#120

“What if I had some strange ulterior motive? Would you still be so eager to agree?” I asked, genuinely concerned. Nasir, though, just chuckled softly, like I’d said something completely ridiculous. “That would be even better.” ...Better? Better if I had some shady ulterior motive?

#119

“What happened to you?” I asked Nasir, keeping my voice down. “...Let’s talk somewhere else.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for my response, he turned and walked away. That’s when I saw it… a tail. A fluffy, furry tail was poking out from under his robe, swaying back and forth with each step he took.

#118

Athanas once told me he’d dreamed of the opening scene in Heretic Slayer. If that’s true, then maybe the dream he had now was tied to Heretic Slayer too. I tried to think of the holy relics that boosted mental strength. What were they again? Nothing came to mind.

#117

I didn’t want to meet anyone who worshipped the ‘Distorted One’ or any Othergod for that matter. But I need information. “What’s the Prophet like?” I asked, trying to sound curious. Andrea’s voice was thick with reverence. “He is the Lord’s Apostle, entrusted with the mission to restore order to this world.”

#116

“Athanas?” “Please just... give me a moment. Let me stay like this.” “What?” Before I could react, Athanas pulled me into a tight embrace. I... I can’t breathe. His heart pounded wildly against my chest, like he’d sprinted all the way here. But then, slowly, it began to steady, each beat calming as if settling after a storm. His voice, barely a whisper, reached my ear.

#115

“…What exactly are you planning to do with that?” I asked, trying to keep the apprehension out of my voice. “Curious, are we?” He smirked, clearly enjoying this. “Not really...” I muttered. Actually, not at all. I really, really didn’t want to know.

#114

...Is he an idiot? The thought flashed through my mind the second he blurted out his threat to kill himself. How is that supposed to be a threat, exactly? Is there even a law against aiding and abetting suicide in the Dark Realm? These questions spun around in my head. Not that I’d find any joy in watching someone die—obviously, it’s not a pleasant sight. But deep down, I knew Athanas wasn’t serious.

#113

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. “...No?” He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing with a sharp, probing intensity, like he was trying to peel away my skin and read whatever secret lay underneath. “Do you ever feel... detached from your body? Like it doesn’t quite belong to you?”

#112

Athanas should be furious with me right now. For a moment, I can still vividly see it—the sheer rage twisting his face into something unrecognizable. I remember him, drenched in blood, turning toward me with a rage so intense it made me want to step back. His teeth were bared, his steps slow and deliberate, like he was driven by some terrifying purpose...

#111

In elementary school, we had a lesson on planarian regeneration. It wasn’t exactly fun or inspiring. We sliced up worms that looked like little eraser shavings and stared at the wriggling pieces. What were we supposed to learn? Why did we have to do it? Planarian regeneration was already a well-known fact. Why repeat what had been done countless times before?

#110

My heart pounded fiercely. If I die, for whatever reason, I’ll wake up in Mother God’s faction... just like that? How... No, focus. Keep reading. Understand the full picture before jumping to conclusions. I needed more information before letting my mind run wild with speculation. I had to read every word in this strange ‘Notebook’, every story my future self deemed important enough to share, regardless of the consequences. Only then could I truly understand the mess I was in.

#109

I double-checked my status window, just to be sure, and there it was—a brand new trait. One I’d definitely never seen before. Unique Traits: [Miracle of the Silver Tongue], [The Whole World Is Beneath One’s Self], [???], [System User], [I Record, Therefore I Exist.] “…Since when did that get there?” I mumbled, my eyes drawn to the word ‘record’. It had to be linked to the God of Records somehow. Curiosity got the best of me, so I pulled up the trait’s description.
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