章節 2: Story 2 : Chapter 1 (Waifu Catalog RSM Harry Potter)
Starting World: Harry Potter [Voldemort's first death - Book 3]
Starting budget 85
Patron
Death free [85]
Intensity
Me and My Girlfriend(s)(PvE) +0 [85]
Dropped-In -0 [Altered- Rubrum Orion Riddle] [85]
Bindings
Company Stamp free [85]
Home Perks
Pocket Space -5 [80]
Talents
Soul -10 [70]
Covert -10 [60]
Body Tune-Up -5 [55]
Communication -10 [45]
Defenses
Stress -5 [40]
Mind -25 [15]
Body -5 [10]
Misc Perks
Universal Calibration -10 [0]
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Blinking my eyes rapidly as my mind is assaulted with years of information. Two lives worth of information assimilated at the same time. This is a new sensation. After watching the information about Rubrum Orion Riddle. A quiet orphan who was dumped here by my father's cronies or I think I was I don't know why or how but here I am. For some reason gaps in my memories from before the age of eight there is nothing there just a blank slate.
Throwing those thoughts into the back of my mind I focused on the present. Just like in my last life, I have no friends and years of being a 'devil' child here in this life. Accidents have been happening to those around me who had been either bullying or attacking young Rubrum. Accidents have also been happening to my new body over the years.
The year is 1996 and Megan Whitehall was the matron of the orphanage... Wools Orphanage. It would seem that someone had the bright idea to rebuild the 'cursed' orphanage in the local town... fuck me. Years of isolation with a lot of ostracization in the early years of this and my last life did nothing to help with externalizing emotions so we both ended up bottling them up. In my first life that lead me to find alternate means to express the bottled rage and hatred.
Instead of acting like a normal child, I focused on a different product pushing the limits of those around me. Finding flaws in every individual poking and prodding without them lashing out at me. Directing the hatred at a common target. Making a faithful wife jump into the shadows when her husband was late by a few hours when I slashed his tires or added a letter in their mailbox with his old college love name on it. Small things that added up over time caused it to boil to a head making one of both of them lash out at 'unfounded' accusations. It was no wonder I became a Lawyer in my last life.
A whisper here a payment there, and a new witness came up. Years of defending the worst of the worst. I didn't defend rapest or pedophiles not out of some sort of goodwill or hatred. To be honest I loathed them. It takes a weak mentality to have to go after a weaker person so you can live out your fantasy over them. Then again most pedophiles and rapest have more wrong with them than needing a good lawyer.
Not to say I haven't blackmailed a woman or two in my time there is something of a thrill in taking a woman who needed a good dicking in her life. Manipulations and whispers of a better life would open more legs than any kind of vanilla life. A nine-to-five job and the promises of being taken care of did wonders for deep down most women wanted the thrill of being caught in public.
It would also seem that today is the day of my leaving the orphanage for good. Laws in the nineties about orphans left a lot to be desired here. Being operated with little oversight was a boon and a curse as the Matron decided that today is the last day she would have to deal with the 'Devil' child.
Walking down the rocky path while entering town hearing the whispers and curses of the town folks was like music to my ears. Drinking in the terror and hate from their eyes did wonders for me almost reminding me of all the men I helped get off of murder convictions while the prosecutor thought they had a slam dunk case against my clients.
Feeling in my pocket I pulled out a familiar device a smartphone... my smartphone. Entering my passcode while looking around the desolate ally I found myself in. Opening a few apps I saw a familiar app that a friend suggested to me... Slut life and at the time imaginary 'game' he suggested to me to help pass the boring hours.
Reading the title I know where I am Harry Potter. Feeling my shoulders shake at the ridiculous situation I found myself in. I am in a children's book. But I am sixteen years old so does that mean I am a squib? No years in the orphanage dealing with the other children and adults killing a few in accidents while hiding the bodies. Violence is not my go-to in most situations but it is always an option. Riddle, so I am Tom's half-blood bastard. Orion was the name of either Sirius's grandfather or his father I can't recall which.
Throwing those thoughts in the back of my mind for now while I focused on the app on my phone. Scrolling through the choices I Stamp is self-explanatory Holding it onto the skin for three seconds is enough time for it to mark my target. After seventy-two hours the target is 'captured' so to speak no mind control but they will gain arousal to me as their new master. Then be marked by my sigil which I have yet to pick... Going through the options I picked the simplest one and a simple black dot above the pubic region.
