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After finishing the slaughter, the men shook off the blood from their weapons and dispersed to begin packing their belongings.

The maids were also trying to clean up my tent, so I came back in to see if there were more things to take out.

…There’s nothing particularly special about it.

I looked around the tent and tried to cool my head.

Even when I closed my eyes, the scene I had just seen was stuck in my mind and wouldn’t let go.

It’s not really the first time I’ve seen someone die. Because he was a soldier.

It was only the first time I saw dozens of civilians being cut down and killed right in front of my eyes.

Let’s not think about it.

Because it was something that could not be helped.

If you want to live here without getting caught, you’ll have to get used to it.

I ignored the screaming that kept coming to my mind and forced myself to redirect my thoughts.

So, where am I? Is it true that I was possessed in a novel or game?

Oh, first of all, if you look at this tank top-like top that emphasizes femininity in a way that doesn’t fit the times, it’s probably a possession thing.

First of all, did you say that the big man’s name was Jahan? Jahan Baekhojang.

Baekhojang probably means a general with 100 subordinates.

Jahan, Jahan… It seems like a name I’ve heard before somewhere.

I felt a sense of déjà vu stuck in my throat, but no matter how much I thought about it, it didn’t come to mind.

If there’s just one more clue, I think I’ll remember it. I scratched my head in frustration.

“Princess Aishangior. Is there something you are looking for?”

“Hmm? Alas, it’s nothing. I’ll go out and take a look, so get it sorted.

Perhaps because I had not come out for a long time after entering the tent that was supposed to be dismantled, one of the attendants came in with his back bent.

Aishangior? Is that my last name? Aishangior Hashal?

ah,

I remembered.

Jahan. Aishangior. Hashal…Hershelah.

I finally realized where I was and whose body this was.

Daejeonsa Jahan.

Madness Hershela.

-These were boss mobs from the game I played.

—-

‘War of Remnant (WOR)’

It was a strategy RPG training game for adults that was quite popular at one time, and I also remember playing it for about 200 hours.

A classic game with an obvious story in which the main character, who entered the hero training institution ‘Remnant Academy’, grows into a hero through numerous trainings and battles, and ultimately saves the world.

Unlike the obvious story, the gameplay itself was quite faithful.

The main character’s combat style varies depending on the direction the player chooses.

Sub-characters who can become enemies or allies depending on your choices.

A scene of defeat and humiliation that seems to have been created by an illustrator.

There is even a limit of game over if a certain number of companions die or if the game is not cleared within 70 turns.

Anyway, personally, it was a fun game.

I would have felt better if I had been possessed as the main character or a fellow character.

“Haaaa…”

I sat down on a suitable box and looked blankly at the tent that was being put up.

How many sighs has this been already? I really feel like chain smoking.

WOR’s main story is divided into five chapters, and each chapter has a midboss and main boss.

Ishangior Hashall, this character called Ishangior Hersella in the game, was the main boss of Chapter 3.

The great warrior Jahan played the role of a mid-boss.

Madness Hershela.

The female monarch of the barbarian Ka`har, who took the Eastern horse peoples as their motif.

The Empress who unified Ka’har through force, invaded the empire, and reduced everything to ashes.

In the game, he is the main culprit in destroying numerous cities and rapidly increasing the game’s difficulty.

Her real name was probably Hashal, and she was probably spelled in the imperial style and called Hershela.

Thanks to his fierce impression and wild yet attractive appearance, he was quite popular among players.

Unlike other Ka`har people, some thought that they might be of mixed race because of their bright skin and blue eyes.

Because of the setting that her mother died when she was young and the extremely difficult boss fight, she was usually called the loveless Hersella.

The problem is that this character has no future.

If she is defeated and captured by the protagonist, she becomes a prisoner of the Empire and is tied naked in the square and humiliated until she dies.

Even if she wasn’t captured, she lost her limbs and became their plaything due to the betrayal of her subordinates who distrusted her power.

Even in the bad ending where the protagonist is defeated, her situation does not change.

When the protagonist is defeated, she lays waste to numerous countries and reigns as empress for a while.

This is a problem because she is soon defeated by the final boss and destroyed, and she also becomes a childbirth slave to monsters.

To be honest, those rape scenes are really disgusting, but that’s only when you’re in the position of appreciating them.

If you become a party to it, it is just a tragedy.

Now I am planning to become a party.

Fuck the world.

It was no time to worry about dead civilians.

Not in the Marines, but it’s better to die than to be born a man and become a childbirth slave.

The original development must be avoided at all costs.

It’s like voluntarily walking into a brothel.

…Actually, I don’t think I can fight like Hashall in the original, so I think I’ll deviate from the original plot even if I stay still.

If that’s the case, I can’t even imagine what these barbarian bastards, who will betray you just once they lose, will turn out.

The problem is that I know very little of Hashar’s backstory.

In-game, the background settings of the boss mobs were not explained in detail.

Even on the strategy site, there was only information in the item description and information inferred from brain information.

First of all, Daejeon Warrior Jahan is still just a white tiger general.

And considering that they called me princess, I can at least be certain that this was before the original story began.

…Then what do we do now?

Should we first try to adapt as best we can among these barbarians?

