1 The Reluctantly Chaste Paladin

“I curse this damned fate.”

Under the dim light, the handsome young man ruffled his snow-white hair and twisted the corner of his mouth into a somewhat strange, dry smile.

“No, dude... this really isn’t right, is it?”

Herbert had been reincarnated and had recently regained the memories of his past life.

As a rookie office worker with only two years of experience, the previous Herbert hadn’t even had the chance to be fully exploited by capitalists before he was flattened like a sheet of paper by a hundred-ton truck loaded with steel coils.

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But at this moment, Herbert wasn’t cursing the miserable fate of his past life.

After all, in his previous life, he was a lonely soul with no one to care for him; even on festivals, he could only go to a martyr’s cemetery to pay respects, with no one to leave behind.

To be able to win the resurrection race and be reborn after his dreams and body were shattered to dust, Herbert felt he had still gained something.

What made his expression complex was the place he found himself in—a dark, cold prison.

The good news: he wasn’t the prisoner but the jailer.

The bad news: this prison belonged to an ancient monastery.

A monastery…

Was this really the place for an eighteen-year-old boy full of youthful vigor?

But for Herbert, that wasn’t the most fatal part.

If things really got bad, he could always pack up and leave.

He was no naive college student; having tasted the bitterness of work, he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

What truly broke Herbert’s spirit was what happened the day before he regained his past memories.

At noon yesterday, under the gaze of the gods, Herbert solemnly pledged his sacred oath and was officially accepted by the monastery as a devout paladin.

And the oath he uttered was called—the “Oath of Purity.”

Before the gods, Herbert vowed to dedicate his life to justice and order, to fight for the weak, and to forever maintain purity of mind, emotion, and body...

Just listen to that!

Does that sound like human speech?

After a long moment of shock, Herbert shouted inwardly—

“Isn’t this just a magical chastity belt!?”

Herbert admitted that in his past life he had stored many scandalous films on his 24TB hard drive and enjoyed countless exhausting little games...

But to be punished in this life by being forced to live as an ascetic, devoid of passion and desire—wasn’t that a bit excessive?

Surely not a punishment befitting the crime!

Those resources weren’t hoarded by me alone; I even tidied and shared them with tags afterward.

You can’t just torment me alone!

If there’s a chastity belt, wear it with them!

I can’t escape, and neither can you—

“…Tch.”

Looking at the holy mark on the back of his hand that faintly glowed with a golden light in the darkness, Herbert’s resentment swelled even more.

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