The game created by Satan_666 was, at its core, a story about conquering heroines and expanding your harem as much as possible.
What made this game truly stand out from others was how incredibly difficult it was to win over the girls. Each character felt as if she had her own life, her own goals, her own emotions.
And instead of following a predictable route, this game offered unpredictable paths. You could type in your own words and receive different responses based on what you said. The deeper you ventured into the story, the harder it became, because you had to work tirelessly to keep your harem intact.
As a man of culture, I played this game in secret too.
And to be honest… I was one of the top players.
I had the largest harem, and I managed to keep it together without falling apart.
The thrill of conquering heroines became an addiction I couldn’t stop. I kept playing, until I became a professional — the kind of player who could win over heroines that no one else could even approach.
“So basically… what you’re trying to say is that I’ve been reborn inside the game… but why?”
I was truly curious. Why was I given a second chance at life? And why… me?
[Very well, Host. To begin with — this is the real world, not a game. There is no restart button and no rewind button.]
[Every action you take will affect the future and the people living here in real ways. Everyone in this world has real feelings.]
[The reason you are here… is because of the God of Games.]
“The God of Games?? Are you saying the God of Games gave me this chance?”
[Correct. The God of Games is one of the highest deities. So of course, the chance he granted you isn’t free.]
“WHAT!? Not free? What do you mean by that?”
[DING!]
[Main Mission Initiated:]
Steal the heroines from the original protagonist, and claim every girl for yourself — while ensuring the protagonist lives a life of eternal loneliness.
🎁 Reward: Freedom to live in this world
☠️ Failure: Your soul will be eternally tortured in hell
As I read the mission, only one thought flashed in my mind:
I’m screwed.
Sure, taking all the heroines for myself and living a harem life sounded amazing, but the pressure behind it was enormous.
It’s important to understand — this game was almost identical to reality. You could only know the results after taking action.
And as an eroge, it was filled with all kinds of heroines: tsundere, kuudere, sadistic, macho, and… yandere.
It’s not that I dislike yanderes. In fact, what man wouldn’t want a woman so devoted she would do anything for him, living her life solely for his sake?
But when love drives a woman to cast forbidden god-tier magic just to make you hers… that’s when things spiral out of control.
The memory of a girl laughing maniacally and declaring “You’re mine and mine alone” was enough to make my skin crawl.
“Wait a second… why is the God of Games doing this? What does he get out of it?”
[Perhaps the Host doesn’t know this, but as the God of Games, it is his duty to play and conquer every game ever released.]
[However… for the first time ever, the God of Games failed to fully conquer a single game.]
“So you’re telling me… just because he couldn’t beat Satan_666, he created a real world version of it just to torment the protagonist?”
[Exactly, Host. And as the chosen individual, you must conquer every target — while making the protagonist’s life miserable.]
I was speechless.
Just because he held a grudge against a game, he wanted to torment its protagonist here in reality?
“So basically… I have to steal all the heroines for myself and make sure the protagonist stays single forever?”
[Yes.]
I fell silent again. This mission was nearly impossible.
Each heroine had extraordinary background, influence, or beauty — none of them would settle for just anyone.
I sighed and rubbed my temples. For now, I decided to set this problem aside for later and focus on what was immediately in front of me.
“Can you at least tell me who I am right now?”
[The Host has taken over the body and identity of Zeref Fernandez.]
The moment I heard that name, I jumped from my bed — not just shocked, but terrified.
Zeref Fernandez.
A name every player of Satan_666 would recognize.
A name that even made me pity the character.
Zeref was the younger brother of one of the main heroines — a cowardly, timid boy who admired the protagonist so much he even called him “big brother.”
He had a face so beautiful that even the protagonist felt jealous, yet he hid away and behaved like a girl.
He was said to possess talent in combat, but a childhood trauma left him terrified of fighting.
If that was all, it wouldn’t be too bad.
But the developers used Zeref as a tragic sacrifice to boost the protagonist’s glory.
It was revealed later in the story that Zeref had an affair with his uncle’s wife — the Empress of the Helios Kingdom.
The Empress became so obsessed with him that she burned herself alive with Zeref, so they could be together in death.
And to make things worse, it was revealed that the Empress had blackmailed and coerced Zeref into keeping their affair a secret right under everyone’s noses.
The memory of the scene where Zeref screamed in despair as flames devoured him… sent chills down my spine.
I took a deep breath to steady myself and walked over to the mirror in my room.
Looking back at me was a ten-year-old boy with jet-black hair, deep crimson eyes, chubby cheeks, and a sharp nose that gave him an irresistibly cute charm.
It was him.
Even though he was still young, I could already see the handsome features he would grow into.
‘I-If that’s the case… then she’s real too… D-Does that mean I’m destined to die?!’
‘Wait! Hold on. Deep breaths. None of that has happened yet. The Empress isn’t interested in me — yet.’
‘Yes… that’s right. I still have time. No need to panic.’
Forcing myself to calm down, I slowly felt my heartbeat steady again.
[Has the Host finished his inner monologue?]
“Yes… what is it?”
[I haven’t transferred this body’s memories to you yet. Would you like me to proceed?]
“Memories?”
It was only then that I realized — I had no past memories of this body at all.
“Alright, tell me what I need to do.”
[Not much. You just need to lie down on the bed while I transfer the memories. You might feel a slight headache, but that’s all.]
I nodded, lay back down on the bed, and closed my eyes.
[Commencing memory transfer in 3… 2… 1…]
Suddenly, a sharp pain pulsed through my head.
Images flashed like a fast-forwarded film inside my mind.
I shut my eyes tighter and let the flood of memories merge into me.
Five minutes later, I opened my eyes.
The aura of an adult that clung to me vanished.
My movements shifted — lighter, more innocent — like those of a child.
A powerful determination lit up in my eyes, flowing through every vein in my body.
From this day onward…
I am Zeref.
Zeref Fernandez.