Will I be able to play Aishangior Hashall without being questioned?

It doesn’t seem easy. I guess I’ll have to give it a try anyway.

I forced myself to stop myself from becoming more and more pessimistic and stood up.

At that moment, Jahan came towards me with a sturdy horse.

Fortunately, the horse’s back was covered with a leather saddle, perhaps because it was a culture that used saddles.

“Hashall. It’s time to leave.”

“Okay, I guess we should leave. Got it.”

I don’t know where I’m going. I can’t ask this.

At least I have a saddle so I can ride a horse… right?

I grabbed the reins and jumped up with my feet on the saddle.

Even though I lightly stamped my feet, my body soared up to the height of the horse’s back. It’s amazing.

Once I got on the horse, I had an instinctive feel for how to move.

I guess it’s true that the body unconsciously remembers things it has always done.

Everyone else seemed to be ready, too, and slowly gathered around me one by one.

All the men, presumed to be warriors, were fully armed and riding their horses, and the female servants were huddled together in the empty space of the cart where the disassembled tents were piled up.

At first glance, there seemed to be about two hundred warriors, and there were about thirty attendants.

Twenty warriors took their positions in front of me, and Chief Baekho Jahan and the gloomy man who had been talking to me earlier approached either side of me.

So is this man also a white tiger? There are two White Tiger Commanders, so there are two hundred warriors?

As I was trapped in the middle of the warriors, my back became stiff due to tension.

The hands holding the reins were damp with cold sweat.

At least I was lucky that I wasn’t in the lead.

If you start in the wrong direction, you might get misunderstood.

Still, I should probably give the departure order, right?

“I guess everyone is ready? Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

The warriors responded in unison and slowly began to move their horses, starting from the front.

Since it wasn’t that fast, it seemed like I could keep up without any problems.

I added strength to the hand holding the reins and lightly tapped the horse’s side.

The scarlet sunlight shining down was so dazzling that I squinted my right eye.

It’s northeast.

Where will I go from now on?

I hope it’s a better place than here.

I went forward, trying my best to ignore the traces of my sins spread out behind me.

I hope that at least the shadow cast will hide the pile of squirts.

okay. It’s something you’ll have to get used to anyway.

Because from now on, I will have to live with them.

That’s what I promised.

—-

I can’t live with these idiots!

These bastards are not people. Do you know how many people died in 9 days, just 9 days?

“It’s a village. Should I rest there today?”

“Yes! I’ll sort it out right away. All cavalry charge!”

A village disappeared in shrieks.

“Does the food not suit your taste?”

“…I have no appetite today.”

The servant in charge of cooking was torn alive.

“Hashalar? Didn’t you sleep?”

“I woke up because there was a commotion outside. What’s going on?”

The three warriors who were talking at night were beheaded.

Every time I say something, someone dies.

Are these guys crazy, or was the original Hashaler just as crazy and homicidal?

It seems like everything I say is interpreted as an order to slaughter everything.

Even if you don’t say anything, nothing will change.

Was this what a swarm of hungry locusts was like?

These guys run through the grasslands, butchering every passerby they encounter and plundering every village they see.

I couldn’t stop it.

I didn’t even participate in the battle at first, and I tried to stop them from plundering the village once.

Then, five guys tried to kill me during the night, saying I had become weak.

For some reason, I woke up and was shocked when I saw black men with swords raised.

Because it was an unexpected sneak attack, I almost died.

I survived because my body’s reflexes were better than expected.

The traitors were all cut to pieces by Jahan who rushed in, but Jahan also wondered why I couldn’t kill these guys right away.

When he asked me why I was avoiding him, I felt like my heart stopped.

From that day on, there was nothing I could do.

Instead, I encouraged the warriors who were plundering people, and I also had to participate in the fight.

The feeling of cutting someone to death was disgusting.

I just comfort myself by only dealing with enemies that attack me instead of running away.

Still, thanks to Hashall’s physical ability, there was no major problem in fighting with a sword he had never used in his life.

It may not have reached its prime yet, but it wasn’t at the level shown in the game.

A sword swung with one hand dents armor, and the person kicked flies away like a burst soccer ball.

The attacks of those who were not even warriors were slow enough to make you yawn, and you could instinctively sense weapons striking from unseen places.

I hope so. While ten warriors died, the number of people killed was close to three hundred.

The sight of the victorious warriors raping the village women was horrific.

Taking a lesson from the horrors of the first day of possession, he ordered that women and children be made slaves from then on.

So it wasn’t really killed.

I felt sorry every time I saw slaves being dragged around with their wrists tied to a carriage, but the life of being raped and sold into slavery every night was the limit of the mercy I could give them.

One time, I made eye contact with one of the captured women.

Clothes that are frayed, torn, and tattered. Hair covered in dust and matted. Wrist bleeding from being dragged by a rope

The wide eyes revealed through the tangled hair contained no emotions.

Even his resentment and venom had been crushed in violence, and he looked like he was alive but not alive.

I looked into those eyes for a long time as if I was fascinated, and then barely turned my head to look away.

Pretend nothing is wrong. I tried hard to hide my distorted expression.

Realized.

You shouldn’t get used to things like this.

I had to get away from them.

Do whatever it takes before I too become a monster.