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NA: I have translated this chapter using Chat GPT. The parts that it refused to translate, I passed through the regular translator (Deepl). I will use this method to translate all previous chapters. From now on, I will use Chat GPT. I will re-upload the other chapters, which will take more time to upload the following chapters. This is because it will take time to use Chat GPT, which translates page by page, and then I will have to translate it back to Spanish to check if any text changed or if it skipped any paragraphs because it deemed them inappropriate. If everything is fine, I will upload the file; otherwise, I will have to locate the censored parts, pass them through the regular translator, and place them in their proper places.

Synopsis:

A soul from our world transmigrates to Stargate and occupies the body of a minor Goa'uld named Korr. He might think of making friends, allies, confronting evil and bringing justice, but Korr has other plans. He's not interested in plot, he's only interested in stealing, and he'll embark on a mad dash across several galaxies in order to take as much as he can before others get their hands on these valuable treasures and take away his chance to live a carefree life.

Stargate Korr 1

Korr furrowed his brow. He had gone to bed the night before in his small rental room after spending half the night watching videos on social media, but he woke up in a strange bed, in a room with Egyptian decor, and a couple of servants were helping him get dressed. The room showed no visible technology, and the servants were dressed in what he considered dirty rags.

Both servants, aside from wearing what he deemed as dirty rags, were unattractive, although they were young and didn't seem to be older than thirty. One was blonde, and the other had unkempt black hair.

However, Korr knew exactly where he was, not because he was currently being handed a Kara kesh in his right hand or because the servants were addressing him as "my god Korr," but because upon waking up, he realized he was a symbiote and was controlling a foreign body, along with inheriting memories filled with horrific experiences that included torture, rape, murder, genocide, and all sorts of atrocities, typical of the Goa'uld.

All of this meant he had been transported into one of his all-time favorite science fiction series, Stargate, and as a Goa'uld, that implied he was in Stargate SG-1.

Since waking up, approximately an hour ago, Korr had been pushing aside all his "beautiful inherited memories from other Goa'uld" along with the extreme egocentrism of the symbiote, which, despite being a pathetic parasite, considered itself a god.

Now, under the name Korr, a minor Goa'uld, he was calculating the resources available to him, the specific time he was in, what technologies he could obtain based on his location, and how he could become a true technology god in this world.

His current species was hated to death throughout the galaxy, and if he presented himself as a good person with decent intentions, he would be lynched or end up in some secret laboratory or prison if he happened to encounter someone who hated the Goa'uld without a way to defend himself.

After thinking for an hour, Korr decided that his own safety was the most important, so he wouldn't do anything reckless or take unnecessary risks without getting something in return.

With this decision made, the first thing he needed to do was find out where he was in the storyline and from there determine what technologies and knowledge he could obtain.

Korr had read several fanfics where transmigrators took everything lightly and devoted themselves to fooling around with the history and making friends, but he wasn't going to follow that path. His main goal was to acquire advanced technologies, resources, and power. Afterward, he could afford to fool around and relax without worrying about his safety or the history itself.

To carry out this plan, Korr reviewed his possessions and who he was. Firstly, Korr was a minor Goa'uld, exiled to a small planet on the edge of the galaxy, with about five thousand slaves and a hundred Jaffas. He was obliged to pay tribute in exchange for the protection of a mid-ranking Goa'uld, Mot, who in turn obeyed Ra's orders, even if he was on the outskirts of the galaxy, away from the central territories controlled by Ra. Since no one dared to attack the servants of the supreme Goa'uld, one could say that Korr's boss was cunning.

Continuing with Korr, his possessions included a Ha'tak ship, but it wasn't a Ha'tak like the ones Apophis or other system lords had, with dozens of them and between ten and fifteen in their personal armies. His was an ancient version with half the performance in all aspects, with flaws and malfunctions.

It was little more than scrap metal and didn't even have the necessary fuel to make it work or spare parts in case of breakdowns. The fuel, which was liquid naquadah, had to be purchased from the mid-ranking Goa'uld who provided him protection against other mid-ranking Goa'uld. Besides, he had to negotiate and humble himself to get any spare part. In short, the life of a minor Goa'uld was terrible, although a thousand times preferable to being one of his slaves and living in constant fear of torture. Of course, this was only the fate of this unfortunate Goa'uld.

