**Thunder**
The wind is blowing heavily, dark clouds cover the sky, and rain pours as if there will be no end to the day.
As the rain beat against the windows, Edward focused even more intently on his phone.
In such a good environment, it's a sin not to read Hen-tai manga.
"Yes, now bind her up and fuck the shit out of her. Don't give her, Noooo, you fucking idiot... Why would you say you love her? Edward spoke frustratedly. What a waste of tissues.
This is fucking stupid," he spoke with a very unpleasant expression on his face."Don't confess love in the middle of that, you dumb bastard!" he growled, slapping his thigh in frustration. "Trash"
"Goddamn trash. Why ruin perfect art with that romantic bullshit?"
He sighed, scrolling through dozens of bookmarked sites. Rain be damned, this was peak relaxation weather for H manga reading.
No distractions, no fake smiles.
Edward wasn't into skinny girls. No, his holy grail was Milf's.
He craved thick, experienced, nurturing women who could turn a boy into a real man, that's the golden piece for him, a real woman, be it drawn in god-tier quality or in real life, he loved to be with them.
"Maybe I should go out often and try to talk with a girl," Edward thought but immediately dismissed the idea.
He had no interest in girls who are small as peanuts or as thin as flat wood, the only thing that interested him was big MILFs. Only MILF'S could offer him salvation.
As a 22-year-old virgin, he was smiling weirdly as he looked for new Hen-tai manga to fap on. One might ask, at this age, why couldn't he just find girls or have a girlfriend?
The answer is simple he didn't want to, more likely he didn't want to go with fat and two-baby big mothers."
But reality is, when he was in high school in Class 11, he tried to speak to a girl and proposed to her. But she complained to her mother. Then the girl's mother complained to the principal, which led to his own parents being summoned. The moment he saw tears in his father's eyes as they emerged from the principal's office, he lost all the interest in flat chest girls.
not only that.
The amount of ridicule and bullying he had to face for that made him become an introvert, not wanting to go out. Till this day, he didn't touched grass outside of his small room other than important event.
And with years of knowledge on the internet, he fell on the dark side. Finally, after continuous search, he found a gem with godlike art and story. The story is set in a medieval era.
"Finally, a worthy one for my attention," Edward thought in his mind.
Reality is that he read almost all the good god-quality arts, but this one only came out some seconds ago.
Seeing this, Edward became excited as he read thoroughly, page by page. The story was spoken through pictures, as there was little actual dialogue.
For example: the protagonist rides a horse with the duke's second wife. On the third turn in the road, she notices his large whip, and in the next scene, the woman begins to dance on the protagonist lap.
"Definitely one of the masterpieces," Edward spoke as he started to rub his hand at motor speed.
Five minutes passed, and he shot his first load.
Twelve minutes later, the second one came.
But on the third time, a sudden ache gripped his heart. Though he tried to reach to the third climax, he died before he understood what was happening.
....
In the field of dry ground, a boy around the age of fourteen lay on the cracked earth. The land was dead. Cracked earth stretched endlessly under a sunless sky, where not even weeds dared to grow.
He needed water. Just a small amount of it could salvage him. He could sacrifice anything.
God, he just wanted to live a good, normal life. Why did he even need to become the Baron's only son? Now, being in the most barren wasteland, he couldn't help but cry out from hunger. He couldn't take it anymore.
All he wished was to live well At least If not like the fancy nobles in the Kings-Knight.. then like the peasants on there.
But the curse of being the next heir wouldn't let his life be great. He couldn't help but curse at the gods, even the king for not taking care of this damned forsaken land.
"If the gods won't help me…" he muttered, eyes trembling, "...then I'll turn to the Devil. No the god of devils. The one who answers when the world turns its back."
From his small, young heart, he made a dangerous vow. And in a world of magic, such vows had consequences.
"Oh great god of devils..."
Then he immediately thought "What is the god of devils name? How should I pray to him?"
Like how Goddess Fiona was offered food through prayer by her worshipper on the mealtime, she was called by her name."
Like how a bucket of rain was offered to the God of Rain along with saying his deeds and title like King of Feathered people. When prayed to him for rain. What could be the god of devils want?
Hungry, staring up at the blue sky, he recalled what Merchant travellers had once said That the devils liked to exchange and surely they like to pray to their god.
Immediately, an idea struck to the young mans mind. Standing there with a pious pose, he looked toward the sky and began to pray wholeheartedly
"Dear god of devils, who could exchange anything for a price... The Demon God. The Exchanger. Heed my call and give me an opportunity not die out of hunger, give me a life better than this life."
one... second.. two... second... three second.
Immediately, a word flashed through his mind as it is speaking on his ears.
Nerth the Daemon. Nerth the Hypocrite. Thou the Exchanger heed your call.
Would you like to exchange your body for food so it never runs out?
Staring at the glowing letters in his mind, Lucien immediately felt fear, but innocent Lucien Argrave, driven by hunger, immediately said yes.
A parchment of a contract appeared in front of him. He signed his name on the imaginary contract. Lucien looked at the sky and said, "I did what you told me to do, so now give me food. Give me water."
But alas, he didn't live to see the food he was promised, as his body was taken by the mysterious being. As his soul left his body, it gave opportunity to a new soul, which was poured by the mysterious entity God of Devil into the child's vessel.
As that soul began to take over the child's body, deep in the void sat a man in his early thirties on a throne.
As that soul start to took over the child's body, deep in the void a figure, a man on his early thirty sitting on a throne, smiled.
He was handsome, like a divine god, with black hair and eyes darker than night. Seated on the blackest throne, his smile turned out a creeping smile from a normal one.
"Finally... I've infiltrated that world."
A crazy laugh echoed across the empty realm as he saw the child's soul fly toward him.
He was the Exchanger. A being who had lived deep in the void for millennia.
"Don't worry, kid. I wouldn't do anything to you. Or... I could just reincarnate you to another world where people live with tons of food."
Smiling, he looked into the void.
"This Daemon is satisfied. Now do your job properly, Edward...Be an Emperor of this world."