This way even if the target notices the uptick in arousal toward me they might notice a huge crest that imitates a womb on their belly. Now I could place the stamp at 'control maxed' where the girls would be under my thumb completely but where was the fun in that instead I am going to slow them into the rolls. If they get uppity. I will just leave them be. No need for me to mark all seven years and sell them at once... but that would amuse me to no end. Watching the staff and the whole wizarding world watch this generation disappear at the most secure facility in Europe according to Dumbledore.
Putting those thoughts into the back of my mind for now I also had an infinite inventory but no pocket apartment yet that would cost more points unless I wanted to take out a loan which I didn't as of now. No telling what this Company wanted from me besides templates to make clones out of. If the buy section was anything to go buy.
There were several choices that I could get for free with my defenses. Looking over the points it would cost for the Waifus. Every defense knocked off a few points all I had to do was filter them down to a few choices and grab some for free. But in my current situation, I would only end up with girls that all were good for fucking. Like An Ha from Pornhwa that I read over in my last life.
The next up was my Talents which I only had four of them Soul, Body Tune Up, Covert, and communication talents. Soul Talent Gave me accelerated learning when it came to the local talent be it Aura from RWBY, Magic from Harry Potter, or Warging from A Song of Ice and Fire. It also made me more powerful than any others my age as my body is the perfect vessel on this earth to mix with magic. Body Tune Up made my body peak efficiently in every aspect be it eating, walking, or sleeping.
It also gave me my ideal body no more skinny frame I now have my perfect body. Tall almost six and a half feet tall and still growing. Two hundred pounds of muscle with a nice package down below. No bitch breaker which is unneeded unless I was a Hentai Ork in one of those videos my colleagues sent me in my last life. Dark silky hair and some thick rough stubble working its way down my face the older I grew. In a year or two I can finally grow a beard. A real beard, not that wispy pubic hair I had on my face in my last life a real thick wood cutters beard.
My body is now the perfect human or Wizard. My magic is now expanded. Earlier in Rubrums life he had used his magic to break bones from across the room or trip his bullies causing them to fall down the stairs and leading them to either be hospitalized or comatose. Wandless magic came instinctively to me or should I say me now waiting for me to call it.
A twitch of my fingers could banish a rock through a skull or confuse the minds of those around me. Making them leave me alone. Communication Talent allowed me to read and understand body language, micro expression, and any languages of any humanoid species. This was a talent I had in my last life I don't know if I needed it purchased in this one but it wouldn't hurt to have a leg up on manipulating those around me.
Covert Talent was a mixed bag it gave me a prestigious talent for lying, stealing, misinformation, covert operations, and hiding away. I could pull an Assassin's creed and disappear in a crowd with enough practice. Being a Riddle under Dumbledore's nose this talent would help me immensely in the future. These four talents would boost me up in the future if my foreknowledge is intact which I wouldn't hope for as I was sixteen and not in Hogwarts yet. if at all.
The defenses highlighted are Stress, Mind, and Body defenses. Stress from what I am reading worked like a Gamers Mind without suppressing emotions. I could face down my father and not flinch as he cast an Avada Kedavra at me and calmly move out of the way. At least according to what the defense promised. I don't want to find myself in that scenario.
Mind defense didn't make my mind a haven for my thoughts but it did offer me protection from mind readers in a limited capacity. If I wanted to keep them out I would need to spend more points and double up on the Defense. Or not re-reading it over again I kept out all unwanted mindreads except those in my retainer... huh not too bad if you ask me but in the future, I will be buying as many as I can because it also protects from confusion charms and Impero according to the descriptions.
Body Defense left me with a body immune to any toxins, poisons, or radiation that anything below a lethal dose would be below my noticed any lethal doses would only cause me mild discomfort as my body expelled it either through vomiting or through my back door. If it was bad enough my body would process it naturally but I would be bedridden for a day at most while my body fixed itself. It also came with a one-time full heal if I was almost dead.
