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Joanna Smith looks up at me.

I can see the world through her eyes, through her breath, through her heart.

In other words, the live service has started!

Up until now, I’ve been watching a lot of broken videos and picking up a few good ones. But this time, it’s a live service. It’s a completely new technology!

As I was moved, she looked at me and was moved by the miracle that had happened to her body. Joanna’s head, which was white with emotion, was filled with pleasure substances that I couldn’t think of.

Oh, you know this far?

It’s very different from looking at a game character. Unlike looking at it through a screen, there’s a sense of being able to feel it. At least to the point where you feel some emotion.

I really don’t know what you’re thinking. Unfortunately, you can’t read minds.

Or maybe human thoughts aren’t outputted in such a rigid and logical way as we see in cartoons.

I turned my head and looked at Hieronymus.

He’s got a little bit of fear, a little bit of curiosity, and a few other emotions going through his head, but overall he’s just amazed by the situation.

“I’ve seen everything there is to see.”

“Yes. Thank you for your blessings.”

Hieronymus watches what Joanna Smith does from a distance, as if he could take action at any moment if anything happens.

Of course, he didn’t just become the leader of a cult like this. Besides, according to Joanna’s memory, this person wasn’t the leader of a cult in the distant past.

At that time, the pseudo-religion was more like a rabble-rousing organization without a single proper leader. That changed when this person came.

Joanna reports that the above person appeared about 10 years ago, but I think it is more likely that the author developed this cult into a full-fledged cult a little earlier than that.

Because between 30 years ago and 13 years ago, no one wore clothes or masks with strange patterns embroidered on them. In other words, classes began to appear after that.

It’s been around for 13 years now, so it’s been slowly starting to show in her eyes.

The point organization has taken on a full-fledged form as a pyramid-shaped organization.

And one more thing.

The pseudo-religion itself is a much older religion. If you look at what this person has seen, heard, and learned, it is closer to primitive faith.

I know that the person in front of me is quite capable.

This person is the top of the current religious group, and you have to make good judgments to gain warmth. How do you communicate with this man named Jerome?

While he was thinking like that, Hieronymus looked back and forth between me and Joanna and told Joanna that he wanted to go back.

After calling twice and getting no answer, he added that he was not to be disturbed.

Joanna was so surprised that she got up from her seat, greeted me several times, and went out with him.

Well, I’m left alone again.

I wonder if it’s okay to leave something this dangerous alone, but it’s the place.

Since I don’t have any affection for the organization itself, there’s a chance that this place will collapse if anything happens. This place is deep underground.

Joanna was able to get into it because she was a character that was there from the beginning.

Even if it’s a secret place where only the most important people can come, there needs to be someone to do odd jobs like cleaning.

We definitely need someone to do basic tasks like cleaning and cooking.

Who would want to be asked to work at the bottom again by someone who has risen to a high position and filled with authority?

I need someone to do it.

Joanna is in that position.

So Joanna goes outside and is perplexed by Hieronymus, who is carefully examining Joanna’s condition and interviewing her.

Why is this person talking to me like this?

Of course, I don’t know if I’m thinking this clearly. Among these mixed emotions of doubt, bewilderment, joy, and fulfillment, if I were to pick out the one that suddenly popped up, I’d guess that’s probably what I’m thinking.

But why is this person so careful?

Oh, I see.

The boy who had been transformed into the leftovers from the place that called me? Erosion? Contamination? I saw him shoot and kill the person on the other side, and the person who died that way was transformed into the same person.

I was confused at the time, but Jerome understood it better than I did.

I think I shouldn’t show myself using my head for no reason.

A young child with only the power of a foolish intellect is an easy target for ridicule and manipulation.

If you show that you believe in yourself, you can use it for a very long time. Let’s keep it in that position for now.

As I look at him, he may be looking at me. The fact that he left me here alone in this empty space means that there is likely to be some reassuring element here.

I walked to the center of the altar, looking to one side at Jerome, who was questioning Joanna about her transformation.

Stand on the highest point and look down.

A place that extends radially.

A subtly high position.

The seats are designed to look up at you.

Pressure and aura. When I look back, there is a light source behind me.

It’s an easy-to-understand design.

If you look at it from above, it’s really visible. Other than that, I don’t know much. It wouldn’t be strange if there were other devices, but I don’t see anyone hiding or anything like a security camera.

Of course, since this is a world where magic and curses exist, it’s not strange to have such things. I felt an ominous aura from the arrow, and when the head flew off, I still felt something gripping me.

But it disappeared when it touched the boy’s light and robbed him of his warmth.

Now that I think about it, isn’t that when the wounds healed?

This means that it might take some warmth to maintain this body here. Then, I need to eat like a human being. I should also consider eating.

We need food, clothing and shelter.

It occurred to me, why is no one saying anything when I’m naked?

Don’t you think you need to dress up?

As I looked down at my body with that thought in mind, I saw that the front was completely covered in blood. It reached down to my lower body, giving me a creepy appearance, like a demon from a demon catching game.

surely.

If it looks like this, it’s easier to see it as something terrible rather than something pathetic.

I hate this mess, but is there any way to fix it? There’s no water around here.

