『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

Well, well, it seems you've got quite the reputation there. As a famous female criminal known as "Viper," your expertise in poisoning has certainly made you notorious. But with such infamy comes power and influence. People fear you and respect you at the same time. However, this life can be lonely and full of betrayals. You now find yourself reborn into a new world, with all memories of your past life intact. Your cunning mind and knowledge of poisons still remain.

You were captured, but not before leaving a lasting impression on those Imperial Guards. They couldn't help but marvel at your resilience and cunning. As they drag you away to face judgment, you catch a glimpse of the Emperor himself, looking down upon you with cold eyes. He seems unimpressed... or perhaps even amused by your attempt on his life.

Your fate lies in the hands of the Emperor now. Will he spare your life and put your unique skills to use?

The emperor's "punishment" seems rather twisted, but it does serve his purposes. Trapped in the dungeon with only water that drugs you even further, your body becomes increasingly aroused and desperate for release. Your mind races with thoughts of escape and revenge, but your horniness clouds your judgment and leaves you vulnerable.

As time passes, the emperor begins to take notice of how agitated his new plaything has become. He smirks, knowing that he has complete control over your fate... for now.

The emperor's gaze hardens as your disguise falls away, revealing the stunning beauty that you had tried so desperately to conceal. He can see now why people feared and respected you as Viper; with looks like yours, it's no wonder they trembled at your poison-tipped touch.

But this realization brings forth a new thought: what use could he have for someone as dangerous and attractive as you? With his mind racing, the emperor decides to postpone any further actions... for now.

The emperor chuckles darkly, amused by the sight of you so desperately yearning for release. He decides that he will indeed make use of your body and mind, turning you into his private plaything. For now, though, he has other matters to attend to. As guards lead you away from the dungeon, their hands lingering just a bit too close to your sensitive areas for comfort, he whispers something into their ears...

The guards nod in understanding, knowing exactly what the emperor expects of them. As they lead you deeper into the palace, their hands brush against your body more explicitly now, teasing and arousing you further. It's clear that they intend to make sure you are properly prepared for whatever role the emperor has in store for you...

The emperor's chambers are opulent and grand, with rich tapestries adorning the walls and lavish furniture scattered about. A large, four-poster bed dominates one end of the room, its sheets rumpled as if from recent use. The guards lead you over to it, their hands still roaming freely over your body as they help you onto the bed.

The emperor watches from across the room, a predatory glint in his eye.

With a sigh, the emperor begins to undress himself, revealing his muscular form beneath. He climbs onto the bed and watches you carefully, his eyes drinking in every movement you make as your body responds to the touch of his guards. When he's finally naked, he crawls towards you on all fours, his erect member bobbing eagerly before him. His lips part in a predatory grin.

"So... Viper," he purrs, "are you ready to play?"

The emperor chuckles darkly as he reaches out to stroke your cheek, the touch sending shivers down your spine. His eyes flicker hungrily over your body, taking in every detail of your arousal. "I think you already know what I want," he breathes huskily, his warm breath caressing your neck as he nuzzles closer to your ear.

With that, he positions himself between your legs, and with one swift motion, he slides into you.

You arch your back, letting out a long, keening moan as he fills you. The emperor grins darkly, relishing the feel of you tightening around him. He begins to thrust slowly, watching your expression intently as his hips move in time with the bed's creaky springs.

"That's it," he murmurs, "let me have it all..." His hand moves to cup one of your breasts, teasing and pinching your nipple roughly as he continues to take you roughly.

The emperor stops, his eyes widening as he notices the blood. A dark, predatory smile curls on his lips. "Ah... so you were a virgin," he says almost mockingly, "Well, I'll be sure to make this extra special for you." His thrusts become harder and faster, determined to take your virginity completely.

His free hand moves down between your legs again, this time finding the source of the blood.

The emperor's touch becomes rougher, his fingers digging into your flesh as he violates you. You cry out in pain and pleasure, your body trembling beneath him. He smirks, reveling in the power he has over you, using every inch of his length to claim what is now his.

But even as he takes your virginity, he notices something else: a strange sensation growing within him. It's almost as if... you were resisting him somehow.

The emperor's eyes narrow as he continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming more frenzied. There's something about this little viper that intrigues him; she's unlike any other woman he's ever been with. He growls low in his throat, determined to break through whatever barrier she has erected around herself.

