From Pawn to King: Ruling a Harem of Chaos

Chapter 1: Just Transmigrated, Determined to Make the Arrogant Mary Sue Pay

At this moment.

Shia only felt his consciousness was somewhat fuzzy, as if submerged in the deep sea, his fatigued body unable to move.

What happened? Why am I so weak?

And just at that moment—

"Trash! The young lady is speaking to you, and you're still not listening properly?"

"Still lazing around in bed!"

Accompanied by a sharp voice, Shia's body began to regain some sensation.

It felt like someone was stepping on him?

That vile and childish tone of voice also felt oddly familiar.

In just a fleeting moment,

The overwhelming pressure receded like a tide, and Shia was finally able to open his eyes.

But the scene before him...

Was completely unfamiliar!

Where am I? How did I transmigrate here?

The first thing to catch his eye was a graceful figure.

From Shia's perspective, her lofty posture made it impossible to clearly see her face, as it was blocked by her ample bosom.

All he could see was a slight and disdainful sway.

What humiliation!

What kind of man could tolerate being stepped on by someone!

Even if it was a long, slender leg wrapped in white thigh-high stockings, topped with a pair of red-soled black heels—so what?

"Tch!"

"What kind of look is that?"

As if she had sensed something filthy, the owner of the white stockings disdainfully moved her foot away.

"So fond of playing the victim, huh?"

Regaining control of his body, Shia slowly sat up.

"A perverted young lady breaking into private property—have you no shame?"

At this moment, he finally got a clear look at the face of his tormentor.

Standing before him was a tall white-haired maid.

Her snow-white hair made her already cool and aloof demeanor even sharper, enough to make anyone hesitate to approach.

Her model-like height further amplified this oppressive aura.

But her attire was completely out of place.

A snug black corset over a white lace shirt only highlighted the impressive size of her chest.

Her black skirt barely covered the base of her legs, accentuating the fullness of her slender, fair thighs.

The white stockings traced her curves, the subtle indents stirring a flutter in one's heart.

An absolute vision of seductive purity.

Yet her incomparably beautiful face was adorned with an expression of utter disdain, as though she were gazing at garbage.

The contempt and disgust in her eyes were infuriating to behold.

Especially given her rude method of waking him—what kind of ill-mannered maid was this? Who raised her?

No!

The real question is, why is there such a foul-mouthed maid in my room?

And why does her appearance and demeanor feel so familiar to me…

At the same time—

"Now that you're awake, don't waste any more time. The young lady has something to discuss with you!"

The white-haired maid continued, the contempt in her eyes deepening.

Then, a stone appeared in her hand.

Under Shia's puzzled gaze, the stone began to emit a soft glow. Moments later, a figure emerged from the stone and materialized before Shia.

Seeing this, Shia's pupils contracted.

A memory crystal?

The most fitting term surfaced in his mind.

Everything happening now confirmed that he had indeed arrived in another world.

On the other end,

The image of a figure clad in a floor-length crimson gown appeared, radiating an aura of luxury and elegance.

Her golden hair flowed like a waterfall, as dazzling as sunlight.

As she turned slowly, the first thing that caught one's eye were her slender, graceful legs.

Though not as full as the white-haired maid's, they were perfectly proportioned.

In terms of shape and symmetry, they could only be described as golden ratios, flawless in every detail.

Unblemished, elegant, and natural.

What stood out most was the thin layer of black stockings covering them, shimmering with a deep allure under the soft light.

A pair of gold-strapped high-heeled sandals further added an air of nobility to her appearance.

The simplest way to put it: these legs could captivate for years.

If Shia had seen this in the past, he might have casually labeled her a top-tier goddess and saved the image for later.

But now?

Seeing it this close, it genuinely made his heart race.

Especially as the chair she was sitting on swiveled, causing her stocking-clad legs to sway slightly, tracing mesmerizing arcs in the air.

"Shia, I'm truly worried about you."

The gentle, slightly worried voice drew Shia's attention back.

His gaze landed on the memory crystal's projection of the figure's face.

His eyes widened in recognition.

She looked… very familiar.

Lilith's gaze seemed to transcend time and space, as though it were fixed on Shia's face.

"Your talent has always been average, and the Seven Shields Academy's entrance exam is incredibly strict.

If you fail to enroll successfully, you will no longer be able to stay by my side."

"Just thinking about that outcome makes me... really, really sad."

The sorrowful tone, coupled with her mournful expression, tugged at Shia's heart.

To think such a beautiful girl turned out to be a manipulative green tea personality—who can understand my pain?

It was obvious.

As someone bombarded by internet culture in this modern age, Shia was acutely aware of anti-PUA strategies and the art of tea manipulation.

It was at this moment.

He finally confirmed where he was!

