Possessed in a Game That Is Full of Mods

409 – Later Story: Planet-level gacha plan – 4

To conclude, 1st place is faithful to the concept of ‘raising’, but the level of completion is so high that even Eclipse nods that it is plausible. Segretus, who created the world, took it.

“Well done, my daughter.”

“Isn’t it obvious, Mom? “Whose daughter am I?”

Minerva was very proud that her own daughter had risen to her first place, and Segretus was her equal.

Eileen, who always stuck with Segretus whether willingly or against others, grumbled and tried to say something, but Caecilia stopped her with her eyes. Even though the daughters didn’t know, the mothers were in a normal congratulatory mood.

In fact, it should be said that Segretus used his brain smartly.

If you are in the front order, you can talk to me earlier and be hugged earlier, but if you are in the back order, you can see how the previous order is evaluated and modify the world to suit my kiss.

When determining the order, there was a competition over who would go back rather than front, and as a result, everyone seemed to have noticed this, as Eileen, Luce, and Segretus were all in the back row.

‘If I had gone ahead with the original plan, I probably would have never succeeded.’

Originally, I was going to just give some advice and help decorate the planet or something. When they came back here, they said they had decided on the order, but it had become a structure where they were competing for rankings.

It was a secret that only her wives and I knew, so I pretended not to know because I couldn’t put a candle to a situation that burned my motivation like that.

“This is such cruel treatment, father…” … Could you please give me one more chance? ….”

When Segretus’ bragging time was over, Viola cried and begged me. To say she was a victim is ambiguous, but in any case, the person who suffered the most here was Viola, who did not even qualify to participate.

Segretus, who had been laughing excitedly at Viola for being self-employed, when I comforted her and said I would give her some time later, she quickly followed suit and burst into tears.

Feeling appalled, I went to comfort Segretus, and in the end, I was finally able to regain peace after comforting all 13 of my 13-year-old daughters who were crying one after another.

I actually cried, not just a metaphor. Ahhhhh. Even Eileen, Laurelia, and Victoria, who usually had quite serious personalities, were no exception.

“You’re too back, Delta. You have to be able to be firm when it comes to hitting. If this continues, it will only get worse. Well, we’re all smart kids, so we won’t cross the line.”

I was just about to sit down and catch my breath after coaxing all my daughters, who couldn’t even stand the price, to stop crying, when Aurora shouted.

Honestly, I know that I am seriously soft on my daughters. But what can I do when I can’t bear to see my daughters sullen or crying?

No matter how hard I tried to calm down, I couldn’t do it the moment tearful eyes or brightly opened eyes clung to my arm.

Once tears start to form in the eyes that look just like me, my body knows it’s fake and my body starts to panic.

When I conveyed my feelings, Aurora laughed and said that nothing had changed in over 160 years. I also heard countless times that her daughters appealed to me even more actively because of my tendency.

“If we only look at the results, it should be considered a failure, right?”

The first experiment ended with Segretus winning first place, but problems still remained. After sending all my daughters away, I opened my mouth, and Rize and Erika nodded.

“It’s a failure. “It didn’t really feel like I was looking for or developing a boyfriend.”

“That’s right. “Rather than that, I feel like I was more focused on how to get praise from you, Delta.”

It was like that. Except for the first hitters, Regina and Selena, as well as Angela and Renee, everyone else who followed Harna’s example was only focused on how to get my attention.

‘Did I give the score for no reason?’

Harna had done something so shocking that she had done it reflexively, but now that she looked back, she felt like she had done something useless. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have become a scorer.

“Is there a proper way?”

“In fact, I guess it doesn’t exist. “The surest way is to get angry or scold Delta to stop doing that, but do you think that’s possible?”

Aurora glanced at me while saying that. Minerva, who also glanced at me, shook her head on behalf of Cai Kilia.

“I can assure you that it is impossible.”

Everyone seemed to agree with those words. I had no intention of saying no because I was also stung.

“Well, if there really isn’t a way, I think the number of Delta clones will increase tremendously in the future, hehehe… ….”

