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The benefits of the third person were much greater than I had expected. After all, martial arts were created to fit the structure of life.

We’ve created various technologies to attack human vision.

But if you look at it from a third-person perspective, all this effort can become meaningless.

Because everything is visible.

The opponent’s tricks too.

And some clever moves.

The other person’s wink too.

All of them.

Compared to when I saw the world with my own two eyes, I had an incredible amount of information at my disposal, and within a few days, I was able to buy time with Rasha, who was showing some sincerity.

At first, I had a hard time adjusting. Not only was the field of vision difficult, but moving my body while looking at it from a third-person perspective was also very difficult.

But once I got used to it, I couldn’t be more comfortable.

The best thing about it is that it gives you confidence.

It’s not the confidence that was forced through the Messagaki skill, but the confidence that I had back when I was standing in front of the monitor and making faces.

Soul Academy’s pride of rotten water.

The belief that I could face any kind of monstrous enemy that came my way gave me the strength to stand up.

It’s also nice that it’s easy to find areas for improvement. Since I can see my movements from an objective perspective, I can make corrections on the spot.

You even developed a bit of narcissism because of it?

Because the sight of Lucy dancing like a fairy and fighting the enemy was so beautiful.

To avoid any misunderstanding, I want to state this in advance: I do not sympathize with the perversion of the sloppy god!

Because it’s more of an admiration for a pretty piece than a sexual desire!

Actually, that’s the problem!

How can I have any desire to face Lucy, who is wearing such a gentlemanly armor!

It’s been a long time since I became a eunuch, but I never thought that my mind would become a eunuch too!

No. It could be because Lucy looks so childish.

Let’s try it out against Fabiana Joy later.

This is a matter of immense importance, perhaps more so than the fate of the world.

‘…Me. Me!? I wasn’t thinking about anything?!’

No matter how comfortable my grandfather is with me, I can’t talk to him about these worries.

If you say something like, “I can’t get excited about myself because I don’t know anything about my inner self,” people will ask if you’re crazy!

‘Ugh. Haa. About the Pope’s plans.’

‘Yes, that’s bullshit.’

Thank goodness, even though it was just an excuse I made up, my grandfather didn’t seem suspicious.

If you had asked me if I had any other concerns besides that, I would have really bitten my tongue!

As I listened to my grandfather’s agreement, a really strange thought crossed my mind.

The Pope’s plan, as I heard, was similar to what was in the game.

If you look at only the introduction, development, turn, and conclusion, wouldn’t it be safe to say that they are perfectly consistent?

His dream of re-opening the age of mythology, starting a war, destroying the gods, and then disappearing along with the evil god Agra, never wavered for hundreds of years.

Even now that the game has become reality, the Pope is still dreaming the same thing.

The dream is to make Armadi the one and only great god.

In the past, when I was beyond the monitor, I never thought that his dream was impossible to achieve, apart from being absurd.

At that time, it was thought that even gods could die at any time.

Just looking at the number of gods I’ve killed beyond the monitor right now, it’s considerable.

There was a time when people would routinely say that the god in the dungeon was the most sloppy.

But now I wonder. I recently learned how difficult it is to kill a god while dealing with the evil spirit of darkness.

God is a conceptual being.

God cannot disappear unless someone takes his place.

‘Grandfather. Is it really possible for one god to have multiple powers?’

This must be true, as it is what my grandfather said, having lived in the age of myths and being close to many gods.

And the Pope, like his grandfather, lived in a mythical age and fought alongside the gods as an apostle of evil, so he would understand that it is difficult to kill a god.

But the Pope never once doubted that he would fail.

In the game and in reality, he ran toward his goal without hesitation.

It would be easier if the Pope had simply lost his mind, but he is a man who has lost his mind.

I wouldn’t do anything unless I was certain of it.

‘I guess I should slowly get out of here.’

‘I don’t think there’s anything more to do here.’

I think I’ll find something if I talk to other people.

I can’t see the answer with my level of intelligence.