As a transmigrator who knew the history, Korr could be considered an OP character within the plot, and no one could match his potential for development, not even an ascended being was insignificant compared to him.

In addition to being OP due to all his knowledge about the history, he had transmigrated to become a symbiote, one of the most OP species in the entire series. His potential was as absurd as his characteristic stupidity that was displayed throughout the series in embarrassing scenes, where a Goa'uld boasted of their divinity seconds before being sent to the other world.

Korr considered them naturally foolish, affected by the madness caused by the sarcophagus, which they had inherited from their descendants. They were a sick and declining species.

Apart from all this, Korr was a young Goa'uld. Barely five years had passed since he was taken out of a Jaffa pouch, and the mid-ranking Goa'uld to whom he paid tribute, after certain tests whose content was better forgotten and sealed in his memory for fear of madness, gave him a scrap ship and a couple of toys, putting him in charge of monitoring the slaves who extracted naquadah on that nameless little planet.

This meant that Korr didn't even have access to a sarcophagus, and his madness was controllable. Or so he believed, because since waking up, he felt strange and irritable. He had already had to restrain his anger several times and avoid saying unpleasant things to the two pitiful-looking slaves who attended to his morning tasks.

Korr knew it was him and not the former Korr who was losing his temper. According to the memories of the former Korr, he enjoyed being attended to by his slaves, but to him, as the new Korr, they seemed ugly and dirty, and he didn't want them touching him. Their contact bothered him, and he felt the urge to hit them to get them away. They were unpleasant beings…

Korr swallowed hard and shook his head forcefully in his mind while his body remained tense, and the discomfort and fear of the slaves were evident, indicating that his fury was apparent.

"Get out!" Korr ordered. If he had to have servants, they should be of high rank like those of Ra, not unpleasant and dirty beings like these…

Korr shook his head as the slaves left. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths.

After taking a moment, Korr opened his eyes, feeling refreshed. It seemed he was better off alone. He felt good about himself thanks to the Goa'uld's egocentrism, although this seemed to affect him in some way, as if comparing his old self to the new, there were differences that didn't fit.

In his previous life, he had never experienced anger over other people's personal hygiene; he only felt annoyance or, at worst, dislike. It seemed that trying to distance himself from the Goa'uld memories didn't guarantee freedom from Goa'uld madness.

This meant he needed to find a cure, but at the moment, he didn't have access to anything similar, and all he could do was take deep breaths and try to calm down. He just hoped he wouldn't commit any atrocities along the way, something he himself wouldn't approve of, as he had always valued self-control and never had vices like alcohol or drugs, although that didn't mean he rejected any form of fun.

It was better to try to control himself more now that he was disturbed. Fortunately, he didn't have a sarcophagus and didn't have to deal with an addiction to it.

Korr, now completely in control of his mental faculties, approached a mirror near his bed after seeing the two slaves outside his room. However, he felt another wave of anger and clenched his fists at the somewhat distorted image reflected in the mirror. This Goa'uld's life was miserable; he didn't even have a decent, wretched mirror…

Korr took a deep breath. His goal wasn't to evaluate the mirror but himself, or rather, the body of his host. According to his memories, his host was a young slave, but he didn't want to explore more about his life and had sealed his consciousness completely, leaving him in a state of coma. He didn't want to know anything about his life or think about the fact that he occupied someone else's body by force.

This meant that getting his own body was one of his priorities, not because he was a good person, but because he found it uncomfortable and even scary to have another consciousness so close to his own. As for moral concerns, he didn't care. For that reason, he approached the mirror to see how he looked.

His skin was dark and bronzed due to a warm climate and scorching sun. His features had a certain Middle Eastern air. He had an average height of 1.78 m, not considering himself tall as he was ten centimeters shorter than in his previous life.

Korr wouldn't consider himself handsome either, just slightly better than in his previous life, but his body was toned, which added points. Korr wondered if a symbiote could improve the body, as he didn't remember this Goa'uld exercising.