Nyx smiled darkly and opened his mouth. The word ‘extremely’ struck me again.

That’s because we tested them starting with the eldest children. Right now, Evangelina and Seraphica’s daughters alone are thirty-two. If you include Stella and Selene’s daughters, the number is well over 50.

If you add the daughters of the remaining wives to that, and since the plans for children are not yet complete, what if you also add in the daughters to be born in the future? If I make a mistake, I might end up creating more than 200 clones of myself.

‘…… That’s not allowed. Never.’

As soon as I thought of my daughter dating someone who looked exactly like me, getting married, getting pregnant, and giving birth to a child, I unconsciously tightened my grip. I absolutely did not want to see something like that.

“If you think about the worst case scenario, yes. “But I don’t think you’ll like it.”

“Yes. That’s right. “I like Regina because he’s my husband, but I don’t like all men who look like her husband.”

“Selena is like that too. This is not something that can be solved just by blindly creating an alter ego. “There is no way you would allow that.”

Everyone has already expressed their unfavorable opinion indirectly, asking why they would choose a replica over me, the original. This is not something that can be solved simply by creating an alter ego.

Evangelina and Seraphica kept their mouths shut and closed their eyes as if meditating. I looked at them both blankly and then nudged Eclipse.

“If the goddess had done her job properly, we wouldn’t have had to worry about this.”

“Well, that’s why men also worked hard to create the next world!”

“It didn’t seem like you put a lot of effort into it, did you?”

Eclipse seemed to have hit the nail on the head and answered with silence. That tendency will probably last a lifetime.

“There’s no way you’d get tired of creating a perfect model of me, right?”

I gave this answer to the question of whether I would get tired of making women all the time.

I couldn’t refute that statement. If you only look at appearances, there is nothing that can describe Eclipse other than perfection.

Even if his personality is far from perfect.

“A good idea occurred to me.”

Seraphica and Evangelina, who had lowered their eyelids and were quietly lost in thought, opened their eyes at the same time. Purple and green pupils slowly looked around at us sitting in the conference room.

Evangelina smiled and continued her older sister’s words.

“Wouldn’t it be faster to persuade just one woman to change her mind than to persuade more than a hundred sisters one by one?”

What?

I placed a balm on the heads of Luna and Floretta, or rather Seraphica and Evangelina, and then hung a sketchbook around their necks and made them hold up their hands.

Even though special measures were taken, the chaotic atmosphere did not easily subside, and the glances at me were suspicious, so I had no choice but to end the meeting in vain.

‘You really won’t try to persuade me instead of your daughter, right?’

I returned to the room feeling a little anxious.

“Oh, welcome, you.”

Someone who entered the room first greeted me with a friendly yet strange voice.

She sits with her back against the head of the bed, raises her arms and crosses them behind her neck, exposing her armpits, barely covers her important parts with a gold-colored piece of cloth, and puts her legs to the side with her knees bent. Opened wide so that the private part was clearly visible…….

“What on earth are you doing in dad’s room, Freesia?”

Phrygia.

I grabbed my dizzy head and waved my hands. The spread legs closed, the arms returned to their original state, and the armpits disappeared between the forearms and chest.

Suddenly, a thick blanket was covered over her, putting an end to my daughter’s escapades. Phrygia, her whole body tied up, stuck out only her head and grumbled.

“How did you know, Dad? “I’m sure my eye color is the same as my mom’s.”

“Do you know how many times it has already been attempted before you say that, princess?”

As the saying goes, this has happened countless times over the past 160 years because the daughters looked so much like their mother that it was difficult to trace any of their genes except for eye color.

Most of them were stopped from my line or by mothers who tried to come in a little earlier than me and saw someone who looked exactly like them lying in bed first.

In the case of Nyx, there was a time when he made me freak out by tying Harna up and proposing to have s*x with her right in front of her, saying that she should be punished for sneaking in at will.

“And, when you become a father, are you afraid that you won’t be able to tell the difference between your daughter and your wife?”

“If you can’t tell the difference, where does it go?”

“A lot goes by, my cute, cute and lovely daughter.”

That too, a lot.