["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" is deeply hurt!]

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" is deeply hurt!]

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" is deeply hurt!]

The tinkling protest notification from the Word Spirit was drowned out by the sound of 2 billion cash being deducted.

[ Using the ‘Genre Change Ticket (Trial Version)’. Would you like to check the result?]

"Please! Please! Please!"

My heart pounded and my breath came in gasps as I squeezed my eyes shut.

Like someone who’d just come to a halt after sprinting at full speed, I had to take a moment to calm down before I could summon the courage.

"Confirm!"

And the result that appeared the moment I opened my eyes...

[ Your genre is: ‘R-19 Dark Imprisonment Romance Fantasy Possession Story’.]

"......Huh?"

Romance... Well, it does say romance, but...

"It’s rofan, which is good, but what’s with the intensity and those keywords at the start...?!"

["The Eye Watching the Chaos of All Things" covers its eyes at the shameless genre.]

["The Scales that Judge the Soul" boasts that everything is going exactly as planned.]

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" trembles in defeat.]

["The Cynical Balancer of Order" chuckles, saying they see keywords Reid would totally like.]

["The Architect of the Tower of Trials" expresses their wish that at least the prison is a tower.]

["The Manager of the Creative Economy" doesn't care and is satisfied with 2 billion in cash sales.]

I cleared away the flood of notifications and glared back at the genre.

The problem wasn’t just the modifiers in front of romance fantasy. The stuff tagged after it was a problem too.

"Possession story? I’m already possessed and in this world, so I have to get possessed again?"

Even the system seemed confused.

[ Warning. The trial genre ‘R-19 Dark Imprisonment Romance Fantasy Possession Story’ is too drastically different from the current genre ‘Fantasy Raid Infinite Regression’! Unable to overcome worldbuilding dissonance!]

So what am I supposed to do?!

[ Warning. If the problem is not resolved within 30 seconds, a genre detachment penalty will occur!]

What?! That’s not fair!

My sense of injustice exploded, but there was no time to protest.

[Time remaining: 29 seconds... 28 seconds... 27 seconds...]

"Aaaaaaagh!"

As I watched the countdown to the end of the world, fear overtook my anger.

"...Judging by your face, something seriously wrong has happened, hasn’t it?"

I didn’t even have the presence of mind to respond to Reid. My brain had already shut down, so I could only scream inwardly and call to the gods.

"Word Spirit! This is bad! What do I do now?!"

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" reassures you that everything will be fine if you just resolve the issue the system pointed out.]

"I don’t even know what the problem is!"

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" says the issue is that there’s no place to imprison someone.]

"Really? Then should I just drag someone somewhere and lock them up?!"

Desperate, I glanced sharply at Reid, then at the door to the next room. Across from us was the bedroom.

["The Scales that Judge the Soul" cheers on your aggressive approach.]

["The Cynical Balancer of Order" gives you a hint that you also need to resolve the possession aspect.]

"And how am I supposed to do that?! Gods, hurry! Only ten seconds left!"

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" tells you not to worry, that everything has been arranged, and to just relax and let yourself go.]

And that’s when it happened.

Boom, a heavy vibration swept through my entire body.

"This is..."

Reid immediately grew alert and pulled me into his arms. At that moment, a shockwave swept the area again, rippling the space around us.

I recognized this sensation.

"Dungeon Sync!"

So this was the cause of the sudden disaster.

[ Notification. The ‘Event Dungeon Entry Ticket’ is automatically used.]

It was the item I got after completing the “Final Boss Indoctrination Level 6” quest.

The description had said it was created to give me generous rewards, but now its true nature was revealed.

"It was for genre implementation?!"

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" apologizes, saying there was no other way.]

["The Cynical Balancer of Order" is impressed by the Word Spirit's trick to protect you.]

["The Inspector of Forbidden Revelations" has returned after a long time and is disappointed the demon dragon wasn’t summoned.]

["The Scales that Judge the Soul" eagerly wonders what kind of dungeon it will be.]

