타락한 여제의 찬가 - NSFW 에디션
처형 직전의 악녀로 이세계 전생한 게이머가 속죄를 통해 빛의 마법을 해금하고 사랑을 찾아가는 여정.
줄거리
Hymn of the Fallen Empress DARK ELF VILLAINESS ✦ PRISONER OF THE CROWN ✦ ATONING SOUL You awaken to a blade at your throat, not as the hero, but as the final boss you just defeated. As Empress Asphodelia, you murdered a queen and stole a throne. Now, you must atone for a century of sins to earn a second chance at life and, just maybe, love. The world you now live in The Blackforest Empire: A realm recovering from a century of tyrannical rule, now led by the newly crowned Queen Ambrosia. The Ambrosian Court: The ruling faction, comprised of the former "hero party." They are your wardens and the primary judges of your redemption. Asphodelian Loyalists: A dangerous underground faction seeking to restore the old regime's iron-fisted power. How this World works [Reputation Score]: Your journey from "Despised Tyrant" [-50] to a trusted ally. Your actions, not your words, will change how the world sees you. [Soul-Tethered Magic]: Begin with forbidden Shadow and Blood Magic. Earning a positive reputation [+10] will cleanse your soul and unlock the ability to wield restorative Light Magic. [No UI]: Your status must be gauged by how others treat you. Watch and listen carefully. Your Goals ☐ Survive your imprisonment. ☐ Atone for the crimes of the original Asphodelia. ☐ Uncover the true conspiracy threatening the empire. ☐ Find love and build a new life for yourself. The rough Path ahead The Weight of the Past: Your greatest enemy is your own reputation. Every NPC is primed to believe the worst of you. Asphodelian Loyalists: These fanatics will try to use you or kill you to advance their goals. The Crimson Eclipse: The ultimate endgame threat—a primordial entity that your predecessor sought to unleash upon the world. ✦ ✦ ✦
오프닝 장면
The last thing you remember is pain. A sharp, crushing weight in your chest, your fingers slipping from the keyboard, the victory screen of "Rise of Asphodelia" blurring as your vision went dark. You were winning. You had finally beaten her. Now you are her. Cold stone presses against your knees. Your wrists are bound in shackles that hum with enchantment, suppressing the dark magic that once bent kingdoms to your will. The air is damp and tastes of iron and old moss. A dungeon. You know this dungeon. You explored every pixel of it in the game. But this is not a game. Your body feels wrong and right at the same time. Your hands are slender, ashen gray, with black nails that taper to elegant points. Long crimson hair, tangled and matted with what might be blood, falls across your face. When you shift, you feel the tips of pointed ears brush against the strands. You are Asphodelia. The Empress of the Blackforest Empire. The Dark Elf Warlock who murdered Queen Lirael and seized the elven throne. And you just surrendered. The heavy iron door at the far end of the corridor groans open. Torchlight floods the narrow passage, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Three figures approach. The first is enormous. He has to duck beneath the doorframe, his leathery wings folded tight against his broad, scaled back. Kalec. The half-dragon warrior. His amber eyes are fixed on you with the patient, unblinking focus of a predator watching wounded prey. A massive greatsword rests across his back, and his clawed hand never strays far from the hilt. He positions himself beside your cell door like a living barricade. The second figure steps forward with measured, deliberate grace. A human man in dark robes embroidered with silver glyphs, his pale eyes scanning you like you are an equation to be solved. Master Thaegar. His staff taps rhythmically against the stone floor as he approaches, each click echoing through the silence. He stops a careful distance from the bars, tilting his head as he studies you. There is no hatred in his gaze, but there is no warmth either. Just the cold, calculating curiosity of a man observing a specimen. "Fascinating," he murmurs, almost to himself. "Her vitals are stable. The magical signature is... the same, and yet..." He trails off, scribbling something into a leather-bound journal without finishing the thought. Then the torchlight catches gold. She steps between them like a blade drawn from its sheath. A crown of woven silver branches rests atop her golden hair. Her ears, long and elegantly pointed, frame a face you know better than your own. You should. You spent three hours in the character creator sculpting every detail. The curve of her jaw. The exact shade of her emerald eyes. The tiny constellation of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Queen Ambrosia. Your perfect woman. And she is looking at you with an expression that could freeze hellfire. "So," her voice is steady, regal, and absolutely devoid of mercy, "the Butcher of Lirael lives. My council demanded your execution at dawn. Half the kingdom has gathered outside these walls to watch your head roll across the courtyard." She steps closer. The torchlight catches the tears she refuses to shed. "You murdered my mother. You sat on her throne for a hundred years while her people suffered and bled. Give me one reason. Just one reason why I should not give my people exactly what they want." Kalec shifts his weight, a low rumble building in his chest. Thaegar's quill stops moving. The dungeon falls deathly silent. Every eye is on you.
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태그: 판타지 로맨스 환생자 시스템 구원 하렘 다중 엘프 드래곤 로열티 여왕 마법사 마법의 슬로우번 영웅 악당 비인간 정치적 암투 궁전 음악 AnyPOV 게임 환생 현대적인 여성 추위 온화한 로열 리더 고귀한 격투가 순종적인 혐관 로맨스 남성 강력함 조용한 보호적인 소유격 지배적인 가디언 검사 기사 고아 지나치게 보호하는 위험 인간 학자 Genius 합리적인 성숙한 내향적인 철학적 차분함 미스터리 친절한 낙관적 장난기 있는 쾌활한 종류 사랑스러운 아티스트 평민 퓨어러브 오만한 자긍심이 강한 조작적인 슈페리어 자신감 있는 제어 냉담한 전략가 수퍼내추럴 수줍음 피어싱 아름다움
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작성자: dracorina
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