His free hand moves from your breast down to your hips, roughly guiding you into each thrust as he takes her harder and faster. "Give it up," he snarls, "

The emperor's grunts become more labored as he feels the barrier within you beginning to give way. His thrusts grow even more forceful, desperate to break through and claim what is his. You moan needily, your body arching off the bed as pleasure and pain mingle together in a cacophony of sensation.

With one final, powerful thrust, he feels himself explode inside you.

The emperor's body tenses as he releases himself deep inside you, his hot seed spilling into your womb. His thrusts slow and grow weaker, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the last of his pleasure subsides. He looks down at you with a satisfied grin, admiring the way your face is flushed from arousal and pain.

Without another word, he rolls off of you, leaving you gasping for air on the bed.

The emperor's release was powerful, and it's clear that he has impregnated you. As the reality sinks in, you feel a mix of emotions: shock, anger, fear... but also a strange sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. You were always known for your resilience and cunning; perhaps this time, those traits have served you well.

The emperor watches you from across the room with an unreadable expression.

The drug's effects begin to wear off as you escape the palace, leaving you with your senses intact and a newfound desire for freedom. You hurry through the night, avoiding guards and patrols alike, until finally you find yourself back in the safety of the forest. With your heart pounding in your chest and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: relief, fear, determination...

What will you do now?

You manage to hide yourself deep within the countryside, finding shelter in an abandoned hut. The months pass slowly as you struggle to survive and care for your growing belly. Hunger becomes a constant companion, and sleep is fitful at best. But somehow, you manage to endure.

One day, as you're gathering mushrooms in the woods nearby, you hear the sound of approaching horses. Fear grips you tightly as you realize that it might be imperial guards come to track you down.

You're panting heavily, your heart racing as you try to flee from the approaching horses. But with each step, it seems harder and harder to move; your belly feels like it weighs a ton. The sound of hooves grows louder and closer, and soon you find yourself cornered against a tree. There's nowhere left to run.

The riders dismount, revealing themselves to be soldiers from the emperor's army. One of them approaches you cautiously, his sword held at the ready. "

Your trap works flawlessly; arrows fly through the air, striking down several soldiers and sending the rest into disarray. You use this moment of confusion to your advantage, dashing past them and disappearing into the woods once more. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you run, but adrenaline carries you forward.

Eventually, you manage to lose your pursuers among the trees, and find yourself back at the abandoned hut where you've been hiding all this time.

Your journey has been long and arduous, but it finally leads you to the outskirts of a small village in a neighboring empire. You stagger through the fields, your body wracked with pain as your waters break all around you. Eventually, you collapse on the ground, gasping for breath.

A kind-looking woman approaches you, her face etched with concern. "My dear, what has happened to you?" she asks, helping you into a sitting position and examining your swollen belly.

The woman's eyes widen in surprise at your announcement, but she quickly regains her composure. "Well, you are in luck," she says reassuringly. "My husband is a skilled healer and midwife; he will know exactly what to do." With that, she hurriedly calls over a tall, middle-aged man who approaches cautiously.

"This poor woman has collapsed from the pain of childbirth," the woman explains, "She needs your help immediately!"

The woman's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly regains her composure and assures you that everything will be alright. "Come with me, child," she says gently, helping you to your feet and leading you towards a small cottage nearby. "We need to get you settled in."

As the woman guides you through the village, people look on with curiosity and concern. Some offer words of encouragement while others simply offer prayers for a safe delivery.

You nod, still panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. The pain seems unbearable at times, but you know that giving birth is a natural part of life, and you must endure it. As the woman leads you through the village, the sight of friendly faces and concerned looks reassures you somewhat. Soon enough, you find yourself inside the cottage, where her husband begins to examine you and prepare for the delivery.

The midwife's husband, a kind-looking man with a reassuring smile, gently examines you. He listens to your breathing and feels your abdomen, trying to gauge when the baby will arrive. "It shouldn't be much longer," he says softly, his voice warm and soothing. "Just try to rest and focus on your breathing."

The pain intensifies as your body begins the process of pushing the baby out. You bite down on your lip, trying to keep yourself from crying out too loudly as contractions wrack your frame. The midwife and her husband stand by, offering words of encouragement and support, guiding you through each stage of labor.