It seemed he had transmigrated into the world of a certain *eroge* he had once played?

Speaking of that game, Shia felt his blood pressure spike just thinking about it.

The game developers had completely duped players into becoming emotional cannon fodder.

Before its release, it was advertised as having exquisitely designed female characters.

Both the heroine and the female antagonist were said to boast an extensive library of CG animations.

And yet—

Shia had initially believed it to be a masterpiece of pure love.

You played as the male protagonist, starting with a childhood friend you could nurture over time.

Every supporting character, from saints and empresses to princesses, elves, dragon ladies, vampires, and angels, was a female. Truly, a feast of tropes and fetishes.

Who wouldn't feel a sense of duty to dive into such a lineup?

Who could outdo this?

However...

The real protagonist of the game turned out to be none other than the childhood friend.

Lilith, the self-proclaimed Mary Sue!

Who would have thought that a girl could one-up me like this?

As for Shia, the supposed "main character"? His role was essentially to work for her, help her flirt with other girls, and unlock her CGs.

This was no harem game; it was a yuri-centric drama in disguise.

As Lilith's childhood friend and boyfriend, all he could do was run errands, handle housework, and repeatedly watch as she engaged in sapphic relationships with other women.

A true perspective of suffering! You'd work like a horse and live like a dog.

Every possible debuff stacked.

Who could withstand such an emotional rollercoaster?

The game developers' twisted sense of humor made Shia shiver in disgust.

What made it worse—

The character of Mary Sue was designed to be insufferable.

"Annoying" wasn't strong enough to describe her—she practically drained you dry.

While loudly proclaiming her independence and capability as the "strong female protagonist who doesn't need a man," she'd immediately order you to gather herbs, earn money, and craft weapons.

Then she'd use your hard-earned results to win over other heroines in the game.

Her gratitude toward you? Strictly verbal, at best.

An epitome of selfish perfection.

How could you not feel resentment and hatred with such immersion?

Shia had continued playing for a significant stretch of time purely out of spite.

He always hoped to unlock a scene where Mary Sue would be utterly defeated, crying and begging for forgiveness, filled with regret. Unfortunately, that never came.

Damn them all!

Even so, the game developers brazenly claimed the game had a "true harem ending" where male players' dreams would come true.

Driven by the promise of this so-called "true ending," Shia willingly let himself be deceived and kept playing, fully aware that the future plotlines were likely to be more of the same nonsense.

Having already purchased the game, what choice did he have?

After hours of gameplay, the first CG he unlocked turned out to be an image of him guarding a door for Mary Sue. Can you imagine how that felt?

Finally, after painstaking effort and unlocking every hidden ending—

Just as the conclusion was about to be revealed, a wave of dizziness overtook him.

And then he transmigrated.

At this point.

All the clues began to align.

The familiar dialogue, the Western fantasy attire that looked so recognizable—

The identities of the two before him became crystal clear.

Shia looked at the golden-haired young lady in the memory crystal, then at the white-haired, sharp-eyed maid holding the crystal with contempt in her eyes.

They were none other than the game's Mary Sue, Lilith, and her loyal maid, Tia!

And judging by the setting, it was already mid-story during the academy entrance arc.

In other words.

He had missed the best time for shaping Mary Sue's character.

At this point, he had likely been relegated entirely to the role of a tool.

The game had started on nightmare difficulty!

At this moment, Lilith was still actively outputting her PUA manipulation.

"Shia, as my fiancé, you've never disappointed me once since we were young.

Surely, you don't intend to disappoint me now, do you?"

"I hope you can pass the Seven Shields Academy entrance exam. Only then can you continue to stay by my side."

"I miss you so much. I hope you'll remain near me—you want to make me happy, don't you?"

A faint mist appeared in Lilith's eyes, her melodious voice tinged with what sounded like a hopeful sob.

She seemed genuinely concerned for her fiancé, her words brimming with heartfelt emotion.

In reality?

Shia knew it was all an act.

There was no real emotion—just skillful performance!

The dialogue wasn't even carefully crafted; it was casual, perfunctory manipulation.

Lilith didn't even bother showing up in person; she PUA'd him through the memory crystal instead.

She couldn't be bothered to fake sincerity in person.

After all.

Lilith's life was an endless power fantasy. She was the ultimate Mary Sue.

Adored by those who would die for her;

Effortlessly capturing the hearts of countless beauties—from loli angels to mature queens.

Her life was the epitome of perfection, the definitive Mary Sue archetype.

If the protagonist role had been hers, the 'eroge' wouldn't have left Shia feeling so bitter.

But Shia's character was her childhood companion.

A tool driven to death by PUA tactics.

From a third-person perspective, you couldn't find a more tragic view!

Isn't that enough immersion for you?