episode_0007

I’m not sleeping!

Well, you’re wearing pajamas, curled up, your eyes closed, and most sensory signals aren’t reaching your brain.

uh?

Is this sleeping?

But that’s not to say I’m completely awake. Even though the information that Rebecca Rolf can take in through her body is reduced, I can only sense six out of hundreds of screens.

My condition is stranger than I thought.

I’m lying down, breathing evenly. But I’m looking around from above. It’s a third-person perspective.

I’ve been watching from the beginning, but when the girl is awake, it’s so immersive, like when you’re playing a computer game.

Now, I’m just like when I step away from my computer to take a break from playing a game. Instead of looking at my computer, I’m looking at my phone next to me, and I’m looking at a woman named Joanna Smith.

You’re getting to know me little by little.

I know I’m weird, but, uh, well.

Rather, isn’t it that the functions have increased?

Becoming smarter, having a handsome or pretty face, things like that.

If you’ve been reincarnated, this is something most people have experienced. Of course, I’ve only seen it in creative works, but creative works originally need to provide catharsis by comparing them to reality, right?

But this is reality for me.

It’s real, but it doesn’t feel real at all. The only reality for me is this coldness.

So I want more warmth.

While I was thinking like that, Hieronymus came into the room. He approached me slowly and hesitantly, as if he was exploring a sleeping wild animal.

It might be fun to stand up and yell, but that would be crossing the line.

Oh my, he’s finally showing his true colors! I thought to myself, and then my body started to become a mess again.

I just repelled the warmth that was in front of my eyes. I lack warmth.

But I can tolerate a little more cold.

The time I spent looking up at the light and doing nothing and just enduring it helps me in times like this.

Where have I seen it?

They say that both hunting and farming require patience.

Hunting. Learn about the creature you want to catch, find its way, and ambush it there. And catch it. But more than half of the time, you fail. Then start over.

Farming. We spend a lot of time working to get food. We plant seeds and wait for them to grow, and we barely manage to harvest the fruits after avoiding countless threats. But our lives depend on the heavens.

Patience is required, but luck is also required.

It takes a lot of information to reduce that.

For now, I have to hold my breath and gather my things.

By the way, are you just going to check if I’m sleeping and leave? If you took some other measures, you could have seen me again.

There’s nothing I can do.

Let’s just say we’re just using each other.

Meanwhile, in the distance, Joanna Smith is standing in a room.

He looks awkward when he sees his own blue hands. No, judging from the fact that he keeps bending and straightening one finger, I think he’s surprised that his missing finger has returned.

She stands in front of a very old mirror and looks at herself in wonder at her reflection. Through her eyes, I see myself.

I feel like I’m looking at a picture within a picture.

Judging by the drag marks on the floor, she didn’t really look in the mirror. Thinking back on her image in her memories, she might not have wanted to see it.

But now it’s different.

Joanna is delighted to see her transformation, and often stops herself from singing something.

huh?

Unfortunately, I can’t tell exactly what you’re thinking, so I don’t know what you’re trying to say.

It is possible to guess what someone is thinking by looking at their words, their gaze, their actions, and the state of their body. This is also called cold reading.

Cold reading is the process of guessing what someone is thinking by observing their unconscious body movements. It is a technique used by not only cults but also businessmen.

People who are often said to be sociable often use this skill unconsciously. It’s just that I’ve categorized it into language for easier understanding.

Joanna soon recited a sentence.

That’s the order Jerome gave just now.

Be a warrior of faith and take care of those who have blessed you.

Well, it’s simple.

Plus, it’s definitely motivating.

Unless you’re completely oblivious, it’s not hard to figure out what this woman thinks of you.

Faith, worship.

People don’t know how they’ll roll over in that area, but that’s how it is for now.

She’s focused on the back end, but it’s really up front. Put some tasty bait and let her do the work.

If up until now that tasty bait was just a blessing from a non-existent god, now I was enjoying the physical blessing.

So I chose the profession of a warrior of faith who can kill people with faith.

If you look at the current situation, it’s exactly the same as the ancient assassin group. They feed you hallucinogenic substances to show you pleasure, and if you do as they say, you can reach this garden of pleasure. Then, you become an assassin who doesn’t fear death and goes to kill your opponent.

I don’t mind dying, because I’m going to the garden of pleasures.

Moreover, the surrounding environment is structured to fundamentally block out other thoughts. It is structured to make it difficult to have doubts about the garden of pleasure and the person giving orders.

It’s become a daily routine to be surrounded by people who think exactly the same way, even with their faces hidden behind masks, so it’s impossible to form deep relationships.

So, I crave more and more for a connection with a higher being, where my only individuality is the pattern on my mask and clothes.

In order to gain individuality, you have to show even stronger loyalty!

Hahaha.

