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He hit the bottle on his head and broke it.
Fresh blood flowed from his forehead as he was hit defenselessly.
With a sharp scream.
“Kwaaak!”
He was rolling around in pain, as if he hadn’t even expected this situation.
When he left a message in the man’s ear telling him not to come to the temple again, he seemed to have understood it even though he was drunk and ran away at full speed.
Brother Jinsang disappeared in the blink of an eye.
I quietly turned back and entered the temple again.
Squeak-
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When I opened the door, Paula was in front of me.
It seems like everyone was watching through the slightly open door.
He took out her lost item, the Arca statue, from his pocket and handed it to her.
“Are you okay?”
When Paula saw the statue, her eyes widened and she looked at her waist, where the accessory was supposed to be.
It seemed like she was now aware of the fact that she had lost it.
She carefully received the statue and bowed her waist.
“Thank you so much, brother.”
“Does this happen often?”
“hehehe, not really.”
“No, not that one.”
Her gaze was directed at the statue,
I said, looking at the spot where the guy just fell and rolled.
The saint answered, understanding what I meant.
“…Yes. “It doesn’t happen often.”
Just before I arrived, when she was in the middle of a fight.
When a hint of negativity towards her Arca came out of the drunkard’s mouth, she stretched her arms to his neck without hesitation.
Clear hostility, and even murderous intent.
This is not a reaction that should come from her at this point.
Paula’s mental breakdown is an inevitable future, but there is such a thing as a stage.
But at the same time, I also had this thought.
If bad news overlaps with bad news, that could happen.
I just had bad luck today.
During the last terrorist attack. As if a Class A monster was naturally created with an astronomical probability.
“Paula, this may be pointless, so I’ll just ask you once and then go back.”
“Yes.”
“Are you worried? “It’s pointless to talk to a student who just came out of his head, but as an instructor, I also have a duty to listen.”
Paula looked back and forth between the statue and me,
She said soon.
“Brother.”
“Yes.”
“By any chance, have you had dinner?”
I did.
“No.”
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Time is approaching late at night.
When I returned to the dormitory, I sat down on the chair in front of the desk.
Excluding the religious leader, I may be the first person to have a meal with a saint.
Her concerns that could be heard in that short meeting were simple and difficult.
‘Brother, I would like you to answer honestly.’
‘Yes.’
‘Am I qualified to attend the academy?’
Confidence and assurance that I usually lacked.
That became the catalyst for my actions during the last terrorist attack,
It made her think seriously.
She said that one day, far from standing shoulder to shoulder with students,
Wouldn’t it be a nuisance to those who are protected until the end?
I answered.
‘Of course there is. The boy who just returned home with a torn forehead is still doing well, so why not?
‘Well, that’s not the story.’
‘Paula, you need to have a broader perspective. There’s still a long way to go, and we’ve just stepped off the starting line. To put it bluntly, you might be the top student when you graduate.’
Lies that come out like breathing.
Nothing was right.
She can never become strong like others in a normal way,
Because the probability of being alive before graduation converges to 0.
But, I guess my answer was very touching.
Paula asked her second question as if straining her voice.
‘Well, then it’s a story of what if. If I become that strong, will I be able to become a disciple like Sister Scarlet?’
It was a question that was asked based on assumptions.
The intention was extremely transparent.
She seemed to want to come under me,
I answered.
‘Of course.’
I did not ask to start writing the application form right away.
It would have been the same if the opponent had been Adella, but the saint is a character fundamentally different from those heroines.
Someday they will reach out to me, but I’m not ready yet.
I plan to bring in the items and abilities to take care of that mentality as much as possible.
However, her complexion improved significantly just by her confirmation about the uncertain future.
‘I will work hard! ‘I’ll work really hard!’
Thanks to that brighter expression, my worries eased,
That’s why I’m still distraught after returning to the dormitory.
A word that was close to a sigh flowed out.
“Wow, what an odd character.”
This is a fake world built on a game,
That’s why she doesn’t look like a human, and I don’t feel any more sympathy than necessary.
Nevertheless, the narrative of the character Paula Maria was so strange that it was impossible to lie comfortably.
Torture and brainwashing during childhood. That’s how the obsessively good personality was created. She seemed to have received the misfortune she would receive for the rest of her life in advance, but she had no future in which she could be saved.
