Still in disbelief even after seeing the changed scenery, I thrust my head out the window and swiftly scanned the area. Forest, field, wooden buildings, dirt road, people, livestock… this was a classic fantasy village.
The worst of residential areas with the lowest sanitation, even in this fantasy world that was without flush toilets. An Earthling like me could only think “How do they live unconcernedly in this kind of living hell?” towards the fantasy world natives’ idea of cleanliness; it was literally like living due to not being able to die.
“Brother, quickly get changed and eat.”
Despite being treated like one of the natives, my outfit remained as a uniform of Earth. I found it extremely suspicious how Lanuvel disregarded this point as if it were nothing important, so I decided to test her.
“What’s my name?”
She had been awfully grating on my nerves from a while ago, calling me “Brother”; it felt like her wannabe cute act was upgraded by a stage. But this whole situation was a sloppy mess after all; throwing me into a total stranger’s home and tying us up as family? It was far too unreasonable. This sort of casual scissors-and-paste job done by the teaching staff-…
“What moronic nonsense is this, all of a sudden? Brother is Brother. How should I know of a name that Brother hasn’t told me?”
I received a rebuke of nonsensical logic from Lanuvel.
My fist cried out for justice, but I held it back with transcendental patience—I couldn’t have my character called into question due to ‘domestic violence against little sister’.
“The clothes are really… truly plebeian.”
I went through all the clothes inside the shabby closet. The first thing that caught my eyes were the shirt and trousers that were sewed with space to spare so anyone could easily wear them. Clothes that fitted the body just right like on Earth were a luxury to the commoners of this fantasy world. Here, it was common sense to hold on for 3 years at a time wearing the clothes gifted on your birthday.
This was why commoners were clothes hangers that fitted the clothes. Men were bottles, women were cola bottles. This standard of body figure was actively recommended so that the clothes could be handed down to neighbors or relatives when you outgrew them. Perhaps this was why there were many ladies with nice figures?
“Brother! What are you doing where your little sister can see!”
Lanuvel, this wretched girl, had been watching on with glassy eyes before uttering a protest with a slightly reddened face, when she should have been aware that I was about to change.
I tossed my uniform at Lanuvel’s face in response.
Had my character truly been the lowest of the low like the Fantasy God narrow-mindedly claimed, then I would have thrown my 0.3mm mechanical pencil instead of the uniform.
“Lanuvel. Shut your trap before I strip you.”
After changing into shabby casual wear, I moved from the bedroom to the living room with Lanuvel in tow.
There was nothing in the living room.
“Brother, what is it?”
Fortunately, it seemed there was no story setting that went along the lines of “I am your father”. I would have genuinely flipped out if the teaching staff had gone so far as to insert that in a contrived manner and force it on me.
The dishes that Lanuvel had prepared in advanced on the dining table were quite excellent. Hot mushroom soup, soft rye bread, smoked mutton, fresh salad, cool horse milk, dessert fruit… Truthfully, this was far too lavish a feast to be called a single meal of a commoner household.
‘Lanuvel cooked all this?’
According to all my experiences in the 1st Playthrough, Lanuvel’s cooking skill was far from being bad, but was rather outstanding instead. Her ability to whip up meals edible for people regardless of poor environment, food materials and tools was really amazing. Of course, the fantasy element had to be included.
After eating, Lanuvel cleaned the dishes using livelihood magic. The hot soup, cold horse milk and so on were all products of her temperature controlling auxiliary magic. If I were to request it, then it should even be possible for her to make fruit with shaved ice as dessert; however, whatever the case, it was a bit too much for a single meal.
“It feels like it was a final feast…?”
I was confident to not be surprised even if Demon King Pedonar were to pop out of the blues. It would be the Demon King’s deathday and not mine, though.
“You’re too much, even though you ate well!”
Lanuvel thus fretfully exclaimed after immediately freezing the leftover food and storing them all away in a four-dimensional space.
I was slightly surprised at seeing her four-dimensional space magic, as that was a top-class auxiliary magic which Lanuvel could only learn much later in the 1st Playthrough. Could it be that… even her Status had changed along with the story setting?