Korr shook his head. He wasn't satisfied with his current appearance. The clothes he was wearing were of poor quality as well, and thinking about it brought back the memory of how he got them: they were a gift from the Goa'uld who left him there. They were of poor quality. The Goa'uld were mentally ill and lived in squalor; their cities were repugnant, and their slaves were dirty beggars…

Korr took a deep breath. It seemed that being aware of his madness and the disgusting way of life of the Goa'uld only caused him fits of anger, and it wasn't the time for that. It was time to start stealing technologies and knowledge to treat his madness and become a true god of technology.

In this Stargate universe, such a thing was possible because there was easily accessible technology for those who knew where to look, and it was technology that could make him a real god… Well, he didn't want to be an ascended being, so no being a god, but being a mortal, immortal, with absolute power to do his will wouldn't be bad…

Korr shook his head and wondered if the ambitions of the Goa'uld had consumed him, but it didn't matter because it didn't seem like a bad plan.

As he looked at himself with disgust in the mirror, Korr thought that the first step for his plan to steal everything and become the supreme lord of all Goa'uld in this galaxy and its surroundings was to determine where he was in the story, and for that, he had some clues. First of all, the Goa'uld Korr served was, in turn, a servant of Ra.

This could mean that the main story hadn't started yet, and Ra was still alive, making his quest for power easier. But he couldn't be sure of that since the older Goa'uld or system lords didn't find out about Ra's death until a year later, and Korr was a low-ranking, insignificant Goa'uld. No Goa'uld would bother telling him anything.

Still, the arrogance and egotism of a Goa'uld would prevent him from not declaring to his servants that he was now in charge, and the Goa'uld he served would surely notify him of a change in leadership because as soon as Ra died, he would be in grave danger and would rush to swear loyalty to one of the system lords ruling his territory, either Olokun or Queen Morrigan.

Because of all this, Korr wasn't sure, but he had a more or less safe way to find out where he was in the story. And that way was "Abydos." Of all the Stargate series, "Abydos" was the only Stargate address Korr remembered.

He didn't even know the address for Earth, although he knew that its point of origin symbol was the triangle with a circle above it because the main characters wore it on their uniforms, or would wear it later, he didn't remember that part. Once on the internet, he went over all the iconic addresses from the series, but he didn't remember any of them. Still, his lack of knowledge about the gate addresses wasn't a problem because the information he needed was about the most advanced technologies and how to use them, and that he did remember, so he had to start his plan as soon as possible.

Korr looked at himself again in the mirror. His clothes were wide rags; they couldn't be called clothing, it was shameful…

His attire consisted of wide, moderately clean rags, loose pants, and a shirt, similar to Middle Eastern clothing, nothing as impeccable and stylish as what Ra wore in the movie. From all the evidence, Korr was a miserable and poor Goa'uld, whose servants were ugly and poorly dressed… In short, his clothing was ordinary.

Korr looked at his forehead, there were no markings of any kind. He wasn't wearing makeup either. Then he looked at his right hand, the Kara kesh was there, but to carry out his plan, it couldn't be seen, so he took it off and hid it within his loose clothing. Finally, he spent ten minutes in front of the mirror mastering the flash effect in his eyes. He didn't want his plans to fail because he looked like a firefly at times when he needed to pass as a human.

Once he finished his preparations in front of the mirror, he went to a corner and retrieved a sat pistol from a hiding spot, also concealing it within his clothes for safety.

When he was done, he stepped out of his room. Two Jaffas were waiting outside and saluted him. They wore full armor but no helmets. Korr looked at them with contempt, considering them low-ranking soldiers, but he quickly composed himself. It was not the time to worry about the Jaffas and their terrible, outdated, and ineffective battle tactics and strategies.

"Let's go to the gate!" he ordered in Goa'uld language.

The Jaffas didn't dare to ask questions or propose alternatives, as Goa'ulds tortured and killed any slave who disobeyed. Sometimes, merely hinting at something foolish could lead to execution after torture. The Jaffas covered their rear and front as they marched through the hallway.

Korr nodded with satisfaction as he walked and observed the hallway. The floor was polished, and the walls were adorned with high-quality golden reliefs, despite the fact that the ship serving as his palace was a piece of junk. If there was something he liked about the Goa'ulds, it was the design of their ships. He didn't care if they were inefficient or wasted space; he found them cool and had a unique and eye-catching style.

If he designed ships in the future, Korr would definitely include many references to the Goa'uld model. In particular, he would make sure to add the pyramid, which was the most criticized element by fans of the series who demanded efficiency in Goa'uld ships.