The only ending is that he was used by me and the cult leader, and he slowly went crazy, eventually exploding and dying.
What I can change is about that time.
An unpleasantly bizarre narrative.
But, what can we do?
Rather than worrying about things I couldn’t change, I decided to just sleep.
I turned on the battery power switch and looked around aimlessly.
I decided to prove the hypothesis that I would be able to sleep soundly only if I used up all my mana.
This is a desk made of wood.
Can’t I get rid of this useless insomnia attribute?
This is a seal with a built-in mana circuit.
Or is it because of physical strength? Is it more so because of the A-level stats?
Paradise will spread out at the end.
Oh, wait a minute.
What just happened?
I stopped walking aimlessly and looked closely at the bookshelf I had just passed.
Books, books, ordinary books.
And I roughly placed it in between….
Paradise will spread out at the end.
An extraordinary book whose essence cannot be read through its fragments.
I took it out.
“This…” . “Paula gave it to me.”
A Bible wrapped and tied with a red ribbon.
This is a gift she gave me the day I became a believer.
As you can see from the ribbon that has not yet been unwound,
I have never opened it since the day I received it.
I just kept it on my bookshelf thinking it would be one of the gift templates for new believers.
I am not a believer, so I have no need to read the Bible.
But, that didn’t seem to be the case.
“No way.”
With slightly trembling hands, I untie the ribbon and open it.
As you quickly go through the written information, you get closer to proving your doubts.
The content is that of an ordinary Bible.
But, what caught my eye until the end.
A snake-shaped pattern drawn in black.
It was the moment when doubt transformed into certainty.
“Application form… ?”
An item that exists only as a setting, the original version of the Arca Church Bible.
Biblical Esperant.
That crazy thing is in my hands right now.
If things had been as they were, the items would have already been opened and belong to the saint.
The Saint was the cult’s masterpiece, but it was also a dangerous bomb.
The personality that reacted more sensitively to ‘wolves’ and ‘monsters’ than necessary had too many dangerous variables to throw into the academy.
You could be dragged by a bad wolf, go on a rampage, and be subdued in vain.
This application is intended to prevent such unfortunate events.
You can think of it as providing a staircase for her so that she can go crazy steadily and sincerely.
At the beginning of the plot, I absorb her anger every time she gets upset so that her mentality doesn’t collapse.
After that, gradually raise her threshold, helping her to go crazy as if she steadily steps on her stairs.
“So, it was because I didn’t have this…” !”
Now I understand all the behavioral patterns.
He gave this to me without even opening it, so he went crazy without any brakes.
Be it inevitable fate or not, the plot was completely twisted from the moment I first visited the temple.
I felt stupid for not knowing this until now, but it was also unfair.
I knew, of course, that after reading this original book to her, it would belong to her.
But no. The fact that the snake symbol remains means that it has not started working yet.
Whatever the reason, the only thing that remains is that the saint at this point has not read this.
And I’m not a fool to give this back to her.
If it had already been opened and belonged to a saint, it would have been impossible to do anything about it.
I was given a chance.
An opportunity to remodel this holy relic.
This is a turning point that could change her future.
The desire to sleep disappeared.
She immediately sat down at her desk and started rolling her head.
First of all, what I need to measure is whether I can transform this sacred object of the highest rank from its essence.
It’s not that I haven’t tried modifying the highest-ranking relics, but that was thanks to the characteristics of Cheonhwa.
The main body was divided into several petals, so it was that easy.
Even that went back to its original state after just a week.
This should not be approached that way.
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The moment she becomes possessed and begins to function, further modifications become impossible.
That is why we need to change it from the root at once.
‘I think the circuit will work somehow.’
I am confident in the mana circuit. I am confident that I can do it.
The problem is mana. An incredibly vast amount of magical power that would flow through that circuit and change the holy object.
Right now, there is only one person in Russell with that level of magical power.
The guy I met this afternoon.
“Did you say room 201 of the research building?”
Velen Hathos, the master of gluttony.
I have a goal.
After deceiving him, she said she would take advantage of that power.
It is a goal worth pursuing.
How can someone interfere that a world was made from game instead of the game was made from the world