Self-Suggestion

“Hmm. A storage space in the chest, huh.”

Ibon glanced at Americano’s chest.

“It must be uncomfortable. I think this every time, but female human warriors are pitiful. Why did they evolve to have fat on their chests?”

“Probably because a lot of people like it.”

Anyway, after looking at the size chart, Ibon drew a rough blueprint.

Ibon was good at drawing.

The armor, utilizing the latest technology, was form-fitting.

The armor, which faithfully reproduced Americano’s figure, was designed with a slightly more voluminous chest, reflecting Skilla’s opinion.

An attractive armored woman was drawn.

In fact, the reason big breasts are good is because they stimulate men’s hearts, but smaller chests stand out more in terms of style. More than the chest, it’s the waistline. That’s why many people prefer moderate breasts.

“Is this enough for the rough shape?”

“You’re good at drawing.”

“I started this to help customers understand, but I’m more suited to it than I thought.”

He coughed and continued.

“Anyway, I’ll assume you like it. If you bring me all the items written down by tomorrow, I’ll give you a consultation so I can draw up a budget that fits.”

Cappuccino greeted her when she returned to the accommodation.

‘You’re back?’

“….”

Americano sent a silent look.

Why is Nabi pretending to sleep?

‘I told her to pretend to sleep.’

“…?”

‘She woke up in the middle and ended up seeing my form. It was hard to persuade her because we couldn’t communicate.’

“….”

‘You’re probably thinking I should have just kept her asleep? That’s why it turned out like this. You can’t even imagine what I saw in the Dream while you were gone?’

An Ancient Nightmare is attached to Nabi.

I can’t imagine what Cappuccino saw.

‘It’s not just a nightmare.’

“….”

She glared at Cappuccino.

She’s beating around the bush when she could just say it directly.

She’s probably worried that I’ll focus all my attention on it if she says it.

‘If I say it now, your attention will be drawn to it, so I’ll tell you later. More than that, Nabi found out that I’m by your side.’

So?

‘She also knows that Anonymous has a Dream Frog as a pet.’

So?

‘Ah, you decided not to care? Still, it’s a bit embarrassing to hear Nabi say with such conviction that she can’t be Anonymous.’

So?

Americano shrugged. It must be because she showed an unsightly figure during the party climb.

The [Outsider] interfered, but she could have fought better. If she couldn’t control her body well, she should have handled it in that state, unsightly as it was.

Still, it was Skilla and Nabi who made their own assumptions. She didn’t intend to deceive them, but it’s a shame they misunderstood on their own.

“….”

Then wouldn’t it be okay to talk about it?

If it’s okay to be found out anyway, then it should be okay to talk to Cappuccino.

A woman talking to a frog.

She’s crazy.

“Haa…”

Never mind.

Let’s not care.

Americano’s reputation is just in the game anyway. There’s no need to worry about reputation even in the game.

‘But why are you so worried?’

Sigh.

She asked Cappuccino.

“So, what did you see?”

‘Wow, you really said it.’

“You said you wouldn’t care.”

From not saying anything because Nabi was listening, it was an act of deceiving her.

Let’s not deceive.

Let’s not create secrets.

I already hold a huge secret.

This fake appearance of Americano is enough, what would I use more lies for?

Since the fake appearance is fake, whatever reputation I get will disappear someday.

So, let’s live as honestly as possible now.

“Anyway.”

She glanced at Nabi.

“What did you see in Nabi’s Dream?”

Nabi flinched for a moment.

But she stubbornly pretended to sleep.

‘It was ugly.’

Cappuccino stared in disbelief.

She coughed and said.

‘It was connected to the world of Dream Demons.’

“The world of Dream Demons?”

‘The Dream World.’

“The Dream World?”

‘It’s hidden so secretly that even witches don’t know about it, but they have to stick to people and maintain Dreams in order to maintain their world.’

“So that’s connected to Nabi’s Dream?”

‘…Tell me honestly. Is it fun?’

It was fun.

Nabi’s Dream was connected to the Dream World, the world of Dream Demons.

What will Nabi imagine alone when she hears this fact?

“But the Great Devil attached those Dream Demons to me to monitor me.”

Flinch.

“Then that means the Great Devil lives in that Dream World?”

Flinch.

“The Great Devil isn’t going to suddenly control Nabi, is he?”

Flinch.

‘I’m not saying anything, but you’re just going crazy talking to yourself.’

Americano shrugged and smiled at Cappuccino’s sarcasm.

‘So what are you going to do? Take it off?’

“I have to take it off.”

‘Huh? Is that okay?’

“It doesn’t have to be Nabi. There are Dream Demons all over the place right now.”

If the gate to the Dream World is the Ancient Nightmare, then all I have to do is find someone else with the Ancient Nightmare.

More than that,

“Hoo…”

Ancient Devil.

Hite.

What am I going to do about that guy?

‘I think I need to renew my resolve.’

Americano decided to reaffirm her resolve not to deceive as self-hypnosis.

It’s because she kept the Ancient Devil a secret from Skilla.

At the time when she kept the Ancient Devil a secret, she took the resolve lightly and broke it as soon as she made it.

But that shouldn’t have happened.

If you make a resolve, you should know it’s heavy.

You should never take your own words lightly. Otherwise, all your determination will become empty words.

Self-hypnosis.

Let’s not deceive.

There are no secrets.

Let’s be honest.

Don’t think too deeply.