The last and only cause for concern is Universal calibration. I was drunk when I made the Catalog post or I think I was I only remember getting the email and nothing else. I don't have access to my additions to this world but drunk me is a terrible person. I could be in a Reverse moral Sexuality world, a Futa Queen world, or a fucking NTR Hentai with Dumbledore forcing himself on his students because who would tell on the 'leader' of light for forcing himself on them. A few obliviate and it never happened... or he could like boys... fuck I need an escape plan.
Going over the capture list I can get a few points fast but not enough I know where Harry Potter lives but with the watchers, I don't know if I can get in stamp and then leave. That left the train I would need to find him a stamp and I would get Twelve points as it calculates on his future self, not his current. So I could get quite a few by placing the stamp between my fingers and shaking their hands for a few seconds. Netting me a few points after the first few days.
As I mused over the changes I heard a hoot and a Letter Appeared in my hand. Looking around I spotted a common barn owl sitting on the edge of a roof near me. Its piercing eyes didn't blink as they took me in. It let out a soft hoot before breaking eye contact with me taking to letting my hand back to me.
While making my plans I had no clue how fuck I made this world
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Looking over the names of the new students coming in before letting out a sigh. "Minerva it is as we feared. The numbers are down by half again." I said in a soft voice as she sagged in her seat wiping tears from her eyes. It has been a long time since we had more than a handful of students even when I was here the numbers didn't exceed more than twenty at most. Most of them are pure-blood families who hid away during the witch hunts. Between the Vatican, blood curses strangeling infantile bloodlines in their crib. And several wars our numbers are down by a hundredfold over the last decades.
"The rest of the schools are having the same problem with the birth rates. The last two wars were fought over the men who were able to have children. Then with the first war Gretel Grindelwald having taken most of the men from Europe, their numbers are only weakening with the constant inbreeding. Half-bloods are almost nonexistent and muggle-borns are numbering less and less." She sagged lower in her chair as she half ranted and half sobbed into her handkerchief. Alas, it is true with the number of men went down further and further as time went on. Ten years ago we had fifty for the whole school now we only have Four boys for the whole school while the girls outnumbered them ten to one. But with every boy born one in ten can carry on their lines. If nothing is done the wizarding world will come to an end shortly.
She looked over at me "How did the crossbreeding with the muggles go?" Wincing internally at those projects I have been helping the Department of Mysteries with.
Shaking my head "Not good anytime a Witch was implanted with muggle seed there were many complications. When the embryo was formed it would become mutilated and expire. So those lines have been shut down. And with the four boys, we have here none of the can carry on their lines. Even with the cease-fire between us and the Death eaters lasting this long, we didn't find any way out of this. There is still hope but not much when the Dark Lady Voldemort is still working on a way to fix our problems." Leaning back in my chair I let out a tired sigh thanking Lady Magic for the Dark Lady to take a step back and put the war behind us for now hoping for one of us to find an explanation on how and why this all started.
It blindsided the whole Wizarding world with their infertility killing off lines as old as Egypt or even Mesopotamia themselves. Whole families died out or were kidnaped by Wizards hoping they were not affected but only one and ten men can have children if that. Everything has been done or thought of Rituals, charms even fertility wards had been made but all that was a stopgap. The path the wizarding world is on is leading us into ruin.
Even the Blood pack between myself and Gretel didn't help with finding ourselves suitable men to have children with. Even with the slim pickings becoming even slimmer we still haven't found a boy who is both powerful and able to have children in both England and Europe.
Coming out of my musings I watched Minerva dry her tears before looking over the list and pausing "One of the children a boy is coming..." Nodding my head internally forwarding as every time a boy comes here she feels hope rising only to be crushed by cruel reality, but who am I to judge as I also feel the same hope before I crush it? Looking over the name of the boy Riddle now doesn't bring back memories from ages ago a bright child who in the depths of her despair turned to dark magic. Now there is another... let us hope this one is made of sterner materials.
"Well, I hope this one is not... limited like the rest. Just because they can't have children doesn't give the girls any right to shun them as they do. Well, Ariana, I hope you have a good night..." Watching her go with tear stains running down her cheeks broke my old heart. Looking back down at the name. Maybe he can save us... shaking the foolish notion out of my mind leaning back closing my eyes. Tomorrow will be better... I hope.
A/N: Seems like easy mode. Thanks for reading Hope you have a good day.
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