This Random Omnipotent Being was smug; worse, its smugness was aimed at him, and it was annoying.
"So, what am I supposed to call you by?" He asked.
"My name is not important, what is important is the decadent life you lived," It responded.
"Content to simply work to fund your so-called hobbies, you didn't start a family, nor had any children… As far as I see you were a parasite. And I think that I know where I should send you to teach you a lesson."
"Oh, you are one of those ROBs," He replied. "You can take your judgmental ass, find a dragon dildo and fuck yourself; I lived by society's laws, I caused no harm to others and fulfilled my duties as a son to my parents."
"That's not enough; your life was a soft one and you lived sheltered behind the backs of hard men who fought off anyone who would harm your little society. A parasite," The ROB replied. "And your attitude towards me doesn't help you at all. Thus, I will send you to replace a better person that was crushed by the realities of his world; see how it feels to have the weight of protecting others."
"Whatever R.O.B." He replies at that. "Let's get this over with."
"You don't have to hurry; there is just a little bit of a formality left for you to do," The ROB said as a large spinning wheel, much like the ones in those stupid TV shows his mother loved to watch, appeared in front of him. "Got to give you a small boon of some sort; the rules must be obeyed after all."
"Yeah, yeah…" He said as he gripped the wheel's handle and spun it around with all his strength. "I do hope that it doesn't do the dramatic click clacks like on TV."
The wheel spun and spun for what felt like several minutes as He and the ROB stood in silence.
"Is this supposed to take this long?" He asked.
"Your fragile mind cannot comprehend the intricacies of the system in place, it will spin as long as it needs," The ROB replied
They stood in silence again until finally the spinning wheel started to slow down, thankfully without the annoying clicks like on TV, until its pointer rested on one of a multitude of colorful yet unmarked triangles, in his case a red one.
"That's your boon, pick it up," The ROB said.
With a shrug he picked up the triangle and flipped it over to read it; he did a double take even if his eyes weren't real anymore and then started laughing.
The ROB was perplexed for a moment and then his astral body started shimmering before disappearing from that plane of existence, leaving only the triangle to fall down onto the floor.
Curious the ROB picked the red triangle up, confident that the boon would be as useless as all the other boons it had provided in the past; it flipped it over in turn and its astral eyes bulged out of its sockets.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO…" The ROB yelled in panic as it let the triangle fall down wrong face up; the single word 'Shaper' written clearly on it.
Spoiler: Author's NotesLast edited: May 12, 2026 Like ReplyReport Reactions:Rez, Eggmanstan, Louker and 329 othersdragoongfaMay 6, 2026Add bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Chapter 1: The asshole wakes up and goes for a walk in the forest View contentdragoongfaKnow what you're doing yet?May 6, 2026Add bookmark#2In another plane of existence, a despairing Hero who just wanted to end it all had just finished the forbidden ritual he had been given; he was the weakest Hero out of the four that goddess Iris has blessed, he was incompetent and he knew that he wouldn't amount to much. Worst of all he had witnessed all his companions fucking with the scumbags that were supposed to be two Heroes. He cared for all of them deeply and did everything he could, but they still chose to have sex and were ready to leave him for the ones who ridiculed him, assaulted him and traumatized him. He was truly pathetic.
"Perhaps someone else will do better..." Cloud muttered as he felt his soul dragged away before his body fell on the ground.
Moments later the body started laughing; a laughter of victory over a sanctimonious ROB who thought that simply living a lawful life wasn't enough. He had never harmed someone else, never stole and never took advantage of others; yet it still looked down on him as if he was scum. He could understand indifference; he expected it even but disdain and smugness out of some form of stupid moral superiority?
He couldn't really accept that and now he was laughing with all he had as he drew breath once more; he had gotten 'Shaper' as his boon for this new life. One of the most powerful powers from Worm, which was limited only by the foolishness of its previous host, full tactile biokinesis with the Thinker ability to comprehend and direct anything biological as long as the organic matter itself was still alive. The potential was endless if one was creative enough and he would get as creative as he could if only to spite that ROB.
