--- CHAPTER 1: Reborn Royal: System Glitch and Grit ---
What the actual fuck? One minute I'm on Earth, pushing the limits of human endurance in a solo raid against my own sanity—forty-seven rounds deep into a Sylvanas Windrunner highlight reel, arm burning like I'd arm-wrestled a raid boss—and the next? Boom. Heart gives out, faceplants into the keyboard. But instead of waking up in some afterlife void, I've been living this life as Arthas Menethil for nineteen years, and only now, at this goddamn banquet, do my Earth memories slam back into my skull like a plot twist from a bad isekai novel. Reincarnation? More like delayed DLC. All those years as a dutiful prince, training with swords and the Holy Light, blissfully ignorant of my past life's pathetic end. Now? It's all flooding in—merging with my current memories, twisting me in ways I can't even wrap my head around. *Why now? And why does everything suddenly feel... hornier? Like, mysteriously perverted. Calm down, brain—focus on not becoming the villain.*
Here I am, slumped on a plush sofa in Lordaeron's grand banquet hall, surrounded by nobles preening like peacocks while the world outside teeters on apocalypse. The air's thick with roasted meats, spiced wines, and the oblivious laughter of idiots ignoring the green-skinned doom marching north. According to the court chronicles, it's the fourth year since the Dark Portal ripped open, spewing orcs like uninvited party crashers. They didn't just invade Stormwind—they erased it, turning a kingdom into a smoldering graveyard. Now, with nearly a million tusked brutes eyeing the northern realms, these fools are hosting a feast? *Priorities, people. If this were Earth, we'd be in bunkers, not ballrooms. But with these new-old memories, every glance at a curvaceous noblewoman is hitting different—lustful urges bubbling up like some mysterious curse. What the hell is happening to me?*
*Hold up,* I think, my Earth memories clashing with my Azeroth life like a bad crossover fanfic. *In WoW lore I grinded on Earth, the Second War kicks off when Arthas is ten—a snot-nosed kid swinging wooden swords. But I'm nineteen? Timeline's jacked. Alternate universe? Dev laziness? Either way, these orcs aren't cosplay rejects; they're twice as strong as humans, needing three trained soldiers to take one down. And our army? Soft as overripe fruit after centuries of peace. Parade drills over battlefield grit. Shitty timing for a survival war. And now, with these memories unlocked, my thoughts are veering into pervert territory—eyeing the maids like they're loot drops. Mysterious change? Understatement.*
Yet here we are, clinking goblets while orcs sharpen axes. *These nobles are either too kind-hearted to see the threat or just profoundly arrogant dumbasses. Probably both. And me? Suddenly feeling this lustful pull, like Earth's repressed virgin vibes are amplifying my princely hormones into something wicked.* In my eyes—Arthas's eyes, now fused with my Earth self—they're termites in silk, gnawing at the kingdom's foundations. Even my "father," King Terenas, is just the biggest termite with a crown, ruling via favors and politics, not raw power.
