Chapter 1: The Forced Chaste Knight

“I curse this damned fate.”

In the dim light, the handsome youth shook his snow-white hair, his lips curling into a strange, dry smile.

“No, bro… this just isn’t right, is it?”

Herbert was reborn, and not long ago, he awakened his past-life memories.

As a fresh graduate with only two years of work experience, Herbert in his past life never got the chance to have his remaining value fully exploited by capitalists—he was crushed into a paper-thin slab by a hundred-ton truck loaded with steel coils.

Don’t ask.

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But Herbert was not cursing the tragic fate of his past life.

In his past life, he was utterly alone; even during holidays, when he wanted to pay respects at a grave, he could only bow his head at the Martyrs’ Cemetery—nothing tied him to the afterlife.

After his dreams and body both shattered into dust, he had won a second chance—reborn as a human—and deep down, he still felt he’d come out ahead.

What made his expression odd was his current surroundings—a dark, chilling prison.

Good news: he wasn’t a prisoner, but the jailer overseeing the inmates.

Bad news: this prison belonged to an ancient monastery.

Monastery…

Is this really where an eighteen-year-old boy with raging blood should be?

But for Herbert, this wasn’t the most deadly part.

Trees die when moved; people thrive when relocated. If all else fails, just run away with a bucket.

He wasn’t some naive college kid—he’d already been tainted by the grind, and he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve.

What truly shattered Herbert’s composure was everything that happened the day before he awakened his past-life memories.

Yesterday at noon, under the gaze of the divine, Herbert swore his sacred vow and was officially accepted by the monastery as a monkish knight.

The vow he had spoken aloud was called—The Oath of Purity.

Under divine witness, Herbert pledged his life to justice and order, to fight for the weak, to forever preserve the purity of his heart, emotions, and body…

Listen to that!

Is that even human speech?

After staring in shock for a long moment, Herbert screamed inwardly—

“This is just a magical chastity belt!!?”

Herbert admitted that in his past life, he’d stored plenty of illicit videos on his 24TB hard drive and indulged in many mind-bending games…

But to punish him in this lifetime with enforced celibacy as a hermit—isn’t that a bit too harsh?

It’s not that serious!

I didn’t even hoard those resources—I organized and shared them all!

Don’t just torment me alone!

Put this chastity ring on them too!

I can’t escape—you can’t either—

“...Tch.”

Looking at the faint golden glow emanating from the holy mark on his wrist, Herbert’s resentment swelled further.

Others start their lives as temple laborers in Shaolin—fine, they’re celibate too, but at least they can return to secular life; with enough effort, they might even have a kid with a demon sect beauty.

But in this world, knights are different—they truly suffer backlash when they break their vows.

All a knight’s power comes from their sacred vow; the heavier the vow, the stronger the divine protection they gain upon upholding it.

As frontline defenders against madness and despair, knights are favored by the gods, granted many luxurious blessings.

Some knights who swore grand vows even gained the terrifying strength to wrestle dragons bare-handed.

But as in every story, miracles and magic are never free—every gift from fate is secretly paid for in advance.

The more you’re given, the worse the backlash when you fall and break your vow.

Mental collapse, bodily decay, soul withering… these are just basics; in extreme cases, one might even transform into a mindless abyss monster driven solely by slaughter.

With Herbert’s current situation, breaking his vow would mean either severe injury near death—or instant death, sending him straight to the next resurrection match.

So, for Herbert right now—lust equals death.

Tch!

To be fair, Herbert felt this situation wasn’t much better than being a eunuch.

Eunuchs at least had their root cut—they could still want, but couldn’t act, so they truly gave up.

And him?

Not quite enough, not quite enough—strong but with nowhere to use it… pure torture!

Hardship.

My life is so hard!

Herbert took a deep breath, tilted his head back, and exhaled slowly, his mouth opening and closing silently.

Hnnnghhhhhhh—

After venting his impotent rage, Herbert calmed down and reluctantly accepted his fate, squinting as he considered his next move.

“I must break the vow—I’ll never not break it… but I’ll hold off for now. No rush.”

Though being forcibly restrained felt unbearable, Herbert wasn’t some lust-crazed fool who couldn’t think without his lower half—he hadn’t lost his mind.

He had no intention of fleeing the monastery.

On the contrary, he planned to stay and continue his cultivation.

In truth, Herbert hadn’t come to the Mist Monastery willingly—he’d been forced here under the guise of “atonement.”

Herbert’s family, the Alberts, were founding nobles of the Frost Crystal Kingdom, hereditary dukes who maintained close ties with the royal family, frequently intermarrying.

As the second son with the greatest talent among his siblings, Herbert had been close friends since childhood with Princess Filia, so close they shared everything.

Many believed they would one day become the new queen and prince—Herbert didn’t particularly care, but he accepted it as likely.

So when Filia’s personal maid came to summon him for a private meeting, he followed without a single doubt.

Later, when Herbert arrived at Filia’s chambers, he was arrested by royal guards on the absurd charge of “attempting to defile the princess’s chastity.”

Herbert tried to explain, insisting it was a misunderstanding—but no one listened.

The other party, Filia, never showed up once, silently allowing all accusations and insults against Herbert.

In the end, heartbroken, Herbert stopped defending himself and accepted his punishment: exile to the monastery.

After arriving, he voluntarily joined the church and tried to prove his innocence by swearing the Oath of Purity.

A classic tragic hero dying to prove his purity.

Sad?

Sad.

Sympathetic?

A little—but only a little.

For his current self, Herbert felt more disdain than pity.

As a nobleman’s son, his behavior had been absurdly foolish.

Naive. Too naive!

The innocent, naive boy couldn’t see through the web of conspiracy—he never suspected anyone.

He never realized this was a deliberate, cruel plot against him—not some beautiful misunderstanding.

But now, looking back, Herbert could easily spot the glaring inconsistencies in this farce.

Hey, he was framed, right?

I thought something big had happened.

After all that fuss—it’s just a classic scam!

How original!

Herbert said he was very familiar with this kind of trick…

Don’t misunderstand—he just had many friends who often got scammed.

Really.

Because he’d once been an excellent litigator… oh no, a legal professional.

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