At that moment, the door leading to the bedroom—just as I’d been thinking about—flew open, and a vortex burst forth. A supernatural force sucked us in.

A sparkling system message hovered over my head, welcoming me. Thanks to that, I could now see the name of the dungeon implemented for the “R-19 Dark Imprisonment Romance Fantasy Possession Story” genre.

It was...

[ You have entered the dungeon of unknown difficulty, ‘Suspicious Count Heisenberg’s Mansion’.]

"Oh no!"

Realizing I was doomed, I fainted.

Chapter 18. Suspicious Count Heisenberg’s Mansion

When I came to in the dungeon, a standard beginning for a possession story was waiting for me.

In other words, I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

Having fainted, my brain had briefly shut down, so to get it moving again, I opened the system window and reconfirmed the genre.

[ Your genre is: ‘R-19 Dark Imprisonment Romance Fantasy Possession Story’.]

Yep. I hadn’t read it wrong.

"Damn it..."

My back ached. Probably because I wasn’t lying on a bed, but cold marble flooring.

The place I was in had a high ceiling and wide open space all around.

Judging by the ornate chandeliers hanging everywhere and the abundance of artwork, it looked like the grand hall of some noble’s estate.

But instead of feeling luxurious, the dominant impression was gloomy and heavy.

Light filtered weakly through the opaque glass windows, and the few lit candles flickered nervously.

["The Cynical Balancer of Order" enjoys the eerie atmosphere.]

["The Eye Watching the Chaos of All Things" covers its eyes, saying it feels scary for some reason.]

The object ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ most responsible for this ominous vibe sat in the middle of the hall.

"A coffin."

A wooden box meant to house the shell of the dead, surrounded by pure white flowers. It looked like a literal flower grave.

Only after realizing this was a funeral hall did I notice what I was wearing. A jet-black dress—not modest, but flashy and somewhat revealing. Still, it was funeral attire.

I adjusted the black lace veil that was partially blocking my view and sat down on a nearby chair.

First thing to check...

"Agnes. Agnes, are you here?"

No reply came.

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" informs you that Agnes was sent to the Sanctuary of Saints (Lv.1).]

["The Scales that Judge the Soul" smiles suggestively, saying it was an excellent choice considering the genre.]

I ignored the Scales’ comment and focused on what the Word Spirit said.

"The Sanctuary of Saints? What’s that?"

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" explains it’s like a resting area for saints of past timelines.]

["The Architect of the Tower of Trials" tsks, saying Agnes hasn't converted yet and was sent to the Order Church’s hall.]

["The Word Spirit That Constructs Worlds" sobs, saying the Order Church was ruined in the last timeline, and even the hall is falling apart.]

["The Cynical Balancer of Order" clicks their tongue at the crocodile tears.]

"Well, as long as she’s safe, that’s all that matters."

Now I could focus on my own situation.

"Sigh..."

A sigh escaped me.

I was now possessed inside an R-19 dark imprisonment story. I’ve been a possession-story veteran for ten years and trapped in dungeons more times than I can count, so this wasn’t shocking.

But there was a fatal problem.

"This isn’t a novel I’ve read."

["The Inspector of Forbidden Revelations" finds your dilemma deeply amusing.]

["The Cynical Balancer of Order" likes the fair and privilege-free balance.]

I realized which work I’d possessed into the moment I saw the dungeon welcome message. Time to lift my head and check again.

[ You have entered the dungeon of unknown difficulty, ‘Suspicious Count Heisenberg’s Mansion’.]

The name was written right there.

—A novel?

—Yeah.

—What’s the title?

—The Secret of Heisenberg’s Mansion.

It was a demon-world novel that Reid had shown interest in at the Library of All Things. As expected from the demons’ refined taste, the keywords were something like #HighHeat #Adultery #Imprisonment.

Anyway, I’d never read it, so I could only rely on the rough summary Reid had given me.

"What was it again...? The Countess locks up the protagonist who came to offer condolences at her husband’s funeral...?"