When he stopped laughing and sat on his ass he focused on assessing his power and it replied. Full striker like in Worm but unlike that story he could also do some self-improvements with ease, anything on his body other than most vital organs, those he felt that he could do as well but he felt that he would have to make some preparations for the power to allow him. Thinking about it, he remembered that the Shards behind the powers had all the data from the previous harvests they had taken part in, did that mean that he had access to all the genetic information from the over 3000 worlds that Scion and Eden had harvested before the story of Worm?
He focused at it and he faced a mental wall of shorts, he sensed that his power had the information he enquired about but it was refusing to provide it to him; curious as to why he mentally asked himself about it and he instantly got the feeling that this time the power wanted to be used properly and it would withhold some of its more esoteric abilities until the new host proved itself capable.
"Don't worry, I am not an angsty teenage girl and I have an axe to grind with a particular ROB," He said out-loud but he received no response, just a feeling that he was being watched and judged.
"Now, where the fuck am I?" He asked and came out blank, he stood up and stretched as he slowly started getting glimpses of the previous owner's memories.
"Of course, the soul may have left but the brain still has the data," He said out loud. "Now, to recall all the crap the previous owner of the body lived through only for him to decide that he had enough."
He sat down and concentrated with Shaper to read the body's old memories, fully knowing that he would get depressed and angry and the memories didn't disappoint at all.
"Fucking sluts…" He muttered an hour later as he carefully lessened the emotional response from the previous Cloud's memories. That would allow him to act without any emotional barriers and would help judge the situation he was in better. "And of course he left a small journal for the one who comes after," He mutters when he finally reaches the memories of the ritual itself; he would have to do something about it, either hide it or burn it but that would have to come later as for now he has to assess the general situation he found himself in.
"High to Late Medieval world with magic, monsters, demons and the usual crap…" He said to no one in particular as he stood up and started pacing in circles in the small hut that Cloud had used for the ritual.
"I can work with this; I can really work with this…" He said out loud and thought about it. "Guess my name is Cloud now, there is a final fantasy joke somewhere on this world and I will eventually find it."
Cloud stopped his pacing at that and wondered if he still had the blessings of the Hero, since he was a new soul and all that. He concentrated with Shaper and he sensed something on his back; it was much like a series of tattoos and with some effort he managed to decipher them.
"Yep, levels and stats like a gaming system… Now, how to check if they still apply to the body and if I am still part of the leveling system?" Cloud asks himself and almost slaps himself on the head. "Just go and kill some monsters you moron. If you don't level up after killing a few thousands you are cut off."
He walked outside and started walking towards the edge of the nearby forest where he would hopefully find a way to track down some monsters to kill, thankfully the previous owner chose the particular hut because it was safely away from prying eyes and he and the three sluts that made up the party hadn't been in the area for long so he should have some time to test his new body and see what Shaper could do for him before they could find him.
After a long walk Cloud found a small clearing far enough from the village to be safe from prying eyes and decided to play around with Shaper for a bit, thinking that it was best to get some basic upgrades going before looking for actual trouble.
"But first, it's time to finally inspect the goods; how can I be called a man without knowing what I pack?" Cloud asked himself and cupped his crotch over his trousers, feeling momentary confusion about what he felt. "Smaller than a pinky finger; on full mast even? Can someone with such a micro penis even be called a man? It can't even penetrate properly!"
Two hours later, Cloud was in front of the entrance of a large cave he discovered after reading the brain of the bear he had Mastered and now used as a mount; apparently it was chased out of it by a large group of goblins a couple of weeks ago and it still remembered the fact.
"Alright Beary," Cloud said as he dismounted. "You are strong, but I haven't given you any upgrades so stay here while I go inside to clear the place out."
The Mastered bear didn't reply nor acknowledge him, and he didn't really care about it. It was just one of the many animals he had attracted with the pheromones and other smells he had let out while experimenting, after of course he made a proper bitch breaker for himself; a man needs to have his priorities straight.