It’s a really bad cult. But I’ve decided to use this place as a feeding trough, so I have to adapt.

Before we debate good and evil, shouldn’t I live first?

And soon, she put on a mask over her head and a piece of cloth that covered her head, and she walked to the place where the warriors of faith were trained.

I know it even if no one teaches me.

Because she cleaned out this entire den. Thanks to her, I also got my hands on a map of the entire den.

Hehehe.

Oh my god, I know all the secret places.

People ignored her, calling her a dirty old woman. She is a being that does not exist in this world, but can be ignored as it is, or ignored as it is not, like a cleaning robot.

Thanks to that, I know all the areas. You know what? I even know the escape routes. Because those routes also need maintenance and repair.

Repair the light sources along the escape route and check to see if any of them have collapsed.

Of course, originally, she couldn’t do it. There’s someone who should be in charge of that job. But that person is also a high-ranking person in this cult. So.

I don’t want to do chores.

Isn’t this what we call human error? It is also said that the biggest enemy of a security device is not how sophisticated the security device is, but the people who use it.

As we walked, I did a little bit of searching through Joanna’s memories.

Joanna and I. I wonder what Hieronymus is doing between the two of them, but since he is out of sight, let’s focus on him.

Meanwhile, Joanna arrives at a place full of people called Warriors of Faith. It’s surprisingly noisy.

In that space, there are also those who were above where I was summoned earlier. I can see the armor lined up neatly on one side.

And then there’s someone in a position like an instructor getting angry and whipping people who are lined up in tough positions in their underwear in front of a well-organized set of armor.

If you listen to what they say, they are spouting out things like they created a danger in the place where the leader was, they shot without giving orders, and they are collectively responsible.

But if you listen closely, you’ll see that he’s just afraid that the responsibility for the failure will fall on him. I don’t know if Joanna knows that, but she’s used to the sight, so her heart doesn’t waver at all.

I’ve seen it often in my memories.

Of course, I don’t sympathize with those who are being abused, because once the instructor leaves, they abuse those under them.

So, Joanna also quickly escaped to another place in that situation.

She is an unfortunate and abused human being.

Therefore, he is a wicked person.

Good deeds are something that people who are living a happy life can do, but they are a luxury for people who are living a hellish life.

That is why when an unfortunate person does good, that good is of great value. It is a miracle.

At least there’s no one here who has that kind of miracle.

Now the bad guys are talking to each other.

Joanna explained first. She was going to become a warrior of faith as Jerome had commanded. At those words, a hint of jealousy and doubt appeared faintly on the face of the man who was the instructor. Then, she looked around to figure out who she was dealing with.

Of course I don’t know who it is.

The instructor asked for her name, and Joanna didn’t know her name when she told him.

Because I’ve never said her name even once. Up until now, Joanna was just an NPC standing in the middle of the road while playing a game without any quests.

The instructor introduced himself, as if he thought Joanna was new. Of course, Joanna knew who the instructor was.

And he called one of the men he was whipping.

While saying that he needs to evaluate Joanna’s skills first, the instructor advises her to fight.

Joanna accepted it with a strange ease.

Aside from her body recovering and her skin turning purple, she doesn’t have any special powers, right? I’ve been watching her from the perspective of her, but I’ve never done anything to test her powers like a superhuman.

I have doubts, the instructor has doubts, and the opponent I’m fighting in front of me has doubts.

The man who was the instructor shouted to start.

At the same time, the man who had been looking into Joanna’s blind spot kicked her in the head with his foot.

Clang

The mask is broken.

It must hurt, but Joanna’s body doesn’t show any signs of fear or contraction. She accepts it so calmly, as if it doesn’t hurt at all.

Don’t even put your hand on the affected area.

And then the foot flies again. But Joanna’s eyes are fixed on the opponent. No, a little lower than the opponent’s gaze.

For a split second, my gaze falls on the flying foot, then I look away. Then, without looking any further, I block it with my hand.

I felt a tremendous impact on my hand and my wrist felt like it was being crushed, but strangely, there was no pain. Instead, I felt it growing back, and I grabbed the opponent’s foot and pulled it towards me, while I placed my other hand on the warrior’s chest.

No, it’s not the heart.

Physically, it looks like it was aimed at the heart, but it missed a little to the side or just hit the center.

But I can see it.

She aimed for the area where there was light.

And when my hand touched the light, I felt warmth.

Heh, heh heh.

This is the true joy of automatic hunting!

I feel warm even though I didn’t do anything, my goodness!

There’s Joanna wiping the blood away and saying it’s nothing, the instructors looking shocked, and the warriors aiming their weapons at Joanna, but that’s okay!

aha.

I finally learned a new method.

How to use it.

If I could, I would like to pour myself out a little more indiscriminately. I need to negotiate with Hieronymus, who has been watching the place from the beginning and has calmly barged in.

I need warmth.