Heavenly Army, Doraon dorai_ By Ooahan JS
The princess—the one who unleashed chaos upon the Middle Realm.
The one who brought suffering upon the peaceful souls meant to rest there.
A high-level criminal of the Celestial Realm.
The Middle Realm is a sanctuary—a place where spirits, freed from the greed and jealousy of the mortal world, await their next life.
A realm of pure serenity, where souls are meant to heal and cultivate wisdom.
And yet, she shattered that peace.
By disturbing the Middle Realm, she sent shockwaves through the mortal world, making life here even more unbearable.
So naturally, I had to take a closer look at this infamous disgrace of a princess.
I had read her physical description in her records, but I was still curious—what did she actually look like?
…And the moment I laid eyes on her, I had only one thought.
Wow. She’s ugly.
No, really. Just plain ugly.
I could tell from her face alone that she’d had a rough life.
And as someone who’s overheard plenty about human beauty standards, I knew one thing for sure—ugly humans are losers in their own world.
I understand why mortals are obsessed with resembling gods.
But here’s the truth: physical beauty means nothing in the spiritual realm.
No matter how flawless someone’s face is, their energy doesn’t lie.
True beauty comes from the soul.
The Celestial Realm is filled with radiant souls—and their energy shapes their external forms.
The aura they exude is something no human could ever replicate.
It’s tragic, really—how humans waste their lives chasing after appearances instead of seeking true spiritual refinement.
If only they knew…
But back to the matter at hand.
The once-revered princess of the Celestial Realm—
The beloved daughter of the Jade Emperor himself—
Was now sprawled out on a bed, wearing a baggy, hole-ridden t-shirt and faded sweatpants, mouth wide open, snoring like a beast.
Even in the Middle Realm, there aren’t slobs this bad.
Sure, she reincarnated as a human, but must she live in filth?
Could she at least try to be presentable?
What happened to the regal, dignified princess I once knew?
And worst of all…
I’m stuck with her for three years.
This is my mission.
My curse.
“Bring her back to the Celestial Realm. You have three years.”
“I accept the mission!”
I was confident—determined.
But now, seeing her in person…
I feel completely defeated.
This wasn’t a problem that could be solved in three years.
This wasn’t just bad habits—this was who she was.
To turn a beast into a god?
In three years?
Impossible.
For a brief moment, I wondered if I had the wrong person.
Maybe there was a coordinate error in my teleportation?
Maybe this mess wasn’t actually the princess?
Desperate for an answer, I activated the Mortal Realm Adaptation Guide & Mission Clear Manual implanted in my brain.
I received this before deployment—a neural link of sorts, similar to what Elon Musk dreams of creating.
The moment the program loaded, something inside me changed.
A god cannot properly adapt to the mortal world.
A god’s natural compassion would only make them weep for humanity every single day.
So to survive here, I was granted a secondary consciousness—
One that would suppress my divine instincts and allow me to function as a human.
My celestial self and my mortal self were now evenly split at 50% each.
With this, I would blend into the mortal world.
First, I ran a soul verification scan on the woman lying in bed.
Was this truly the fallen princess?
…100% match.
Ah, damn it.
I really am in the right place.
Which means…
It’s time to complete my first objective.
I must form a contract with the princess.
The contract must be of her own free will—
No force, no coercion.
The Celestial Realm does not tolerate oppression or violence.
A thousand possible scenarios flashed through my mind.
I had to choose the most effective and guaranteed method.
And so—
I laid down on the bed.
The plan was simple.
But then, something strange happened.
My heart… started pounding.
What the hell was this?
I had never felt something like this before.
Was it because my consciousness was now half-human?
…Fascinating.
Now, according to her records—
The princess had an unusual obsession with long hair.
Yes.
You heard that right.
An obsession.
(…The word obsession sounds a little dirty, doesn’t it? But no, she just really likes long hair.)
And as fate would have it…
My hair, the most divine and silky in the entire Celestial Realm,
Might have been the exact reason I was chosen for this mission.
Yes, you’ve guessed it.
If she touches my hair, the contract is sealed.
Easy, right?
So, I pulled the blanket over myself, pretending to be asleep, and waited.
Any moment now, she would wake up, see my divinely perfect hair, and fall for the bait.
And yet…
Why is my heart still racing?
I don’t understand this feeling.
I was given five mission rules.
- No insults or crude language toward the princess.
- No intentional or inappropriate physical contact.
- No revealing celestial secrets—heavenly knowledge must remain undisclosed.
- I must guide the princess to awaken her own divinity.
- I cannot freely use my divine powers.
Within these rules, I must clear this mission within three years.
I already feel like crying.
Ah.
She’s awake.
She’s getting up and walking toward me.
And yet…
Why is my heart pounding even faster?
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