His enhanced eyes allowed him to see in the dark, while his enhanced hearing and smell made him confident that there were no goblins after the cave's entrance.
"I thought that goblins were smart, shouldn't they have put up some sentries?" He muttered and shook his head. "Never mind, let's see if this works."
Cloud let down the large flesh blob of a backpack he had created by using a large boar as a biomass donor and place his hand on it; immediately a long snake like tendril with a group of compound eyes and some small holes at its proverbial head slithered off the fleshy blob and slowly made its way inside the cave. Using it to scout he quickly found the group of goblins, about 50 of them and the 5 hobgoblins that were leading them as they were busy gorging themselves on a large moose and a boar; a literal feeding frenzy as the goblins were fighting one another for scraps while the hobgoblins were laughing with each other while smacking down anyone that came too close to their lion's share of the hunt.
"Works for me," Cloud said and directed the fleshy blob he is holding to produce a colorless, odorless and very potent knockout gas through the scout tendril's holes. The results were glorious to behold; the goblins were quickly knocked unconscious amidst the frenzy while the hobgoblins barely managed to bark an alert at what was happening before they too were knocked out.
"Let's leave it going for a minute or two," Cloud said to himself and waited before instructing the flesh blob to cut off the production of the gas and retract the tendril. "Guess that this worked well enough." He said as he picked up the flesh blob again and wore it as a backpack again before going inside.
Shaper precluded him falling victim to any illness or poison but he had still made himself immune to this particular knockout gas as a sensible precaution; once inside the caves main chamber he momentarily cursed himself for the enhanced sense of smell he gave himself before remembering that he was in full control of it and he simply lessened the sense for the time being.
Standing over the unconscious goblins and hobgoblins he couldn't help but marvel at the absurd ugliness of their forms; pale mosh green with numerous warts, accompanied by ugly hair and even uglier teeth. Unfortunately, the goblins of this world were like the ones from goblin slayer in terms of the raping and they were just as nasty in everything else; this only served to make what he had to do next harder, not easier.
"Alright Shaper, you better appreciate this," Cloud said as he reluctantly touched a goblin and his mind was immediately filled with the full biological information of its being and a sense of appreciation came unbidden to the forefront of his thoughts. "You are welcome."
He proceeded to touch every other goblin and hobgoblin and he learned everything that there was to know about this particular species; like how they reproduced asexually whenever they had gorged themselves on food, each goblin spawning an offspring off its ass every couple of days together with their excrement, with the larger hobgoblins being able to shit out three to four goblins a day.
"So why the fuck do they rape everything that moves?" He asked himself and instantly thought of an answer. "Ah, Grimderp world; figures."
Thankfully they were a weak species that killed each other just as frequently as they attacked others or they would have become a pestilence on the world, instead they become truly dangerous whenever a survivor became old enough to go into a torpor after eating enough and slowly turning into a hobgoblin which was both the ruling class and heavy hitters of the species. A small group of goblins without a hobgoblin was a pest that even a group of drunk villagers could dispatch with their bare hands but once a hobgoblin emerges, they can become a swarm in a matter of weeks as long as there was enough food around.
"A truly shitty bottom feeder species for a shitty world," Cloud said and took out his sword and started stabbing.
He killed all 53 of the goblins first and didn't sense any difference on his back but he did feel a difference after the third hobgoblin, the numbers on his back increased and he felt somewhat stronger as a result.
"Guess that I am still in the system," He said and lopped off the head of the last two hobgoblins. "That's one worry covered; now, how can I check if the Hero stuff still applies?" Cloud asked himself and groaned when he remembered the companions the Hero had been saddled with. "And what the hell do I do with the three sluts?"
