Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Weakest Hero With The Strongest Regret

Elders were right about one thing.

A beckoning hole eats kingdoms for breakfast. Legacies for lunch. And futures for dinner.

I gave it my entire lineage.

Yup. I was disowned. All because of what I did back in the royal palace of the north.

Let me explain how I got fucked. And not in the good way.

That royal bitch. I mean princess. She orchestrated this whole damn thing from the start. Lured me in with her little bunny sacrifice. Got me into my greatest state. Or worst state depending on perspective.

And right when I was balls deep in demihuman ass, she walked in with her parents.

A family meetup. In her palace. While I was mid-thrust.

Seeing their future son-in-law in such… passionate action, they were so impressed that they threw me out immediately.

I bet the king was jealous. My moves. My stamina. My bed strength. He saw me as a threat to his masculine pride.

Same goes for the queen. She was probably jealous too. And wet. Jealous of how satisfying her daughter’s future looked. All that pounding. All that squirting. Gone in an instant because daddy got insecure.

So in the end, I was tossed out of the palace like garbage.

The next day was spent figuring things out. My super weak powers that came with this body. The broken memories that kept flooding in blurry waves.

Then a woman appeared.

I was enjoying my alone time in some inn. Had money in my pocket. Fancy accessories on my person. Life wasn’t terrible.

She materialized out of nowhere. Walked right up to me.

SLAP.

A tight one across my face. Followed by curses. Scolding. A whole speech about how I brought shame upon the family.

Well. The family I used to belong to.

Because she then announced my official disownment.

She was my mother. The Duchess of the North.

Days passed after that.

It was now the third day since that bitch princess executed her little scheme to annul our engagement.

And I finally connected some dots.

She was the one. The “Young Lady” that rabbitkin Nimra kept referring to. The one who sent her to my bed. The one I had been calling a goddess in my head.

Not only did she trick me into that trap, but she also slipped me an aphrodisiac.

I found out after the truth of the original story became clear.

Because this was always meant to happen.

Deculein was destined to walk this exact path. Fall into the same trap. Suffer the same result.

How do I know?

Because when it happened, my system gave me a message.

[Synchronization Event Detected]

[Host has walked through DECULEIN’s predetermined path]

[Current Synchronization: 5%]

[Path Followed: Fell into fiancée’s scheme → Consumed aphrodisiac drink → Lost control of desires → Caught mid-intercourse by royalty]

[Warning: Synchronization with DECULEIN gradually restores his memories, personality, and soul dominance. At 100% synchronization, host’s soul will be completely erased. DECULEIN regains full control. World destruction path resumes.]

[Survival Method: Avoid walking DECULEIN’s destined path]

When I read that notification, things became clearer.

Simple enough, right? Just avoid whatever Deculein would have done.

Except for one tiny problem.

I don’t know what he would have done. This trial was bugged. It assumed I knew the future of someone I’d never heard of before possessing his body.

Great design. Really well thought out.

I sighed and thought about Diana’s brother. Dylan.

He must have gone through the exact same path. Diana had warned me about getting disowned, and look what happened anyway.

That Dylan bastard’s lust would have been at its peak. In our original world, the curse suppressed desires.

Here? No curse because this world was different as Diana said, we didn’t even have connection with summon or even my system.

But for Dylan all those stacked up urges released at once. Add the aphrodisiac that princess sneaked into his system. Then that bunny girl doing her job perfectly guiding him to a new whole world which he didn’t know exists.

Recipe for disaster.

Diana shouldn’t mourn for him too much. The man died after tasting absolute heaven.

But one thing still confused me.

Why didn’t I feel the aphrodisiac’s effects?

Did my own gooner powers overpower it? Years of training my resistance against the horny? Was I mentally so strong that the drug just surrendered in defeat?

I looked up at the sky with pride swelling in my chest.

Probably all of the above.

Currently, I was sitting in a forest. Resting after taking down some beasts.

In my hand was a weapon. Same structure as my beloved axe back in the real world. I had it custom made by a blacksmith using some powerful metal I’d never heard of before.

Cost me almost everything I had.

But I had no choice.

See, I wasn’t called the “Weakest Hero” for nothing. My class in this world was Support.

All I could do was cast buff magic. Strengthen my comrades. Then die protecting them while providing aid.

A glorified cheerleader with a death wish.

But I refused that role. I chose to become stronger than that pathetic destiny allowed.

That’s why I was here. Using Deculein’s fragmented memories combined with my own experience to face future threats. Without relying on anyone else.

Diana had warned me beforehand. And I still messed up spectacularly.

But looking back? I didn’t regret a single thing.

The only regret I carried was not having a proper climax with that bunny girl. We got interrupted right at the finish line.

If I could travel back in time, I would still fuck her. Even knowing exactly what would follow. Because honestly? I didn’t see any real loss.

So I got disowned. So what?

No roof over my head. No family name. No political backing.

But life was actually good. No pretending to be someone I wasn’t. No noble responsibilities. Just me, alone, training to get stronger.

I had skipped three days of academy classes. Refused to show up as the “weak” hero everyone expected.

Not just students thought I was pathetic. People around the entire globe shared that opinion.

There were rumors that the Oracle had made a mistake adding me to the squad of heroes.

Ah yes. The Oracle.

Some prophet had a vision of this world’s doom. And according to that vision, only four heroes could prevent the apocalypse.

Me. The weakest of the bunch. Deculein fal Orenis.

The royal princess of the north. My ex-fiancée. The bitch who orchestrated my downfall.

The imperial princess, the real deal whose parents ruled this world and all its kingdoms.

And lastly, some unknown hero who hadn’t been properly identified yet. But apparently this fourth one would be the strongest. The one who would actually lead everyone to victory.

Because of this prophecy, the king of the north had wanted me to marry his daughter. Political influence over a hero. Smart move.

And because of this prophecy, I was still alive. Not executed despite fucking a demihuman in the royal palace and getting caught by the royal family themselves.

You can’t kill a hero when the world needs saving. Bad optics.

Everything was going fine. Manageable. Survivable.

Except for one part that pissed me off more than anything else.

My real system wasn’t working here.

I couldn’t access it. Couldn’t open the shop. Couldn’t check my stats. Couldn’t do anything.

And the worst part?

For that wicked session back in the royal palace. Fucking that demihuman bunny girl. Getting caught by royalty mid-thrust.

I got zero Gooner Points.

ZERO.

All that effort. All that squirting. All those thrusts while maintaining eye contact with my fiancée.

Nothing.

I was deep in bitter thoughts when a notification suddenly appeared.

[Floor 80 Quest Activated]

[Primary Objective: Save the world from calamity]

[Time Remaining: 3 Years]

[Current Goal: Find the 4th Hero and Kill the Villainess Aria]

[Time Remaining: 2 Weeks]

Kill the villainess.

My mind immediately went to one person.

Diana.

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