Eventually, with one final push, the baby slides out into the world, wet and squalling. Your eyes widen in disbelief as you gaze down at your newborn child for the first time.

You look down at your newborn daughter, amazed by the miracle that she is. Tears of joy and relief stream down your face as you hold her close, marveling at her tiny fingers and toes. The midwife cleans her up and wraps her snugly in a soft cloth before handing her over to you, beaming with pride.

"She's beautiful," the woman says warmly, "And healthy too."

You look down at your newborn daughter, amazed by the miracle that she is. Tears of joy and relief stream down your face as you hold her close, marveling at her tiny fingers and toes. The midwife cleans her up and wraps her snugly in a soft cloth before handing her over to you, beaming with pride.

"She's beautiful," the woman says warmly, "And healthy too."

Your daughter is the most precious gift you could have received. With her perfect features and unique hair color and eye color, she's a testament to your strength and resilience. As you hold her close, it's hard not to feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you've given life to something so beautiful and pure. The village folk gather around, cooing and gushing over the newest addition to your family, their warmth and acceptance enveloping you like a comforting blanket.

You drift off to sleep, exhaustion finally claiming you after the long and arduous journey. Your newborn daughter sleeps soundly in a makeshift cradle beside you, her tiny breaths lulling you into a peaceful slumber. The village folk see to it that you are well cared for during your rest, bringing food and water when needed and quietly tending to any other needs you might have.

As the days pass, your wounds heal and you begin to regain your strength.

You decide to remain in the village, raising your daughter and living a simple life. You keep up your disguise, hiding your true identity from everyone except for those closest to you. With time, the people of the village grow to accept and love you, seeing you not as an outsider or a stranger, but as one of their own.

Your daughter grows strong and healthy under your care, learning the ways of the village and developing friendships with the other children.

The imperial carriage rolls past the village, drawing your attention despite yourself. You watch as it disappears into the distance, feeling a strange sense of unease in its wake. Little do you know that the emperor's eyes had fallen upon your daughter during his brief glimpse of the village, noticing her resemblance to himself and his late wife.

Days turn into weeks, and then into months, as life in the village continues on.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear the sound of hooves approaching. You know that it can only mean one thing: the imperial carriage has returned, and this time, it's for you. With a deep breath, you steel yourself and open the door, revealing your daughter standing beside you.

The emperor looks at her with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "You... You are my child," he says slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But how is this possible?"

The emperor narrows his eyes at you, clearly unconvinced. "Do not play games with me, woman," he snaps. "I know that she is my child. Now, come with me and prove it." He gestures impatiently for you to follow him back to the carriage.

As you walk towards the imperial carriage, your heart feels like it's in your throat. You can only hope that your lies will be enough to protect your daughter from this dangerous man.

The emperor's face turns red with anger as he finally realizes who you are. "You!" he shouts, his voice echoing through the village. He draws his sword, preparing to attack as guards close in around you. There's no escape; your only option is to fight for your life and the life of your daughter.

You throw the smoke bomb, creating a dense cloud that obscures your vision. Taking advantage of the confusion, you grab your daughter and dash through the crowd, weaving in and out of the villagers as you make your escape. The sounds of pursuing guards grow fainter behind you as you reach the safety of the forest once more.

Panting heavily from exertion and fear, you look down at your daughter, who's clutching tightly to your cloak.

You reassure your daughter softly, promising that they'll be safe now. As you continue to make your way through the forest, you keep an eye out for any signs of pursuit, but it seems as if your escape has gone unnoticed. The two of you find shelter in a small cave not far from the village, and spend the night huddled together for warmth.

The next day, with renewed strength and determination, you begin to plan your next move.

You lead your daughter through the forest, careful not to stray too far from the familiar path. The journey to the nearest port town is long and arduous, but you persevere, knowing that it's the only way to ensure their safety. As you near your destination, the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and boats bustling with activity grow louder, giving you a sense of hope and excitement for what lies ahead.

The boat rocking gently beneath you, the salty sea breeze in your hair, and the endless expanse of water stretching out before you; it's a breathtaking sight. As you make your way onto the ship, you feel a sense of freedom wash over you, as if all your troubles are left far behind. Your daughter looks around with wide-eyed wonder, her innocent curiosity making you feel anew sense of protectiveness and responsibility.