Is this also an effect of having a third-person point of view?

Now I can objectively see that I’m stupid.

No, maybe it’s because my intelligence has increased compared to before?

I was smiling at the thought that I had become wiser when my grandfather spoke urgently.

‘Right?’

‘It can’t be helped. They can’t harm me.’

In normal circumstances, it would have been impossible to even dream of escaping. There are limits to dealing with multiple people alone.

But now the situation is different. They are limited in what they can do, but I can do anything.

‘I’ve finished looking around the inside of the mansion, analyzed the Paladins’ power to some extent, and have a rough idea of where the exit is. I think I can escape after five or six attempts?’

‘Grandfather. I am still a disciple of the Lord, right? I won’t deny that I enjoyed it, but I am not the kind of person who only thinks about that!’

We’ve spent so much time together that you’re still upset. You know better than anyone how serious I am about the dungeon.

‘Did you think I wouldn’t conquer a dungeon like this!?’

‘That’s the condition you don’t need to worry about the most.’

‘It’s hard to explain in words. You’ll understand when you see it.’

I swarmed the fairies around, took out my shield and mace, and kicked the door open.

The two knights waiting outside sighed deeply, probably thinking that I was being a jerk again.

So I didn’t have time to react when he swung his blunt weapon at me.

One falls, clutching his side, while the other one tries to regain his composure, but is unable to fully respond to the unexpected.

The gap that would have been invisible in the shield before was clearly visible in the third-person perspective.

So I was able to exploit that gap.

He jumped in and struck the area near the temple with his shield, incapacitating the remaining knight.

Up to this point, everything went as planned.

Phew. Alright. Let’s try a speed run.

I run through the mansion with light steps. Silently and quickly, like a fairy fluttering her wings.

I’ve already finished calculating the route the knights usually take.

If you take this route, you can get there without meeting anyone.

Of course, it’s impossible to avoid detection at all. Their surveillance network isn’t that lax.

Now you’ll start to hear some screaming.

“Disperse now!”

“Apostolic city!”

From now on, there’s no point in calculating the route, because we don’t know how they move in an emergency situation.

For now, I’ll pursue the optimized route, but if I get caught, there’s nothing I can do.

I walked with a light heart, as if I was moving across the monitor, and arrived in front of a door with great ease.

A place where the knights were terrified and tried to stop me from entering a while ago.

I don’t know for sure, but it’s definitely a place where something important is waiting.

“Hey kid. What are you doing?”

“Our puppy is very loyal, isn’t it?♡ Did he miss his owner’s smell that much?♡”

“If you’re going to escape, prepare better. If your first attempt fails, you know it’ll be harder from then on.”

“Are you worried?♡ Puhuhu♡ So cute♡ Okay~♡ I’ll play with you a lot later♡”

Judging by Rasha’s indifferent reaction, this room is unfortunately not the right answer.

But let’s check it out first. We need to know what’s behind this so we can make our next plans.

Rasha frowned as I grabbed the handle.

“Kid. I don’t usually give advice like this, but you’d be better off not opening that door.”

“Why?♡ What’s behind here?♡ Does our puppy have a dog house?♡”

“You’ll regret it.”

“What’s so embarrassing that you’re making such a fuss?♡”

I opened the door, ignoring Rasha’s dissuasion, and closed my lips after seeing what was inside.

I was in the room.

To be exact, I was full of frames and ornaments with my paintings that were probably made at an art school, and rugs I had embroidered, and anyway, wherever I looked, I was full of myself.

As I stood frozen in awe at the bizarre sight that a slutty fox could create, Rasha snorted behind me.

“I told you. I regret it.”

“Hey, pup. Is this yours?”

“Is it true that I’m crazy and would buy your painting with money? Of course it’s your mother’s. People who are old enough to be greedy are greedy.”

…Uh. So, the Pope was decorating my paintings in this room and giggling?

I just thought about it for a moment and it made me vomit.

This time, Rasha was right.

Fuck. I want to hit myself in the head and erase my memories.

sincerely.