Spoiler: Author's NotesLast edited: May 17, 2026 Like ReplyReport Reactions:Rez, Dex, Eggmanstan and 384 othersdragoongfaMay 6, 2026Add bookmarkView discussionThreadmarks Chapter 2: The asshole talks to three moronic sluts, they cry View contentdragoongfaKnow what you're doing yet?May 6, 2026Add bookmark#3The Sluts were dumb, there was no other explanation after spending several nights reading their brains with Shaper; sure, the magician was 'smart' but she was still a self-absorbed moron. The so-called knight? Cloud shuddered to think about what the previous soul of his current body saw in her, childhood friends are all well and good when you are a child, but things change when you get responsibilities to uphold. The less said about the anal slut called a Saint Candidate the better.
He sighed and looked down at the three sitting but knocked out sluts in front of him; he had made sure that there would be no one bothering them in the inn they were staying in tonight so he could finally sit down to have a proper talk with them.
"Do I really want to have the talk though?" Cloud asked himself as he recalled the past two weeks. The three of them at least had the presence of mind to sense that something was now off with the Hero they followed but they didn't really enquire about it; just a question or two if he was well and they accepted his reassuring reply with a smile on their faces. Hell, the closest they came to question the differences was when they inquired about his new horse-riding skills, like that was supposed to be a hard skill to master. Now, he knew he was a passable actor in his previous life, life insurance salesmen had to be to make it work in their field of work but the knight knew the old soul for most of her life and the two others for about three years; for them not to pick up the change in personality was astounding. Then again, they also didn't realize that they pushed the old soul into suicide with their actions, so they probably only thought of dicks whenever they were awake.
"Oh well, I can always cut off their memories if I decide to ditch them," Cloud said to himself as he pocked each one at the head with a finger and waited for them to come to. He had of course rendered them unable to talk and move their limbs, why tie them up and gag them when some biokinesis would preclude them from yelling or doing something stupid like trying to run away or try to fight him?
They all opened their eyes at the same time, and it took them a few moments to realize that something was wrong, being unable to talk and move anything but the head should alarm even the most brain dead of people. They tried to talk, then yell and then scream at him to help, at least that was what their expressions and eyes betrayed, but he just sat there in front of them, waiting to see if they had something he hadn't accounted for under their proverbial sleeves.
After a minute of two of somewhat loud grunts and moans of distress he figured that he shouldn't be afraid of anything like that and decided to finally break the news.
"You three sluts are morons," He began. "I have been in this body for two weeks now and you hadn't even realized it; wondering if I was acting off because I realized what you had planned or not."
The three of them stopped trying to talk or yell at that and they just looked at him in shock at that.
"I mean, you didn't even realize that you pushed poor old Cloud into suicide; he could take the ridicule of being weak, he never stopped trying after all and he did show gradual improvements. He could take the abuse from Lorian and Gis, what's two more bullies to the village of disdain he grew up in? He could even take the fact that you were fucking said bullies behind his back; but you three deciding to leave him to go into the parties of the said two bullies? Nah, that was a bit too much; the last anchors he had in his life abandoning him was just too much so he decided to end it all. At first he thought to simply hang himself but he still thought about you and his duty as a Hero, if he killed himself under your care you would be blamed after all; he wasn't stupid enough to think that you would simply be allowed to live after the Hero of the Kingdom of Prona killed himself without you realizing anything," He couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"You Eri," He pointed at the magician. "Would have been certainly disowned by your family before being executed for failing your duties as a party member of the Hero, all in order to wash the shame from the family name. That's without them knowing that you planned to defect to another Kingdom to begin with, that's treason by a family member of a vassal house and it alone would get you the noose; with the Hero's death added on top? Drawn, Hanged and Quartered at the very least, thrown into the oubliette and forgotten more likely and tortured to death if your father was particularly angry."
"You Ophellia," He pointed at the Saint Candidate. "Burned at the stake for sure. Maybe lashed a few hundred times before that as penance for the steady stream of cocks you regularly put in your mouth and up your ass instead of caring for the Hero. Unless an inquisitor is bored and decides to pay you some personal attention, then you would get some hot pokers shoved into your orifices while being told to repent for your sins. Then healed and the process repeated until the inquisitor was satisfied, then finally you would be burned at the stake."