Or is there nothing you can do for me?

I have power. When I touch someone, they change. They change to the point where you could say their species has changed. Isn’t it possible that I can do something?

Pour just a little more, just a little more, into the bowl.

Tighten and squeeze as much as you can, as if you were touching the light with your thin hands.

oh.

A dark purple fog flows out from the body.

Oh, and I found something interesting.

Hieronymus hurriedly turned his head in my direction. He was also watching inside.

After reassuring Joanna, he takes her to a room where he hands out clothes and masks. These are clothes for the third floor. You can see the urgency in Hieronymus’ gestures.

Make me laugh.

Joanna is very moved by this, but Hieronymus’ gaze is directed into space, meaning he is looking at me.

I don’t know where you are looking or where you are looking.

Then, look at the purple fog flowing out through the cracks in my body.

Am I right? If so, or if not, can it not be clothes?

Anything is an experiment. First, let’s hope that Rebecca Rolfe’s most comfortable clothes come out.

Oh, my.

It came out.

The dark purple mist flowed into my body and transformed into a fluffy nightgown! And it wasn’t an arranged one, it was just like Rebecca’s own, a white and pink nightgown.

No, I definitely ordered the most comfortable clothes I could find, but don’t you think pajamas are a bit too much?

see.

Even Hieronymus, who was watching me from afar with some special power, seemed very confused.

But the blood and fluids that clung to my body disappeared, and I physically gained warm, fluffy clothes.

But this cold doesn’t go away.

If there’s nothing wrong with these clothes, then it’s not because I’m cold. It’s just me. I can’t get warm from physical warmth.

I wonder what it would be like in the desert, but let’s try to experiment a little more slowly. I’m going to act like a child.

So, let’s lie down on the altar and sleep.

Actually, I’m not that sleepy though.

This girl, Rebecca Rolf, has a body that wants to rest.

Is there a soul? I don’t know. When I came, I couldn’t find any light, and there was no warmth. There were only memories extracted directly from the brain.

I closed my eyes and curled up. My chest was so big it was a little stuffy, but I could pretend to sleep.

And I focused my remaining senses on Joanna.

***

Hieronymus sighed in relief.

Suddenly, an enormous presence exploded from the place where it had been pushed. It wasn’t magic power, nor was it the main force that was the source of the curse.

An unknown, unknown force.

A power outside of the world that wizards who are well-versed in a particular genre call the power of the Yin Dimension or the Void.

Something that could handle such power was put into the girl’s body.

There is a God in this world. Hieronymus, whose real name is Jaslein, knows that. Of course, that God is not an absolute being who can do everything.

Beings that are incomparably powerful compared to mediocre creatures are called gods. Among them, there are those who, as religious leaders, have ordered the subjugation of such beings and have actually killed them.

The weapons held by the fighting group called the Warriors of Faith were for that purpose.

He got hit by it and was fine.

No, considering that I was making clothes and sleeping right now, I might have done a lot of damage. Assuming that, I thought about preparing more for the future, and looked at the woman named Joanna Smith in front of me.

Originally, the old and sick woman with gray hair was nowhere to be found, and judging by her appearance, she looked like she was in her teens, not in her twenties. The only problem was that her skin color had completely changed to a near-purple color, but considering what gave her that power, it was fortunate that it ended like that.

Because the first person she hit on was distorted into something that was clearly not human.

And as we walked here and talked, I realized that my heart was also distorted.

Originally, this woman was completely mentally broken. She passively listens to someone’s orders, is happy with them, and wants nothing more. She is a member of the cult who was easily educated as a worker.

But the person in front of me is different. He no longer seems to be cowering at the words.

Of course, there are people who change as soon as they feel they have been chosen by such religious groups.

But she has no pride in being chosen as a special person. She just thinks that her health has improved miraculously.

But now, she seems to have a strong sense of self-esteem. Perhaps this is the effect of being in Rebecca Rolf’s skin.

Yasle still doesn’t know what warmth the being is talking about. She thought it was a monster that kills people and absorbs them. That’s why she brought this woman in front of it.

It didn’t eat it.

This is more like a gift.

However, his long experience tells him that this gift is never a good thing.

The desire of the being wearing the girl’s skin is expressed in its expression. It’s as if the phrase “the insatiable hunger of the god Ksaxshibal” is engraved on its expression.

Then Yasle laughed to herself.

Fucking Ksacks.

It is a name he created himself. A name he created out of resentment and resentment because no one knows the true identity of the god he believes in.

There, the wizard’s knowledge that flowed from somewhere and the image of saving those at the bottom were combined to create the current form.

The thought crossed my mind that perhaps the real one had arrived without a name.

Well then, that’s fine as is.

If you can take revenge, take advantage of it.

First, let’s check how much Joanna, who has changed into a human, has changed. If the mutated human is strong, this can be used to strengthen one’s status in the name of a blessing.

It can also be a knife that can be used to stab the target of revenge directly.

So Jasle, disguised as Hieronymus, pretended to be a benevolent religious leader, promoted Joanna’s rank, and gave her a job.

Saying hello to Joanna, who had a joyful smile on her face at those words, Yasle walked towards the room where something called Rebecca Rolf was sleeping.