⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙I failed to prevent the empire's downfall. Search for a new method.
Failed again.
No matter how many times I regressed, the outcome was always the same.
"Just how much better do I have to do here...?"
The infamous dark fantasy game, Lost Emperor.
A brutal world where no matter what I did, destruction was inevitable.
In this place, I was possessed as the wastrel son of a corrupt count's family.
Under the name Derek Minster.
True to noble fashion, the money was certainly plentiful.
But wealth and glory can only be enjoyed if there's a nation left to claim them in.
I'd never even held a kitchen knife before, but I threw myself into swordsmanship to prepare for the end.
Driven by the sheer obsession to survive somehow and blow through that cash.
Thanks to that, in my first run, I somehow scraped together enough to become a Swordmaster.
But then a woman claiming to be a saint appeared and incited the populace.
The empire, swept up in the citizens' revolution, was too much for me to handle alone.
I barely managed to execute her with my own hands, but in the end, the empire fell to the hands of the masses.
Second run.
I studied politics like a madman and rose to the position of Imperial Prime Minister.
With public sentiment stabilized, we safely averted the revolution, but this time civil war broke out among the nobles.
Caught in the crossfire between two Grand Elders who rivaled even the emperor, the empire split right down the middle.
"This won't do. Let's just kill them all."
In the end, my final choice was to become an assassin.
Because if I just wiped out the root causes of all the disasters, everything would be solved.
But...
This damned game mocked my efforts by unleashing an eternal night.
A woman from the east appeared, cursing the world and dyeing the entire continent pitch black.
"This trash game for real...!!"
And just like that, I found myself back as the wastrel second son once more.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙I failed to prevent the empire's downfall. Search for a new method.
"Hey, let's be honest for once. Does a way to prevent the downfall even exist?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙Search for a new method. Remaining chances: 1.
If it keeps spouting that nonsense, there must be an answer out there somewhere.
But based on dying countless times so far, it's absolutely impossible with ordinary methods.
Beings I could never reach, no matter how much I grew.
The only way is to reform them before they turn into disasters.
The mad saint who incited the masses.
The Grand Elder who sparked the civil war.
And finally, the woman from the east with her transcendent power.
After scouring every possible lead to death for places where I could meet them in advance,
I discovered records that all three were imprisoned at the same time in one "exile site."
Berryhill Prison.
Not only those three, but a bunch of the empire's lunatics were locked up there.
My decades of experience living in this game's world tells me this much.
Only some perverted dev team would shove them all into one spot...
Which means there's definitely a clue here to solving the problems.
After three failures, this last remaining chance.
I have none of my Knight Commander sword skills, Prime Minister connections, or assassin sleight of hand.
Even so, I boldly chose the path to prison.
Because with all the experience and knowledge I've piled up dying over and over, I'll rehabilitate these damned disasters.
"How much was the warden position paying again?"