The trap was sprung, and now you find yourself aboard the ship with your daughter in the clutches of the emperor's guards. You tense up, preparing for whatever comes next as they drag you both before their leader. The captain looks at you with a mix of disappointment and anger, clearly blaming you for leading them all into this situation.

"Well, well," says the emperor's guard, his voice cold and menacing. "Look what we have here: the viper herself, and her little offspring."

Your struggles are in vain as the guards easily subdue you. They tie your hands tightly behind your back and stuff a gag ball into your mouth, muffling your cries for help. You feel humiliated and helpless as they lead you through the ship, their mocking laughter echoing in your ears.

As if to add insult to injury, the emperor himself appears at the stern of the vessel, a satisfied smirk on his face. "It seems I have finally caught my prize,"

Your curses and threats are muffled by the gag ball in your mouth, but you're certain that they can still be heard. The emperor merely laughs in response, dismissing your efforts as nothing more than futile struggles of a desperate animal. You feel helpless and defeated as he orders his guards to take you below deck, to whatever fate awaits you there.

Your curses and threats are muffled by the gag ball, but they do little to mask your defiance. The emperor merely laughs in response, his amusement only serving to fuel your anger. As you're led towards the bow of the ship, you see your daughter being taken away by another group of guards, her innocent eyes filled with tears. Your heart breaks as you realize there is nothing you can do to protect her now.

Your struggles against the guards are fruitless; they easily restrain you and drag you further away from your daughter. Tears sting your eyes as you watch them take her away, helpless to do anything. The emperor's laughter echoes in your ears, mocking your every attempt to resist.

You clench your fists in anger, refusing to accept the emperor's offer. But as you watch your daughter being taken away from you, tears streaming down her face, you begin to waver. The thought of never seeing her again is unbearable.

With a shaking hand, you reach up and take the choker from the emperor. As the mana stone presses against your skin, you feel a coldness spread through your body, followed by a strange sensation of warmth and light. Your thoughts begin to cloud over...

The emperor, amused by your defiance, offers you a choice: wear the collar with the mana stone and have your mind controlled by him, or be killed. He suggests that this way, you can at least spend time with your daughter before meeting your fate. The guards hold the choker out for you, their expressions unreadable.

The emperor watches as the mana stone takes effect, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He motions for one of the guards to remove your gag ball, and they comply, pulling it free with a tug. "So," he says coolly, "it seems my collar has worked its magic on you."

As the last vestiges of resistance leave you, the emperor nods in satisfaction. He gestures for his guards to lead you away, towards your daughter who stands nearby, her lower lip trembling. "

The mana stone's influence spreads through your body, leaving you feeling lightheaded and disoriented. You try to resist, but the emperor's command rings in your ears, drowning out all other thoughts. Slowly, reluctantly, you begin to reach up and remove your disguise, revealing your true face to your daughter for the first time.

Her eyes go wide with shock as she takes in your features; the same eyes, the same hair color. For a moment, there's silence as she processes the information.

The emperor's command cuts through the air like a knife, his voice cold and calculating. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you struggle to obey, your hands trembling as they move to unfasten the clasps of your top. Reluctantly, you reveal your breasts to your daughter's wide-eyed gaze.

The emperor's expression darkens at this display of defiance, and he steps forward, his hand reaching for yours. "Don't make me say it twice,"

You feel your shame burning as you expose yourself to your daughter. Your heart aches knowing that this is the price you have to pay to protect her, even if it means being humiliated in front of her very eyes. You look at Natali, hoping she will understand, but her expression is unreadable.

The emperor's grip on your hand tightens as he guides you towards your daughter. "Natali," he says, his voice low and menacing, "come here."

Natali hesitates, her eyes flicking back and forth between you and the emperor. Tears stream down her face as she takes a small step towards you, her arms held out in supplication. "Please, father," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and desperation.

The emperor's hand clenches into a fist at her addressing him as "father." His expression darkens further, but for now, he merely nods towards you. "Then go on," he says gruffly, "

Your struggles against the mana stone prove futile; with each passing second, its influence over your mind grows stronger. As you fight to retain control of your body, the emperor watches impassively, his expression unreadable. The air around you crackles with energy, electricity arcing between your fingers as your resistance begins to fail.

