Chapter 2: Support Genuine Games, Beware of Scams

This was all of Rita’s memories up to now, but for some reason, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall anything beyond that.

A guess was enough to figure out that she might have been… well, screwed over by someone… maybe?

Rita glanced at the blonde girl still sleeping beside her, who let out a soft, indistinct murmur in her sleep, a stark contrast to the wild figure from last night.

The失效 of her enchanting aura and the loss of her memories—these abnormalities were worth investigating, but definitely not now.

Rita knew that if she didn’t leave soon, things could escalate into a situation even more dangerous than last night.

Besides, she had something critical to do today, the very reason she came to this town.

Rita carefully slipped out of bed, and with a thought, her wings and tail—symbols of her identity—vanished completely.

The sky outside was already bright, so flying out with wings like she did last night was out of the question.

Luckily, Rita was staying in this very inn, so she could confidently walk through the hallway back to her own room.

After confirming the girl on the bed was still sound asleep, Rita pushed open the door.

The inn was spacious, but fortunately, Rita had noticed during her “hunt” last night that the nearby rooms were mostly empty, so she didn’t need to be overly cautious.

She poked her head out, glanced left and right, and stepped into the hallway only after ensuring it was clear.

‘Phew… good thing this is another world with no surveillance cameras. If this were a hotel in my world, no amount of caution would’ve helped.’

A Game World’s Harsh Reality

Indeed, Rita wasn’t a native of this world; this was the world of a game.

The game was an open-world fantasy title, independently developed for the first time, set in a world where…

Well, it was one of those fantasy settings with a demon army, a human kingdom, and an ongoing war between them.

The gist was that Rita had boldly gone to the game’s official group chat to beg for resources, only to face the consequences.

Someone privately sent her an installation package, and when she eagerly installed and opened the game, a prompt appeared on the screen:

[Support genuine games, beware of scams.]

Just a standard warning—nothing to worry about. Skip.

Then, her vision went black, and a much larger prompt filled her entire view:

[I said, support genuine games, beware of scams, got it, nerd?]

After that, she transformed from an ordinary young man into a silver-haired, red-eyed succubus with wings and a tail, appearing in a castle she didn’t recognize.

No system, no old man in a ring, no cheat items—just a group of monster girls staring at her with unsettling, hungry eyes.

And there were a lot of them.

Before those monster girls could make a move, Rita fled.

Her escape took her from the demon territory to human lands.

It sounded like a simple sentence, but the journey was grueling, filled with hardships and sleepless nights.

Thankfully, her succubus traits were easy to hide: her wings and tail could be retracted, and her body bore no strange pink markings, so she avoided suspicion along the way.

The biggest challenge was food. Normal food couldn’t satisfy Rita’s hunger; to fill her stomach, she needed… close contact with others.

Yes, the kind of contact she couldn’t survive without.

‘This isn’t a succubus! This is clearly a charm demon with a name tweaked to pass censorship!’

A Narrow Escape

Succubus or charm demon, Rita had come too far to fail now.

Pretending to be casually strolling in the morning, she confidently walked through the hallway toward her room.

A voice suddenly came from behind, making Rita jump.

“Guest, what are you doing out here so early?”

Rita turned to see the innkeeper, a middle-aged woman holding a mop, standing at the corner of the staircase.

Though still polite, the woman’s face showed a hint of suspicion. “Your room isn’t in this direction, is it?”

Rita’s mind raced, but she maintained a calm, courteous, and confident demeanor.

“I couldn’t sleep well last night, so I’m just taking a walk. After all, today’s the test.”

She emphasized “test,” and the innkeeper’s expression shifted as if she’d remembered something. Her suspicion vanished, replaced by a fawning smile.

“Oh, right! You’re that lone girl who traveled far to take the Holy Knight exam! No wonder you’re too nervous to sleep…”

Though Rita was currently just an ordinary person, the innkeeper knew that anyone eligible for the Holy Knight exam either had a strong background or real talent.

Either way, she wasn’t someone the innkeeper could afford to offend.

Rita kept her composure but was eager to avoid the blonde girl waking up. She brushed off the innkeeper with a few casual words and left.

Only after Rita disappeared from view did the innkeeper’s fawning smile fade, replaced by a troubled look as she muttered to herself.

“That direction only leads to that mysterious guest’s room… No, I must be overthinking it.”

The Holy Knight Exam

Some time later, after freshening up, Rita arrived at the Holy Knight selection exam site.

Her appearance was entirely different from her nighttime succubus guise. Her silver hair was tied into a neat ponytail with a black ribbon, and she wore crisp new leather armor with a shiny iron sword at her waist, looking every bit like a disciplined soldier.

No one but Rita herself would ever connect her to the word “succubus.”

A succubus taking the Holy Knight exam? No one would believe it even if she said it out loud.

The exam was held in the city’s central square. Though it was still early, a crowd had already gathered.

Most were candidates for the exam—ordinary people wouldn’t show up at dawn with swords, waiting in a square.

As time passed, more candidates arrived, eventually forming a neat line.

When the sun neared its peak, a quiet voice in the crowd whispered, “Shh, the examiner’s here.”

The noisy crowd fell silent, all eyes turning to the platform in the center of the square.

The examiner stepped onto the platform, walking slowly across a red carpet laid out that morning.

Rita followed the crowd’s gaze, but when she saw the petite figure at the forefront, her mind felt as if it had been struck by a hammer, going blank in an instant.

Though the attire was different, that iconic golden hair and doll-like, delicate face were unmistakable.

This person!

Wasn’t this the mysterious girl who was lying beside her this morning?