#015
Insects skittering beneath the skin, a priest holding a dark stone knife, slicing into human flesh and drenching it with his own blood.
Isn’t this the makings of a crazy cult no matter how you look at it?
#014
It’s said that peasants in the medieval era typically never ventured farther than 30km from where they were born throughout their entire lives.
Moving was rare and long journeys even rarer. The pinnacle of a peasant’s adventure might be strolling to the neighboring village to peddle wares.
#013
“Long time no see, Antonio.”
“Sent by Casimir, I presume?”
“You arrived earlier than I expected. I was informed it would take three days.” Antonio set his knitting aside.
“So, did you meet Fabio?”
“All this time, and not even a ‘how have you been’ from you.”
#012
“Indeed, Antonio is truly a generous person.”
I roughly grasped what had happened.
Antonio must have known that I received a blessing not in accordance with the Order. Fearing that if I wandered near the Order’s altar without knowing anything, I might be branded as a heretic and face challenges.
#011
A jolt of surprise ran through me upon seeing the system message.
What? Hypnosis?
“You seem surprised.”
“Huh?”
“What startled you?”
My mind raced to find a plausible excuse.
#010
The day I first entered Antonio’s house, I realized something:
There are subtly expensive items everywhere.
Though Antonio lived modestly and it wasn’t immediately obvious, there were several items that a lower-class clergyman like him shouldn’t typically possess.
#009
Six months have passed since I started learning to read and write from Antonio.
That’s right.
Half a year.
Damn these medieval people!
#008
Bell-ringer Antonio was the only literate person in our village.
As a result, whenever the villagers were puzzled about something, they first turned to him for answers.
#007
“In order to survive this insane medieval era, I needed to boost my mental strength.”
People from the Middle Ages typically had a mental fortitude of around 30. At that score, the sight of a rotting corpse might upset your stomach for a few days at most.
#006
With a jolt, I found myself waking up in the Dark Realm.
In other words, I had been plunged headfirst into a chaotic maelstrom of a medieval era, thick with religious fanaticism. The kicker? I wasn’t standing against this fervent horde — I was supposed to lead them.
#005
What if Hapenesus’s core philosophy is just a bunch of nonsense? Then I’ll just ignore it!
I’ve bent the rules before, like when I played the ‘Reverse the Plague’ strategy and drastically reduced the plague’s death rate.
#004
Isn’t it a gamer’s creed to conquer the unbeaten path?
Why did I keep choosing the path of sorrow? Because through trial and error, I found that unhappiness was the only way to extend my playtime with Hapenesus.