As if brainwashing herself, the same input information began to bubble in her head.

Something she had been doing for a long time.

Self-hypnosis proceeded quickly.

It felt strange to make a resolve as self-hypnosis now.

I know what this feeling is.

It’s a reality check.

Self-hypnosis.

As I try to be honest with myself, my past self, which is contrary to self-hypnosis, began to feel shameful.

“Haa…”

It would have been nice and clean if I had been like this from the beginning.

How easy would it have been if I could have judged people as easily as I judged monsters from the beginning?

Still,

‘Is a month a fast time?’

It would have been much better if I had realized it before I became close to Tang So-hye or Skilla. Even if I regret it late, it’s water under the bridge.

Let’s be honest.

Let’s not deceive.

Of course, the standard is myself.

Let’s not deceive ourselves about what we want and be honest with ourselves.

Let’s move forward aggressively, just like when we climbed the Tower and fought monsters.

Yeah, let’s do it like we did with the monsters. Did Obram care that he was an orc who could talk? Don’t break yourself like you would a monster.

The more I used my own experiences as examples, the clearer the direction of my self-hypnosis became.

‘….’

Cappuccino shared Americano’s changes.

Even if we don’t share memories, we share changes in our hearts in real time.

‘You know it’s a bit out of the blue, right?’

“….”

I know.

But I had to do it.

I can’t just keep looking at Skilla, Nabi, or Tang So-hye’s reactions. I can feel myself losing my pace every time I look at their reactions.

I think too much unnecessarily because I’m trying to adapt myself to the other person.

Now that I’ve realized it, I know.

During the first challenge on [Floor 32].

The reason I was thinking so much was because I had forgotten the habit of cutting off thoughts concisely with party climbing.

Americano knows what kind of person she is.

The deeper I think, the more pessimistic I become.

I have a lot of worries.

I have a lot of concerns.

I consider many possibilities.

So I’ve been trying to develop the habit of cutting off thoughts quickly.

Why would I bother to cut off thoughts quickly?

It’s because I know from experience that thinking for a long time just makes me wallow in a swamp of thoughts.

Americano raised her fist.

“….”

She hit her head.

I’m thinking too much again.

She tapped her head.

‘Rough life.’

“Yeah, you’re lucky you’re a frog. You just have to do what your owner tells you to do.”

Hoo…

She sighed.

She stretched.

Self-hypnosis.

My perspective on the world has changed.

I feel like I’ve woken up from a Dream.

She turned to look at Nabi.

“Nabi.”

“….”

She was pretending to sleep.

“I know you’re awake.”

“….”

“I heard it all from the frog. She said you told her to pretend to sleep?”

“….”

If you know that much, you can’t hide it anymore.

Nabi opened her eyes slightly and met her gaze.

She raises her upper body.

A suspicious look.

Americano shrugged as she received that gaze.

“I don’t need to explain, right?”

“Yes…”

Nabi touched her chest.

“You’re saying that a Dream Demon sent by the Great Devil to monitor you is hiding in me?”

“Yes.”

“Is there no way to remove it?”

“There is.”

“What’s the method?”

“The easiest way is to have a minion of another Great Devil do it.”

“That’s…”

An unpardonable heresy.

“Don’t worry, I’m not telling you to dabble in black magic. There’s an Ancient Devil nearby, so if you have him do it, you can easily solve it.”

“There’s an Ancient Devil? Nearby?”

“Devils are surprisingly close. For example, they’re in your Dream. For example, they’re in the accommodation we’re staying in. For example, they’re in the room next to us.”

She glanced at the next room.

Skilla is in the next room.

Lee Su-ju was there.

“Don’t tell me…”

“That’s right.”

Nabi’s eyes shook violently.

She was flustered, not knowing what to do.

“Don’t worry. He listens to me very well. He won’t do anything I hate. Probably. Even if he does, Skilla isn’t someone he can easily defeat.”

“Why does he listen to you so well? What’s the basis for that?”

“….”

How do I explain it?

Americano held out her index finger to Cappuccino and put her on her finger.

“Dream Frog.”

“….”

“You’ve heard that a lot, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Then you must have heard about the Great Devil too? The Great Devil who descended on Medusa. Apparently, that Great Devil likes me very much. He even sent a minion to serve me.”

“….”

Nabi’s head was spinning.

“That means… Americano-nim… No, in the first place, your level is 3.”

Haha.

It was funny.

Level 3, she says.

Who?

“3… 3…”

Americano tilted her head to the opposite side every time she said 3.

“My level is 33.”

“….”

“I didn’t really intend to deceive you. I had unavoidable circumstances that made it difficult for me to speak properly. I tried to pronounce it clearly, but you guys just heard 3 and mistakenly assumed it was level 3. You should have listened to the end of what I said.”

“….”

“Nabi, you seem to be thinking a lot? Well, I apologize for not clearing up the misunderstanding right away.”

It was a lot of trouble.

Clearing up misunderstandings was a difficult task for someone who found communication troublesome.

It’s a hassle to explain.

It’s a hassle to persuade.

Even conversations have to follow order and timing, which is complicated.

‘Well, not anymore.’

Realization.

This is also a kind of realization.

But it was unexpected.

The tone of my voice, which I decided to be bold with,

“It’s a bit out of the blue, but yes, I’m Anonymous, who Skilla likes very much. Nabi, what do you think of meeting Anonymous in person?”

Unexpectedly, it was full of playfulness.