Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)
Academy of Desire: The Golem and the Hidden Power

In the vast and mystical lands of Aethoria, a world where magic flowed as freely as the wind, stood the kingdom of Veridia. Within it was the prestigious Saint Aethelgard Academy, which boasted recognition as the primary school for magical training and future heroes who would harbor great talent. However, due to a failed experiment, multiple students and some teachers suffered as their souls were separated from their bodies and sent to other worlds without knowing the cause, creating chaos in the school due to the sudden and inexplicable change undergone by prestigious figures, among whom were royalty from other races like princesses, nobles, or bearers of unique and irreplaceable talents.

"....."

Among those affected was the most advanced golem ever created up to that point, who was assigned the name Emilia Lorekeeper. She had an childlike appearance, short stature, and slender figure, with short black hair and green eyes. Inside her now resided the soul of a cowardly flatterer, who throughout his life had served the powerful, obeying every order given to him for fear of getting hurt.

He was weak, not athletic, not smart, much less popular or even decent; however, despite all that, he managed to survive in a world where he was always used, deceived, and hurt by those in power, which had forced him to adopt a mentality of servitude to live—something he thought he had left behind after being reborn in his new body.

(Ugh, do I really have to keep doing this?)

However, his plans did not go as he expected when, after waking up in the world of Aethoria, invaded by euphoric joy, he ran, jumped, and cheerfully exploded the academy, enjoying his new life, not knowing at that moment that his actions would lead to him being quickly identified by Arisa Reaven as a possessor who had also gained control of her body. After discovering his secret, she forced him to act under her command to monitor from a distance the silver-haired man in black attire whom the soul within Arisa's body considered her husband.

This was because the one controlling Arisa Reaven's body was the soul of a man with a twisted NTR fetish, who saw in "Alter" the way to fulfill his most perverse desires which, according to his own words, were to see the protagonist of this world suffer and scream heartbreakingly in an attempt to recover what he believed was his, only to sink him deeper into misery by showing him a sexual scene where all the heroines he had placed his trust in betrayed him before his eyes. But to fulfill her twisted plan, "Arisa" was aware that she needed help, so to achieve her goal she needed a vigilant who was capable of obtaining information from different angles through surveillance and monitoring that allowed her to discreetly manipulate multiple encounters by using schedules, habits, or behavioral patterns to her advantage.

(Why can't I just relax and use this incredible golem database to find something entertaining? This is the height of monotony.)

Thanks to that, "Emilia" had now become "Alter's" constant watcher in his daily life, witnessing with her golem eyes, designed for perfection, how "Alter" continued his training, brandishing a simple frying pan with devotion.

(He's been like this for days...)

"Emilia" complained mentally about the way Alter mechanically wielded the frying pan up and down, over and over, while the kitchen weapon traced invisible arcs in the air, as if it were a sword forged for war.

"......"

Throughout the process, there wasn't a hint of emotion on his expressionless face, which only reflected an implacable monotony that Emilia's soul found as disturbing as it was boring.

(If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have replicated the database's behavior in "Emilia's" body better so as not to be discovered.)

"Emilia" sighed silently, almost inaudibly, as she continued her mental reflection.

(Even in another world, I can't believe I'm still an errand boy for someone else's benefit.)

Now, Emilia, the golem he inhabited, had become Arisa's invisible eye, tasked with watching "Alter," thus maintaining his submission and brazen, degrading flatteries despite the great power held by Emilia's body, which was being wasted on something so mundane. In this way, he continued to watch as Alter tirelessly moved, the frying pan, an extension of his arm, moving faster and faster, each strike more precise. Until, suddenly, a faint light began to emanate from Alter, growing in intensity until it became a vibrant, multicolored aura, like a dancing aurora.

The colors intertwined, glowing with an almost blinding intensity, and with each flash, the man in Emilia felt a different pang: sadness, icy fear, a fleeting joy, a strange sense of amusement... emotions that danced around him in a sensory whirlwind.

(What the hell?!)

Despite the absurd distance between them, all these emotions were still transmitted as if Alter were right in front of "Emilia," while the data processed in her body at astonishing speeds revealed a disturbing truth: that within that aura, all kinds of power sources intertwined, such as spiritual energy, cursed energy, divine energy, and even a completely unknown type of magic, coexisting at the same time despite their opposite or contrasting natures, while the sheer disparity of these forces combined in a single halo began to subtly distort the space around him, a visual manifestation that defied all logic.

"I'm almost there..."

Alter murmured, his voice as monotonous as ever, as his rhythm accelerated with the frying pan now a blur, moving at astonishing speed.

"...I'm starting to feel it..."

Alter added without stopping his relentless training. The multicolored aura pulsed more intensely, intertwining different types of power, pure energy, and the myriad emotions it evoked. Finally, with a silent grunt of concentration, Alter raised the frying pan high, using both hands to hold it. For an instant, everything was suspended, with the mountain as the backdrop for this strange ceremony. Then, with a brutal and decisive movement, Alter brought the frying pan down with all his might. The multicolored aura exploded in a terrifying torrent of light, generating a rainbow of unleashed energy that swept everything in its path.

There was no sound at that moment as the cleaved mountain trembled, and the hillside in front of Alter simply ceased to exist, excavated by the raw force of the attack, leaving an empty, smoking path in its place.

"............................."

Feeling the silent shockwave, even at a distance, he was finally able to calm down after such a display of power which, according to the destruction caused and analyzed by the circuits of "Emilia's" body, was critical.

(Shit! That... that power!)

Seeing that beautiful and terrifying scene left him paralyzed with shock.

(It's definitely better to have this guy as an ally. Much better. He's not someone you want to mess with.)

Alter lowered the frying pan and, falling to his knees, observed the devastated path with his expressionless face while a barely audible murmur escaped his lips:

"That's new..."

Leaving him completely shocked by what had just happened.