Korr didn't care about wasting space; he wouldn't remove the pyramid because it was what made Goa'uld ships unique and iconic in the whole series. It was the most striking design. In conclusion, no matter what technology he obtained, the Goa'uld design was what he liked the most and what he would use.

Despite all that, he was still a minor Goa'uld and didn't even have access to all Goa'uld technology. Although this didn't mean he lacked extensive knowledge and the ability to study all the systems of the ship he possessed and recreate it if he obtained the necessary tools and materials.

The intelligence of a Goa'uld couldn't be underestimated. However, he couldn't overestimate his ability to obtain technology on his own, as any significant research breakthrough would take years, and that didn't interest him, especially if he didn't have access to dozens of advanced technologies.

Korr and his escort of Jaffas arrived at the ring platform, and one of the two Jaffas took charge of activating it. The sensation was strange. He didn't feel any dematerialization of his body. When the rings rose, he only saw a flash of light.

Regaining his vision, he found himself in another room, built of stone, serving as the base of the pyramid upon which his Ha'tak ship rested. As the transport rings returned to their place, a Jaffa with Middle Eastern features and a gold tattoo melted into his forehead awaited him. It was two small crumbs surrounded by a circle, at least that's how it appeared to Korr. The symbol seemed too modest and unremarkable…

It was embarrassing, but he didn't have time to correct trivialities. The Jaffa was tall and athletic. He was one of the two original Jaffas given to him by his Goa'uld master, while the others he had created himself by selecting from the slaves. Korr had named this Jaffa Jet as his First Prime, and his task was to take care of the slaves and ensure that the other Jaffas were trained and ready to serve him, Jaffa-style.

"Let's go to the gate; reports are not necessary at the moment!" ordered Korr, so as not to be bothered by reports on naquadah extraction from the slaves. The Jaffas were fanatical and carried out their duties with brutal efficiency; it was not necessary to listen to their atrocities against the other slaves. The First Prime nodded and, after saluting, walked one step behind and alongside Korr, while the other Jaffas maintained their positions and advanced.

As they emerged from the pyramid that served as the landing platform for the Ha'tak ship, Korr could see a part of his domain. There were few trees due to the proximity of the naquadah mine just two hundred meters away. Hundreds of slaves could be seen coming and going in the mines, while about thirty Jaffas watched over them and whipped the most idle ones. Those who dared to resist were executed or taken to him for torture and execution. The working conditions were primitive, their states pitiful, and their appearance dirty and neglected, some barely wearing rags. Korr felt disgust and revulsion at witnessing the scene.

"If they were to name me the god of trash, I would have no reason to complain," he thought, shaking his head at such a notion, while he continued walking, pretending not to see anything, and the Jaffas rushed to make everyone kneel, even though he was two hundred meters away from the crowd of hundreds of slaves.

The rest of the slaves would be working in the fields to provide food for the Jaffas, himself, and his own population. The Goa'ulds were parasites through and through, ruthlessly exploiting and oppressing all those who served them. Korr felt disgust and repulsion for that way of life, but he wasn't a philanthropist or a saint, and for the time being, his goal was more important than stopping that…

"Unpleasant situation," so he kept walking, maintaining a serene expression, heading towards the gate two hundred meters from the pyramid to ensure that the slaves wouldn't approach his ship when delivering tributes.

The former Korr was paranoid about a possible rebellion, and he agreed with that paranoia because he knew the history and knew that the Goa'ulds were destined to be forgotten, despite being a species with unlimited potential.

After walking the two hundred meters, Korr arrived at the gate with his Jaffa escort, and without wasting time, he began dialing. The Goa'uld already possessed knowledge of the symbols and the use of the gate, and he already had an address, so dialing was not a problem.

Upon finishing the dialing, Korr felt apprehension as he saw the gate connect and the wormhole form with a large vortex until it stabilized, resembling the surface of a lake under the effect of a gentle breeze.

The fact that the gate connected to Abydos, the planet where Ra would die or had already died, could mean two things: either Ra had not yet died and the gate had not been buried, or Ra had died, and the gate had been unearthed after some months.

