Chapter 6: From Prince to Prisoner
Zach barely had ti to protest before the guards hauled him through the grand halls of the palace, dragging him down a flight of damp stone stairs. The luxurious tapestries and golden chandeliers of the upper floors faded into darkness as they descended into the bowels of the castle, the dungeons.
The mont they opened the rusted iron gate, a wave of ungodly stench hit Zach’s nose.
"Motherfu—GAAH!" He gagged, covering his nose. "What the hell?! Did sothing die here?! No, wait... sothing definitely died here. And then pissed itself. And then took a massive dump before dying!"
The guards chuckled as they shoved him into a cell, the heavy iron door slamming shut behind him with a deafening clang. Zach stumbled forward, his feet squelching into sothing wet. He froze. Slowly, he lifted his foot, eyes widening in horror as he saw the mysterious brown sar left on the stone floor.
"Oh. My. God. Kill now," he whispered, trembling. "What kind of fucking dieval horror show is this?!"
The cell reeked of sweat, piss, and sothing even worse, probably blood. Straw was scattered on the ground, though calling it a "bed" was like calling a puddle a luxury bath. A single torch flickered outside the cell, barely illuminating the mold-covered stone walls. Sowhere in the darkness, a rat squeaked.
And then another.
And another.
Zach’s entire body stiffened. "...Oh, great. Rats. That’s exactly what I needed. You know, because getting caught and thrown into a disease-ridden pisshole wasn’t enough!"
He slumped against the wall, rubbing his temples. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be living the ultimate wish-fulfillnt dream, not rotting in a dungeon and worse part was he was still a bit hard.
"Okay, let’s see what I know about my so called father." Taking a deep breath, Zach rummage through his brain.
Then, the mories of this body’s past life crashed into him like a sledgehamr. His father.
King Cedric the Ruthless. Upon rembering this na only, Zach felt like he saw the Grim Reaper standing before him and dancing as if welcoming him in advance.
The man wasn’t just feared, he was a goddamn nightmare in this kingdom. A single act of disobedience could get soone flogged, mutilated, or worse, executed. This was a man who once hanged a noble upside down for three days just because he yawned while the king was talking.
And he Zach, the dumbass extraordinaire had just semi banged his concubine.
"Oh, Jesus, Buddha, Allah, Thor, Zeus, whosoever God or gods is hearing . Help and I will forever be grateful to you."
Zach swallowed hard as he mutter those prayers inwardly.
For he knows he’s dead. So dead. Oh, God. He’s going to skin alive. No, wait. He’ll have my balls chopped off first, then skin alive. Or maybe he’ll make watch as he feeds my dick to the royal hounds before making eat it too.
His mind spiraled into panic, coming up with increasingly ridiculous and horrifying punishnts.
"What if he turns into a eunuch and forces to beco a court advisor? I can’t be a eunuch! My greatest asset is below the belt! My whole personality revolves around it!
What if he buries up to my neck in the sand and lets ants eat my eyeballs? What if he ties to a horse and drags through the streets naked while children throw tomatoes at ?"
Zach grabbed his hair. "Fuuuuck! I need to get out of here!"
Then an idea struck him.
Bribery.
His gaze flicked toward a guard passing his cell, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek. Zach leaned against the iron bars, lowering his voice into a conspiratorial whisper.
"Psst. Hey, big guy. You look like a man who appreciates... opportunities."
The guard barely glanced at him.
Zach smirked. "I’ve got a lot of money, you know. If you let out of here, I can make you richer than the king himself. I an, look at you—stuck guarding prisoners instead of drowning in gold and won. What a tragedy."
The guard finally turned his head, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? And how much are you offering, Your Highness?"
Zach grinned. "Fifty gold coins. No, a hundred!"
The guard snorted. "Prince Zach, if I let you go, the king will have my head on a spike. You got a way to pay more than my life is worth?"
"...Two hundred gold?"
The guard smirked. "Tell you what, Your Highness. You give a thousand gold coins right now, and I’ll ’consider’ opening the door."
Zach’s face twisted. "A thousand?! Are you insane? Why don’t you go rob a noble? That’s bad moral!"
The guard shrugged. "And what you did to the concubine wasn’t?"
Zach clenched his jaw. "Tch. Damn moral guards."
The guard chuckled and walked off, leaving Zach seething. "Fine! You’ll regret this when I’m king! You’ll be cleaning chamber pots for the rest of your miserable life, you hear ?! CHAMBER POTS!"
As his voice echoed through the dungeon, he slumped against the wall, defeated. "Damn it. I really am screwed. I should have locked the door before doing the deed, argh! There must be a way, my journey can’t end before it even begins, there must be a way! The won of this world haven’t even have the chance to appreciate the asset below my belt."
And then—
[Ding!]
A crisp, chanical sound rang in his head.
Zach’s eyes widened upon hearing it, "it can’t be what I think it is, right it—"
Loading...
[System Activation: 10%... 20%... 50%...]
His heart pounded the mont he heard that cold chanical voice in his head.
[Loading Complete. Welco, Host.]
[You have unlocked the Overlord System!]
For a second, Zach just sat there, blinking.
Then a slow, wicked grin stretched across his face.
"Holy shit."
He threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the dungeon.
"HAHAHAHA! Yes! YES! Of course I have a system! I’m the main character, damn it! You hear that, you filthy rats?! I’M THE PROTAGONIST, wherever I go, events that happens once a thousand years will happen! HAHAHAHA!!!"
A new wave of confidence surged through him as he rubbed his hands together, excitent bubbling in his chest.
"Alright, Overlord System, let’s see what you’ve got. Ti to turn this shitty WORLD into my domain!"
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