On the outside, I look the part: poised nineteen-year-old prince in embroidered finery, cool as a Northrend breeze. Inside? *My head's spinning like I chugged a chaos potion. What the fuck is happening? Earth memories crashing in, merging with my life here—changing me. Self-aware sarcasm dialing up, and this mysterious pervert streak? Like, every woman's curve is suddenly screaming 'conquest.'* Reborn into Warcraft? The game I grinded endlessly on Earth? Swords, dragons, elves in skimpy armor—it's all real now. And me, with nineteen years of Azeroth memories now overlaid with Earth's pathetic grind? *Universe said, 'You thought your Earth life was bad? Here's epic fantasy mode, with a side of mysterious lust upgrade, noob.'*
*That night on Earth... ugh, eternal cringe reel.* Me, thirty-year-old virgin, aiming for a world record in "personal cardio" to Sylvanas's undead strut. Red eyes, lethal grace, body that launched a thousand raids. By twenty, arm's on fire; thirty-five, seeing stars; forty-seven? Cardiac arrest. *Died sticky and pathetic. If there's a loser hall of fame, I'm enshrined in Comic Sans. But now, with these memories back, it's like that repression is exploding—making me eye every female form with a perverted hunger. Mysterious, alright.*
No ER wake-up back then. Instead, I've been Arthas all along, but only now do I remember the before. Royal upbringing, nursemaids fussing over my "complexion." *From screens and snacks to castles and conquests. At least the perks are... intriguing. Maids with lingering touches, meals on silver platters. Better than instant noodles, but the pressure? Crushing. And this change—lustful thoughts creeping in like a debuff.*
At nineteen, my day's a puppet show: sparring with Muradin the dwarf (bruises galore), Holy Light lessons till my throat's raw, etiquette drills on fork usage. *My Azeroth self ate it up. Earth me? Fuck royalty—give me respawns any day. But merged? This pervert vibe is new—eyeing the pretty instructors with unholy ideas.*
But hey, perks: bath massages from young maids, their hands dancing on the edge of propriety. *Soft fingers, lavender oils... if only I could level charm without a scandal. Now, with memories unlocked, those touches feel electric—lustful fantasies flooding in mysteriously.*
Material life's an upgrade, but fate? Grim. Nobles scheming to undermine me, Lich King plotting my undeath (eternal blue balls? Hell no), ladies eyeing me for ambition. *Nineteen in a ten-year-old's war timeline, libido on lockdown, fate a cosmic screw-job. But this mysterious change? Turning ambition into perverted conquest dreams.*
Frustration peaks, and—ding!—a chime in my skull.
**System UI: The system has been corrected and is starting to reactivate.**
*Finally! As a reincarnator with delayed memories, no system's embarrassing. Cheat code or bust. Maybe it'll explain this lustful shift?*
**System UI: Activation completed. Scanning host information. Generating templates. Ding! Application successful.**
**System UI: Initial task released: Liberated Scion.**
A quest window pops in my mind's eye.
**[Task: Liberated Scion] Strive for freedom. Join the orc war, command a team, make contributions.**
**[Reward: Language Proficiency]**
*Spot on. I'm a prize pig for slaughter. This is my escape hatch. And with these merged memories, freedom means more—perverted adventures?* "Language Proficiency?" Underwhelming, but useful—Orcish for interrogations? Key's a key.
Mental nudge opens my panel.
> Name: Arthas
> Race: Human
> Age: 19
> Identity: Crown Prince of Lordaeron (mobilize <500 troops)
> Class: Warrior/Paladin
> Spouse: None
> Reputation: 100
"Reputation: Popularity metric. Farm it like XP," I muse.
Paladin over Warrior: Holy aura fools folks, boosts status. *Hero card wins hearts. And with this mysterious pervert side, maybe charm bonuses?*
Specializations: Output, Defense, Healing. I pick Guardian—tank build. *Azeroth me was dutiful; Earth me knows canon doom. Merged? Unkillable wall, with lustful detours. Don't wanna die twice; embarrassing.*
**System UI: Confirm Guardian? Cannot change.**
*Tricky, no respecs. But Azeroth's real—touchable beauties, not pixels. This change... making me crave them more mysteriously.*
Women energize me. Not world peace bullshit—a sucker's errand. Conquer for harem glory. Elves with lithe grace, draenei curves, even female orcs: fit, fierce, thigh-crushers. *Collect 'em all! Pokemon style. Alpha male vibes—kidney deficiency? Pfft. Earth memories amping the pervert factor—mysterious, but I'll roll with it.*
"Confirmed!"
Holy light erupts, flooding the hall like a supernova. Guests gape as I glow, landing with ethereal flair.
Across the room: Jaina Proudmoore, eighteen, golden-haired mage-in-training, stunning in robes. *Filial daughter who sells out Dad in lore. Perfect match for original Arthas—dysfunctional duo. But damn, she's hot. With this mysterious lust shift, I wanna... System, hurry—I don't wanna die a virgin twice!*
--- END OF CHAPTER 1 ---