"You Neria," He pointed at the knight and once childhood friend of the former soul. "Firmly told that death was the only penance for allowing the Hero to die such an ignoble death. Add in treason by a vassal and oathbreaking by a sworn knight? Beheading at the very least. More likely it would be public flogging and then followed by being broken on the wheel as a much-needed example to remind sworn knights that their oaths are till death, a knight's before their sworn liege."
He stood up from his chair and spread his arms theatrically at that. "So what did poor Cloud decide to do in order to protect you from these fates? He found a ritual that would remove his soul from his body and bring another soul into it. He went for a walk, found an abandoned hut, drew the magic circle, fed it with his blood and then walked into it."
He paused for dramatic effect at that.
"You can feel some relief that it was painless and his last thought was the hope that someone else would do better," Cloud finished and sat back down on the chair. "Of course I don't know how that particular ritual works, for all I know the power that fed it came from the consumption of his soul which would mean that he literally chose soul death over having you three suffer. Think about it for a while and I will allow you to talk again."
Cloud remembered something at that.
"Ah and don't be afraid, I am still recognized by the Holy Sword as the Hero of Prona, it was one of the first things I checked once I returned from my little forest excursion two weeks ago. So, unless I decide that you are liabilities you won't suffer any repercussions for dear Cloud's soul departing this world."
He let them stew the new information for a bit. The first one to break into tears and crying was Neria, followed immediately by Ophelia and finally Eri; it was ugly crying, tears, sobs, snots, their faces getting red and morphed into expressions of pained anguish.
"Now, now, don't be like that. You all had your delusional fun after all, except maybe Neria at first, but it was all worth it I am certain," He teased them as he stood up and started poking their foreheads with a finger. "Let me hear how fun it all was." The wailing that immediately followed was even uglier and uncontrollable.
"Yes, let it all out, leave nothing behind," Cloud said mockingly and sat back down, confident that there was no one in hearing range that was able to hear the three wailing banshees who finally understood their positions and the consequences of their actions.
Neria was the first to compose herself somewhat, tears still running down her face but she now had the dignity to look him in the eyes before speaking.
"Who are you? A demon sent to torment us after taking over his body?" She asked at that.
"Now I am the bad guy?" Cloud asked at that. "No, I am just a random dead guy that a Random Omnipotent Being decided to toy with and taunt before sending me into this body. Jokes on it though, the boon I got out of that experience is certainly far better than it intended me to have."
"Why tell us all this?" Neria asked again.
"It was either telling you to gauge your reaction to judge if you are worthy to keep around or to disclose your intentions to the kingdom so you wouldn't be a liability to me anymore. Still haven't decided on that by the way," Cloud replied.
"Aren't you worried about us telling others about your change?" Eri finally asked.
"Still a recognized Hero," Cloud replied as he pointed at the Holy Sword on his hip. "And thanks to all of you not properly supporting the previous soul of this body I would certainly be seen as a superior version of Cloud, especially when I start using my boon."
He let a smile form on his face at that. "Of course I also have the ability to erase your memories of this discussion and then get you arrested and executed by the Kingdom; I certainly have gathered enough evidence against all of you if my word as a Hero wasn't enough. You are all very sloppy in keeping the incriminating letters hidden."
"I didn't want to leave, I had to…" Neria begun.
"In order to protect Cloud from Gis," He finished for her. "First there was a dagger on your nightstand, then a nightly visit where he had you suck his cock, then more visits and dick sucking and then the ultimatum to get in his party."
He looked at her with a blank expression before continuing.
"It all shows that you are a moron and a coward," He replied. "Neither Gis nor Lorian are suicidal to kill a Hero before our collective task is accomplished. The Empire wouldn't let it slide, nor the Church, nor Frillite who would immediately pursue them and execute any of the two, if not both of them. The precedent is there for previous Hero-killing Heroes, they lose their divine mandate and after they are hunted down and executed a new Hero will be selected to rise up in their stead. It's obvious that their suppression and sabotage of Cloud's efforts was for after the Demon King was dealt with, that's when the knives came out for all previous Heroes."