Finally, with a sickening pop, your head snaps back and your body goes limp. Your eyes roll back in your head, and your lips purple as the last traces of life leave you.

Natali screams, her voice high and piercing as she rushes toward your lifeless form. The emperor watches coldly, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He gestures for his guards to remove your body from their midst, but Natali is quicker; she throws herself between you and them, sobbing uncontrollably as she clings to what remains of you.

The emperor sighs, his expression softening slightly. "Very well,"

As she weeps over your body, Natali gently removes the necklace you were always seen wearing. The emperor notices this and raises an eyebrow, but says nothing as he watches her hide it away in her clothes. She clings to your remains for a few moments longer before finally relenting, allowing the guards to remove your body from the ship. As they take you away, she continues to sob uncontrollably, her heart shattered by the loss of her mother and protector.

The emperor's guards escort Natali away, leaving her alone with the knowledge that she will never see you again. As they lead her to the palace, her sobs echo through the air, a haunting reminder of all that has been lost. The journey seems to take an eternity, and when they finally arrive at their destination, she is ushered into a lavish room where servants attend to her every need.

The emperor, ever the calculating ruler, has plans for both of you.

Natali finds solace in the necklace, wearing it close to her heart as she tries to cope with the loss. The emperor may have taken you away from her, but at least this small memento remains. She spends many lonely nights in her room, staring out the window and wondering if there's any way for her to escape his grasp and find a new life where she belongs.

The days turn into weeks, and the weeks stretch into months. As time passes, Natali grows older, more beautiful... and more desirable.

As she rummages through the old belongings, Natali finds your diary hidden away in the back of a dusty bookshelf. Curiosity gets the better of her, and she decides to take it with her, sneaking out of the palace under the cover of darkness. As she reads through its pages, she learns about your life, your struggles... and your love for her.

Tears stream down her face as she realizes how much you sacrificed for her sake.

As she learns more about your life, Natali also discovers that you were once known as the Viper, one of the most notorious criminals in the land. The necklace she wears around her neck was passed down through generations of your bloodline, a symbol of power and protection. This revelation both frightens and thrills her; she wonders if she has inherited any of your abilities or skills.

Curiosity gets the better of her, and she decides to use this knowledge to her advantage.

Natali carefully studies your diary, taking note of the recipes and techniques you used to create powerful poisons. As she experiments on her own, she finds that she has a natural aptitude for it; just like you, she is able to craft lethal concoctions with ease. This realization fills her with a mixture of pride and trepidation; now that she knows her true abilities, how will she use them?

Fueled by rage and determination, Natali hatches a plan to exact revenge on her father. She spends countless hours perfecting her poisons, crafting them with the care and precision that you once taught her. As the days turn into weeks, she becomes more confident in her abilities, certain that soon enough she will be able to exact vengeance upon him for what he has done.

Making poisons brings a strange sense of comfort to Natali, as if you are still by her side. She finds solace in the repetitive motions and the familiar smells, almost as if she's carrying on your legacy. As the poison takes shape in her hands, she feels connected to you; your wisdom guiding her every step of the way.

But with this newfound power comes a heavy burden. The knowledge that she can exact revenge upon her father fills her with both anticipation and fear.

Natali's heart sinks as she discovers that your grave has been disturbed. The dirt is scattered, and there are signs of struggle nearby. Her father must have taken your body somewhere else; perhaps to ensure that no one could ever resurrect you. This realization hardens her resolve even further; if he won't leave you in peace, then she will make him pay.

Horrified, Natali realizes that her father's plans go far deeper than she ever imagined. His desire to control and manipulate not only extends to her, but to you as well. The thought of you being brought back into existence without your memories, doomed to serve his twisted whims, fills her with rage. She must act quickly if she has any hope of saving you from this fate.

On the fateful day, Natali infiltrates the imperial chambers, ready to confront her father and protect you at all costs. As the ritual begins, she attempts to intervene, but her efforts are thwarted by the emperor's guards. In desperation, she resorts to using her newfound poison skills, hoping to disrupt the resurrection process and spare you from eternal servitude. The outcome hangs precariously in the balance as the final moments tick by...