▷Skills: Magic(A) Sorcery(A) Charm(B) Cooking(B) Eternal Youth(C)…
That wasn’t the case. She had the exact same Status as the Lanuvel in my memories, who would shout “Welcome Sir Hero”, initially had.
But I focused my attention on her Job, ‘Scholar’.
Scholar, a Job that increased the rank of Sorcery in proportion to accumulated knowledge. It made for a contrast with the Job, ‘Sorcerer’, whose Sorcery would improve along with higher ranks of ‘Vigor’, a Skill which evenly trained the body and mind. This being the case, things became simple.
‘Does this mean she was infused with a whole load of knowledge by the Fantasy God…?’
The story setting of her being my little sister had to be linked to that as well. While I didn’t know what kind of knowledge was added to Lanuvel’s head along with the change in education curriculum, it was definitely a sinister plot to try and control me.
It was necessary to be wary of the self-styled little sister, and as such…
I took a stroll around ‘Start Village’ by myself. After shaking Lanuvel off my tail who had tried to inconspicuously follow after me, I took the time to organize the situation.
For starters, my Status.
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Interpretation(A) ◼◼D
It was so cute and modest that I was on the verge of tears.
I immediately activated Black-Box.
▷Race: Chaos Human
▷Job: Hero(EXP 500%)
▷Skills: Divinity(MAX) Battle Spirit(SSS) Dark Energy(SSS) Massacre(SSS) Fabrication(SS) Chaos(SS) Destruction(SS) Tolerance(SS) Deadly Venom(SS) Physical Strength(SS) Endurance(SS) Agility(SS) Fighting Skill(SS) Five Senses(SS) Swordsmanship(SS) Majesty(SS) Oblivion(SS) Governance(SS) Swimming(SS) Boxing(SS) Sword Ki(SS) Slaughter(SS) Judgement(SS) Immortal(SS) Madness(SS) Summon(S) Empathy(S) Close Quarters Combat(S) Body Technique(S) Edification(S) Fortitude(S) Breakthrough(S) Stamina(S) Negotiation(S) Detect Foe(S) Breath(S) Recovery(S) Trade(S) Perseverance(S) Vitality(S) Tenacity(S) Incitement(S) Resistance(S) Vigor(S) Regeneration(S) Immunity(S) Composure(S) Iron Wall(S) Indestructible Body(S) Animal Training(S) Spear Throwing(S) Roar(S) Taunt(S) Threaten(S) Taboo(S) Pursuit(S) Mental Capacity(S) Murder(S) Coercion(S) Rage(S) Pillage(S) Cajole(S) Taming(S) Accuracy(S) Evasion(S) Sprint(S) Command(S) Search(S) Blessing(S) Fortune(A)…
▷Condition: Holy Sword, Saintess
A beautiful banquet of Skills!
My Level, however, hadn’t been recovered and was reset, the reason being that Black-Box was deactivated during the regression process. This meant that Infinity(E), the ‘Administrator Skill’ I had obtained through the subordinated Saintess H, would be of no use before regression. But that wasn’t to say that this Skill was useless.
▷D: Racial discrimination disappears.
▷E: Level will not decrease.
▷F: Rank will not fall.
Because it meant I would suffer no loss in Level or EXP even if I were to receive healing or blessings from a cleric. As for the eye-catching D-rank effect, however, I felt it was somewhat odd.
“Racial discrimination disappears?”
Perhaps it was something similar to President Lincoln’s emancipation of slaves. As no answer would come out even if I were to muse upon this for the time being, I moved on to a realistic issue.
I activated the ‘examine in detail’ function for Divinity(MAX), which had been put on hold as I passed over to the 6th Playthrough without even the chance to confirm it.
▶Z: Simply divine.
▷SSS: Receive worship.
▷SS: Employ divine reflection.
▷S: Ignore regular attacks.
▷A: Praise the heavens.
▷B: Purify Dark Energy.
▷C: Employ divine defense.
▷D: Grant blessing.
▷E: Withstand Dark Energy.
▷F: Employ divine attack.