He shook his head at that.
"So yeah, my life and physical integrity are sacrosanct until the Demon King is dealt with, you all know it but for some reason you convinced yourself that Gis would somehow go ahead with it. He isn't stupid enough for that, so he did a little song and dance of being oh so dangerous and suddenly you are putting his cock in your mouth and conspiring to break your oath in order to join his party all for 'my own' protection," He chuckles at that. "You want to know what a proper loyal knight would have done in your situation?"
Neria just stared at him with a blank expression.
"The moment he put his cock in your mouth you should have chomped down hard, bitten it off and swallowed," Cloud said matter of factly. "He would immediately kill you as a result but a Hero's party member is almost as sacrosanct as the Hero itself, him sexually assaulting you and killing you when you defended yourself would have resulted in his censure, execution and the divine selection of a new Hero. Your knightly duties would have been fulfilled, and your honor would have been intact. The previous Cloud would have certainly mourned you but your death would have been the mental kick necessary for him to get truly serious with his duties. He would certainly not consider suicide, like he did after he learned of your plans to abandon him; he would instead become maniacally focused on his duty in order to make up for his failure towards you." He leaned back at that. "And yes, I do retain all of his life's memories and yes, your betrayal was the tipping point. The slut nun and the gold-digging mage, those hurt because he had come to care about them as well but you, he trusted you implicitly; one could say even loved but since he didn't have any positive social outlet other than you for most of his life I would say that his feelings of you were more complicated than mere infatuation."
Neria deliberately avoided his gaze and looked down at that, causing him to snort and look at Eri.
"Anything you want to say?"
"What happens now?" Eri asked.
"That's a broad question but I can answer it. First I have to continue being the Hero, freshly transplanted soul or not I have the blessing and thus the mandated duty to do as a Hero must do; if I don't, I get everyone after my ass to force me back on track so I don't have much of a choice on that; I see it as a last fuck you by the ROB who sent me here," Cloud began. "You three thus become my liabilities, if I break the party in amicable terms those who wish to harm me will, either directly or indirectly, come after you and if I want to keep up with the general expectations of being a Hero I would have to come to your aid. Same if I do allow you three to break the party and go to the two scumbag Heroes afterwards but worse, you would be a big stain in the reputation I have to salvage; I would be expected to check up on your situation and act accordingly if you were mistreated. You would also be tools against me and the Kingdom of Prona by the two Heroes who have some sort of vendetta against me. As thus I see two acceptable paths going forward."
Cloud theatrically lifted a finger at that.
"The first is to deliver you to the King's court, condemning you as the treasonous harlots you are with the result being your executions; would be a small hit on my reputation but it would allow me to eventually divert a lot of the rumors of incompetence on you after the fact because the traitors were certainly sabotaging me from the start, at the instruction of the foreign Heroes they planned to defect to of course," He paused for breath and smiled. "This is the easier path of the two, for me at least."
He then lifted the second finger at that.
"The second path is for you to stick with me loyally from now on, no deviations, no further dalliances with others and no showing anything less than the proper behavior of a Heroic party; the two scumbags will try to immediately retaliate against you in this case but I am confident that I can shield you from them because the boon I got for reincarnating on this world is just that potent. This is the most troublesome path for me; I don't trust any of you, it will involve a lot of work to rebuild all of our images, I will even have to backtrack in our journey and have everyone who fucked Ophelia up the ass die in horrid but oddly ironic circumstances for spreading such disgusting lies about my treasured party member," He sighed. "Furthermore, despite what Eri believes you are all weak as you are now; you fall short when you are compared to any of the other Heroic party members; which leads me to believe that the others want you only for leverage against me with everything that entails on how you would be treated in their parties."
Cloud looked at the three of them, the trails of tears on their faces still visible on their faces but he was certain that he had their full attention at this point. He smiled and started wiggling his raised fingers before continuing.
