I would have fainted or broken down crying, failed to regain my senses, been branded a false lord, and met a gruesome end.
‘I hate that kind of ending.’
I didn’t know how things had come to this, but I didn’t want to die.
I didn’t want to stumble and fall into a bad ending.
The bad endings of Dark Tower were filled with horrors that made nightmares look tame.
‘I need to keep my wits about me. If I don’t….’
Steeling myself while watching the blood-soaked monsters collapse, I called out to the knight standing below.
“Rohengreen.”
“…Yes, my lord.”
Rohengreen, who answered a beat too late, turned to face me with a visibly stiffened expression.
He wasn’t the type of character to be frightened by watching a few monsters die, so why was he reacting like this?
As I puzzled over it, I quickly found my answer.
‘Ah, that’s right. Mental magic.’
Perhaps because it was magic used to control others, the NPCs grew fearful just from seeing brainwashing-type magic being used.
If I used it on ally characters and got caught, their reputation and affection would plummet instantly, and in severe cases, they would even attack me.
This is precisely why the Mind Sorcerer—a late-game unlock with absurdly broken performance—earned the reputation of being either a gimmick character or a complete liability.
‘The moment I use her abilities, all my party members flee….’
When the goal is simply to have fun, it’s manageable.
Assassination works if nobody notices. Romance works if nobody notices. Mind control works as long as they don’t find out.
If I don’t conquer The Tower, the world collapses? All the better. True romance is supposed to end in ruin anyway.
‘…or so I once believed.’
Even Rohengrin—a character whose loyalty and affection rarely diminished—reacted this way. I could already imagine how the other companion characters would respond without even checking.
The situation felt hopeless, but the tutorial in front of me took priority.
I was about to suggest we finish off the remaining mobs and leave this place when a red warning window suddenly appeared.
[‘Soaked’ status maintained for an extended duration….]
[Entering critical condition.]
[Status abnormality ‘Unconsciousness’ triggered.]
Resistance: 10
‘What?’
Prolonged status abnormalities do eventually lead to unconsciousness, critical condition, and death. But this was just being soaked—not blood loss or multiple fractures. How could this happen?
‘Damn it, only 6 HP!’
The problem was my health stat, which I’d ruthlessly slashed to maximize charm.
When a stat drops below 8, debuffs apply at double potency.
[Beginning judgment!]
Regardless of my shock, the dice rolled forward of its own accord.
[Dice roll: 10]
The dice had come through, but my face crumpled miserably.
Why? Because the consequences of my traits were about to rain down upon me….
[Health 6] resulting in -2
[Sorcerer] resulting in -1
[Nephilim] resulting in -2
[Goddess’s Fortune] resulting in….
.
.
.
Result: 1/20
[Critical Failure!]
[Remarkable Achievement!]
‘Ugh, this useless character really…!’
Staring at the result displayed on the bright red holographic window as if mocking me, I couldn’t steady my wavering body even as anger surged through me.
Beyond my darkening vision, I saw Rohengrin rushing toward me, crying out “My Lord!”
That was the last thing I remembered.
The world went dark as if a light had been switched off.
When my eyes opened again, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
To be precise, it was a ceiling I’d grown tired of seeing in the game, but was experiencing for the first time in reality.
‘The Lord’s Bedroom….’
Still, somehow I had managed to escape the Reincarnation Ceremony Location.
My chest tightened at the thought of several events being skipped in succession.
Weren’t there events that triggered in the tutorial whenever you fainted or suffered a status ailment…?
With my throbbing head, I struggled to recall the memory when a cold hand pressed against my forehead.
A worried whisper followed.
“Please don’t strain yourself, Lord.”
My gaze instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.
The owner of that voice was a man draped in robes.
And an extraordinarily beautiful man at that.
His hair gleamed like raven feathers, and his eyes sparkled brighter than fine rubies.
The crowning touch was the crimson butterfly-shaped tear mark beneath his long, slightly drooping eyes.
The way it fluttered delicately with each blink was utterly mesmerizing.
‘Wow, his beauty is no joke.’
Even in video form it was extraordinary, but seeing him in person was genuinely breathtaking.
This was also a character I knew well.
Zehar Al Rashid.
The top-ranked mage.
Number one in companion character popularity rankings.
Number one in romance character popularity for five consecutive years.
A companion character who had achieved the triple crown.
Because of his popularity transcending genres, his fans were incredibly passionate.
-Isn’t romance with anyone other than Zehar basically cheating? I mean, that’s just fact.
-Zehar ≠ 0. Want to have a steamy romance with the dark-haired man from the cinematic? You can buy it at full price.
Even male players said such things.
-How could I love a male character? I love Zehar….
-Why is Zehar like this? Why is he making my character gay? This is seriously ridiculous.
(Edited) Zehar is innocent. I’m the one who’s a terrible person, cheating on my wife. I’m not taking questions because I need to earn money for Zehar’s DLC costumes.
-The main wife isn’t being abandoned. Listen to your brother.
Performance, beauty, character story—a truly perfect character with nothing to discard.
Even I, who had been too busy conquering The Tower to pay much attention to romance with NPCs, had once been so captivated that I collected every ending related to Zehar.
‘I never thought I’d see Zehar like this.’
“…Lord?”
‘Oh no.’
I must have been staring too long. I quickly gathered my wits and asked in a manner befitting a lord.
“How much time has passed since I collapsed?”
“About half a day, so not very long at all.”
He removed his hand from my forehead slightly and continued.
“I heard from Count Eshen. He said there was an issue with the ceremony.”
“Yes.”
“Your physical condition and abilities aren’t what they used to be, are they?”
There was no point in hiding it, so she answered candidly once more.
“That’s right.”
Zehar Al Rashid hesitated briefly before asking carefully.
“Have your memories been affected as well?”
“….”
Interpreting her silence in his own way, Zehar Al Rashid’s voice became infinitely gentle.
“You needn’t worry, Lord. I stand with you no matter what.”
His glistening eyes gazed intently at her. Joy, affection, sincerity—all of it shimmered in his gaze.
“Even if you’ve lost your memories, even if you never recover them, as long as your soul remains… I will forever be your mage.”
So you can trust me, at least.
With those words, the mage carefully lifted her cold hand and pressed a kiss to its back.
For the record, he wasn’t speaking empty words.
Zehar Al Rashid was one of the rare companion characters who stood by the Lord’s side until the very end in every possible ending.
However, like all characters in Dark Tower, he had his flaws.
Those delicate hands of his were also used to pin the Previous Lord to a tombstone.
What do I mean?
This bastard is the true villain.

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