Other possibilities, like the first season already being over and the gate being unearthed for a second time, were also possible but unlikely since Korr had not learned of Ra's death. For now, he couldn't be sure of the time in history unless he crossed.

If he crossed and they were beyond the second season, he would be in serious trouble and would have to shoot his way through, as the Abydonians would be aware of the dangers of the Goa'uld and the first thing they would do is search him for weapons.

It was a huge risk to cross the gate, but it was a risk he had to take. Korr thought that if they discovered the Kara kesh, he would be doomed, and in that case, he would have to shoot his way through, with the faint hope of surviving.

Apophis had done it, but he wore armor, had his Kara kesh ready for use, and had plenty of Jaffas willing to give their lives as human shields. He couldn't bring Jaffas with him because if he was in the second option, they would receive him as an enemy.

"If I don't come back today, cancel the work in the mine and instruct the slaves to rest in shifts while taking care of the fields. As for you and the other Jaffas, watch over the pyramid and be vigilant against any attempt at territorial conquest. Use the ship's weapons to suppress any invasion," Korr ordered his First Prime, who nodded, though great doubts were visible on his face regarding these instructions.

Being a minor Goa'uld was a problem as they couldn't leave their territory. Nothing was easier for a Goa'uld to conquer than a Jaffa if their god was not present.

"Will my god cross the chappa'ai alone?" his First Prime couldn't contain himself from asking. Korr nodded without saying more and headed to the gate to cross it, discreetly clenching his fists.

This was a huge risk for his life and his plans, but it was vital for everything else.

Crossing the gate was as strange as using the transport rings. He didn't feel any loss of consciousness, only a slight attraction and a change of scenery.

Upon emerging, he found himself in a torch-lit room, which made him grit his teeth. However, he breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing a poorly dressed and dirty boy peeking timidly from behind a column. Korr made no sudden movements and kept his hands by his sides not to appear threatening, but inside, he rejoiced.

He now knew what point in history he was in. It wasn't the best moment. The fact that the Abydonians were there and there were torches meant that Ra had died, and the advantage of time that would have eased his path had been reduced. However, it wasn't necessary to shoot his way through, which was a relief. Nor was his path impossible since, if this were a video game, he would be on normal mode.

"Hello," Korr said, using the language of his slaves.

Korr could speak English thanks to a computer course he had taken in high school, and Daniel Jackson would be around and could understand him, but explaining how he knew English would be a big problem, so he wouldn't speak in that language, and certainly not in Spanish. He wouldn't even consider using Goa'uld.

At this point in history, Daniel Jackson didn't know much about the Goa'uld and how despicable and cunning they could be, but he would consider them a threat and wouldn't trust anyone speaking his language without a good reason. Korr could make something up, but it was better not to create unnecessary problems.

The shy boy, seeing Korr offering a friendly voice and a smile (which wasn't difficult for him as he was happy that his life wasn't in danger and he had taken the first step towards divinity), emerged from behind the stone column, while other not-so-young individuals peered from other columns.

Korr didn't advance and allowed the boy to approach him and examine him without touching. The boy had a nine-millimeter pistol, and his companions had M16 rifles. They weren't defenseless, so it was best not to provoke them.

While the boy examined him, he kept talking, and to Korr's surprise, he could understand him. However, he pretended not to understand, as he currently had no excuse to explain how he perfectly understood their language.

It wasn't something Korr had learned; it was part of his genetic memory. Korr decided not to delve into how these memories had come to be there. Everything related to his genetic memory was sealed off from him by his own will, and he didn't want to trigger any additional madness. He frowned as the boy continued talking and asking who he was and what he was doing there. Korr pretended to grasp something but not understand most of it. Then, Korr pointed to himself.

"Aran," Korr said, pointing to himself.

Korr didn't know if his Goa'uld name meant anything or if it was the name of some god, but if it was, he would be in serious trouble when he encountered Daniel Jackson. It was better to use a less conspicuous and common name, so he opted for the name of one of his slaves that he had overheard by chance.

The boy understood the gesture and introduced himself. Korr didn't pay attention to his name, as, not being Skaara, he was considered a minor character and would probably die as soon as Apophis appeared there. He wasn't going to waste his time with disposable people…

Korr shook his head in his mind and pointed forward.

"Who are they?" he uttered in the language of the Abydonians, but heavily garbling it so that they could barely recognize a questioning tone in it.

