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Conquering My Enemy from My Past Life chapter 4

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After the table was cleared, and everyone left, I collapsed onto the bed, mentally drained.

At least I didn’t have to worry about health issues from lying down immediately after eating.

Pulling the blanket up to my chin like in my previous life, I noticed the gauge tick up slightly again, as if praising me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Despite everything, the gauge still wasn’t fully recovered.

If it drops that quickly, shouldn’t it fill back up just as fast?

What are these standards, even?

Frustrated, I buried my head in the pillow, glaring at the status window until my eyes felt like they might fall out.

But there was no point fighting a one-sided battle against an unresponsive system.

If the status window was this merciless, my focus had to shift to one thing: the mission.

Meeting the Fourth Prince… and befriending him.

But how?

At the beginning of my possession—six years ago for me—I knew almost nothing about the Fourth Prince.

He was reclusive, staying holed up in his palace.

Well, not actually holed up—he was secretly sneaking out through hidden passages, preparing for a rebellion.

Back then, I, freshly dropped into this foreign world, had no idea what to do and spent most of my time lying in bed.

Naturally, I had almost no chance to meet the Fourth Prince, aside from brief glimpses when he caused trouble.

We barely spoke. I knew his face and voice, but that was it.

In my previous life, it hadn’t been an issue.

Time passed on its own, and my servants handled everything for me.

Life was easy, like sipping sweet nectar.

But not anymore.

If I fail this mission with the Fourth Prince, there’s a high chance my life will end the same way it did before.

Which means one thing: I’ll die.
In order to meet the fourth prince, I’d have to act differently from my past life.

If I did that, the gauge would go down.

And if it emptied completely, something unfortunate would likely happen to me.

Just like the last leaf falling from a tree.

What do you call a situation like this? Hamlet? “To be or not to be, that is the question”?

No, more like, “To die or to die, that is the question.”

No matter what I do, I’m doomed.

In that case, shouldn’t I choose the option with the better odds of survival?

If that’s the case, then meeting the prince was the logical choice.

Failing to meet him would guarantee death.

But even if I faced penalties when the gauge emptied, it couldn’t possibly be worse than dying.

Plus, the gauge could be refilled.

Refilling it—that was key.

After all, unless I remembered every single detail of my actions six years ago, it was impossible to avoid lowering the gauge entirely.

So, why not think of it as currency?

Like in games, where you have to spend money or resources to enter a stage.

With that mindset, I felt much more at ease.

I didn’t remember everything I did over the past six years, but I could recall the major events.

In addition, based on my behavioral patterns from that time, it wasn’t hard to predict how I might have reacted to certain situations. I clenched my fists tightly.

‘It’ll work out somehow.’

And if it didn’t… well, then I’d die again, I suppose.

“Alright, then let’s… meet the prince…”

I was back to square one.

How should I go about meeting him?

Sigh.

Lying down with my arms spread wide, I let out a deep breath.

The best thing about this body was its natural healing ability.

In my original body, I had been a typical office worker plagued by irregular habits, overwork, and complete lack of exercise.

When I first transmigrated into this body, it had felt like an entirely new world.

A body without acid reflux or chronic fatigue… Even thinking about it now moved me.

Though, to be fair, my health was a mere 12.

So, I lay there doing absolutely nothing.

If I’d had a phone, I’d have refreshed the news endlessly, but of course, I didn’t.

Even the thought of holding something in my hands felt like too much effort.

Lying down and zoning out—or sleeping—was the best.

The attendants and servants would feed me, dress me, and arrange for me to meet people.

Truly a wonderful life.

Until I died, that is.

“It really was so nice…”

I began counting the patterns on the ceiling.

Maybe I could associate each pattern with a potential solution.

One, two, three…

Damn it. Not a single idea came to mind.

What’s worse, it had been six years.

Aside from lying around, I barely remembered anything I did back then.

I mostly just lay around.

When guests came, I greeted them.

My schedule was always relayed to me by Cloden.

‘…’

Think carefully. It wasn’t like I had done anything proactive.

I was inherently lazy, and back then, I had been even more spaced out and thoughtless than I am now.

‘But… what exactly am I supposed to do once I meet the fourth prince?’

Finally, my thoughts turned to the real issue.

To be precise, what was I supposed to achieve by befriending him?

Beg him not to kill me?

Huh?

“…!”

My eyes shot open.

That’s it!

The fourth prince had tracked down the rightful tower master—who had been chased out by this body’s original owner, the fake villain tower master—to claim the throne.

In that process, I was executed.

So, if I help him ascend to the throne before he finds the rightful tower master, wouldn’t that solve the problem?

Then, he wouldn’t need to go through the trouble of finding the real one.

Even if he’s already searching, I could make him swear an oath in exchange for the throne: that he won’t kill me no matter what.

Of course, he’d find it suspicious, but I’ll just insist on the oath first.

Alright, let’s go with that!

Rarely had I ever felt so motivated.

I sprang to my feet and kept thinking.

Just the act of meeting me would be a tremendous honor for the current prince.

But what if I openly declared I’d help him become emperor?

And all it would cost him was sparing one villain’s life?

Honestly, for the fourth prince, that would be an incredible deal.

Pacing around the room, I eventually stopped at the desk and began flipping through the books and papers stacked there.

I couldn’t remember if I had done this in my past life, but the gauge went up slightly.

An unexpected bonus.

Among the items on the desk was a thin booklet that resembled a certificate.

When I opened it, it turned out to be a collection of clothing designs.

Wow.

They say when one thing starts to work out, everything falls into place.

Unconsciously, I smacked the designs with my palm.

It was an act of admiration.

Of course, I wasn’t impressed by the clothing designs themselves.

Looking at the illustrations jogged my memory: shortly after I transmigrated, a grand ball had been held.

Naturally, the fourth prince had attended—but not in an ordinary fashion.

Though he lived in seclusion, he occasionally made striking appearances.

Just enough to leave an impression without crossing any serious lines.

One of those infamous incidents over the past six years had occurred at that ball.

And what kind of incident was it exactly…?

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