"The original Cloud sacrificed his soul so you could get to live; I frankly don't care about honoring his desires, he is gone and I would have preferred for my soul to go to whatever afterlife I was supposed to go; even Hell would be preferable as that would have been the result of my actions on my previous life but a Random Omnipotent Being decided to be an asshole so here I am," Cloud shook his head at that. "I think that I am repeating myself here."
"So how about this: sell me whichever path you want to follow and if I like your pitch we will go with that." Cloud said to the three of them.
"You want us to tell you what to do going forward?" Eri asked with obvious disbelief.
"No, I want you to convince me which of the two paths I find acceptable to follow; I am open minded enough to hear alternatives but you three are too fucking stupid to offer a better solution than what I came up with," Cloud replied.
"I want to live…" Eri whispered after a few moments.
"Everyone wants to live Eri!" Cloud said. "Except the Original Cloud, you all made sure to sap his will to live out of him."
"What if I take the blame?" Neria asked. "I will admit everything and anything, that I deliberately sabotaged all of us, that I planned to kill you, anything that comes to mind. Let me die but let these two live."
"A martyrdom play?" Cloud asked. "Could work but do you honestly think that Eri's family or the Church would not try to bury any blame towards them without burying both Eri and Ophelia with said blame? Even if they only received a slap on the wrist the Kingdom would not accept them to remain my party members after such a scandal, there would be a lot of pushback for them to be replaced and frankly I would agree to change them for any proposed alternatives provided they were even marginally better; which again would make them targets for attack against my reputation."
All three remained silent for a good minute after that until Ophelia spoke.
"Would you really have to kill everyone I…"
Cloud interrupted her with a groan.
"Yes, you fucking anal slut!" He said with derision. "My reputation is in the shitter already and I have to use all the tools at my disposal to turn it around; if you are a dead traitor your actions would be those of a traitor. If you are part of my party your actions reflect on me; a Saint Candidate opening her butt cheeks to every cock interested to fill her up is a scandal big enough to fully paint anyone's face with the mixture of cum and shit you crapped out every time afterwards. The original heard enough subtle jokes about you and your butthole to fill a book and I really don't want to hear the same everywhere I go. Out of the three you are the one who knowingly did the most damage to the party; reputation is everything for a Hero and having a slut for a Saint Candidate as a party member is a bigger problem than being the weakest Hero because weakness can be overcome, a widespread reputation of moral depravity by a Saint Candidate cannot. I will have to bring the fury of god down on everyone who besmirches your 'good name' and make it a taboo to even consider touching the subject."
Ophelia looked down in shame at that before continuing.
"I never wanted to be a Saint Candidate."
"Then you should have left the convent and lived your life as you wished. No one chained you to remain with the church but it was the comfort of what you knew against what you didn't know about," Cloud berated her. "In short, you were a coward who went with the flow and when the opportunity arose you discarded the morals you were meant to follow because you like dicks up your ass." He continued and chuckled a bit when he realized something.
"You know what the funny thing is?" Cloud asked her and she just shook her head. "It would have been acceptable if you had offered your ass and mouth to the Original for him to ravage at will but his tiny dick would have never been enough for you," He patted the bulge on his crotch at that. "That problem was the very first thing I fixed when I got put in his body."
"Huh?" Ophelia just looked confused at that.
"I increased it to 'bitch breaker' status," Cloud explained. "The tool I had in my previous life was just a bit above average; served me quite well too but I have my pride as a man and since I was given the means to create a tool of awe and terror I did just that."
Ophelia and Eri first looked at him and then down at his crotch.
"I had been told that my previous size was the ideal one and a cock too big hurts but I can change the size whenever I feel like it," He bragged.
Neria just looked him with open disdain on her face.
"What?" He asked her
"Having you talk like that with Cloud's face is just wrong," She said with a forced even expression.
"The fact that he was self-conscious about his size was the main reason not to ask you out you know," He informed her. "A mix of embarrassment and certainty that he wouldn't be able to satisfy you."
"That's…"