One of the men couldn't take the lack of communication and understanding anymore, pointing to another to signal him to bring Daniel. Korr smiled inwardly as he put on an expression of incomprehension and doubt.

Two hours later, longer than expected for him, a man with broken glasses arrived at the scene. Korr was full of impatience, but upon seeing Daniel Jackson accompanied by Share, all his theories about the time in history were one hundred percent confirmed.

Three hours later, Korr was eating a repugnant meal while Daniel Jackson instructed him on the language, and he pretended to learn quickly.

When they could communicate properly, Korr fed Daniel Jackson a bunch of lies that had nothing to do with him, telling him that he came from a world that Ra had abandoned hundreds of years ago, but where the inhabitants dared not use the gods' gate.

Korr told him that he had ignored this warning since he was a child and that, after finding some gate addresses, he had been traveling to various planets, even having been captured as a slave a few times but managing to escape. Therefore, he claimed to have knowledge of several languages, including Ra's. He lied and said that despite his appearance, he was already thirty-five years old and had been traveling for twenty years, gathering knowledge of languages, cultures, and customs from many worlds.

As expected, Daniel Jackson got excited and started asking questions, letting information flow out. Korr was careful and made sure to tell false stories and vague details. Although Daniel Jackson was a bit of a hippie, bordering on naive, his intellect couldn't be underestimated, and he wasn't a fool easily deceived by lies and fabrications.

During their conversation, Korr discreetly repeated questions he had already asked and, being attentive, understood that Daniel's excitement didn't cloud his judgment. Therefore, he shared very little information about the Goa'uld, mentioning that they were dangerous and that he had never tried to approach them or their Jaffas.

Still, Korr shared general information about the Goa'uld and their empire throughout the galaxy, arguing that he had not visited any world outside of their influence.

Upon hearing this, Daniel took the bait and mentioned that he knew some addresses that might be outside Goa'uld control. Korr's eyes almost sparkled, but he managed to restrain himself as he shook his head and sighed, claiming to be a bit tired and that they could talk about it later.

Korr deliberately used a tone of disbelief tinged with superiority and condescension, making it clear that he didn't believe him and didn't have time to hear stories. He ended the conversation and asked for a resting place so he could later meet some locals and talk to them about their people, customs, and languages, which he had mentioned before, were what interested him the most.

Three hours later, Daniel Jackson practically dragged him to some caves where the Abydos cartouche was located, with the gate addresses that Korr needed to fulfill all his plans. That's why his excitement was genuine as a proud Daniel Jackson explained the entire history of the place and his conjectures on the matter.

However, after an hour of discussing theories and while Korr took the opportunity to engrave the addresses in his mind, using the abnormal learning and information processing ability of the Goa'uld to memorize everything as if his life depended on it, some Abydonians ran over to inform Daniel Jackson that the gate had been activated for the second time and that a paper box had been thrown through it.

Korr knew what that paper box meant, but he frowned with disbelief while Daniel seemed worried. Daniel offered to leave him there, but Korr had already memorized all the addresses, and since the story was already at this point, he couldn't waste time acting. He had to return as soon as possible and continue with the next steps of his plan for divinity.

As they headed back to the gate, Daniel briefly told him about his origin and what had happened on Abydos, confessing that they had killed a Goa'uld there.

Korr took the opportunity to feign apprehension and fear, along with a certain urgency to leave the place. Daniel didn't take it well, but he understood human emotions and didn't object to letting him go. He also seemed relieved that Korr didn't show any interest in finding out more about his friends.

After writing a message in English on the box and sending it through the gate, they allowed him to leave. Korr noticed that he never saw the Earth address on the Abydos cartouche, so he assumed that Daniel Jackson had taken precautions before bringing him there.

Korr dialed an abandoned planet and then his own planet, where three Jaffas sighed with relief upon seeing him return safe and sound.

Korr supposed they were afraid of being abandoned, but their opinions didn't matter to him. He hurried back to his room, looking at his disheveled handmaidens with disdain as they tried to serve him, and closed the door on their faces to discourage them from returning.

Afterward, Korr sat on his bed and took out a Goa'uld notebook, similar to a tablet, to record the addresses he had learned and meditate on the next steps of his plan.

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