Streamer in the Omniverse Spirituality

Here’s the chapter as promised. One day early because I actually had ti to write, thankfully.

I’m going to try getting back to the old schedule of one chapter every 3–4 days at most, and if nothing cos up, I’ll even try to speed that up to every 2–3 days. I’ve been feeling pretty inspired lately.

I’ll reply to all the comnts tomorrow, since I noticed there are around two chapters where I haven’t done that yet. I’m really sorry about that, I just haven’t had ti for almost anything these past few weeks because of work.

If anyone wants to read 3/7/13 chapters ahead of my story or simply support , that’s possible on my (P)(A)(T). If not, I still sincerely appreciate you reading. Thank you all very much!

That said, good night everyone, and enjoy the chapter!

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POV: Devas Asura

Refocusing entirely on my real self made let out a sigh of relief.

Having my mind partially inside the mory Image—even with the Shadow Puppet manifested within it, making the “image” not just an “image”—was uncomfortable.

The first thing I did after returning was close my eyes and inspect the inside of my soul, more specifically my spiritual energy and nightmare energy.

I already knew where I was, of course. Jinn had moved my body inside Proto-A, and we were flying sowhere over the sea near the coast.

She herself was beside , sitting next to the bed I was lying on.

I gestured to her with my hand and murmured, “I’m fine, just give a second,” both to her and to the stream. Then I focused on the changes that had occurred from visiting whatever world Mr. Fool belonged to.

I hadn’t gone there personally with my real body, but the Shadow Puppet was still , even if it was far more attuned to spiritual energy and nightmare energy.

So even though I hadn’t adapted and acquired what normally would have happened if I had gone there myself, I had still received… sothing, so to speak.

I “looked” at the “brain” of my soul and noticed the changes instantly. It wasn’t sothing I needed to check my status on the stream to realize.

My spiritual energy had beco denser and heavier, gaining a grayish, foggy coloration identical to that strange gray fog that hovered around the bronze table.

Yet at the sa ti, it felt far more illusory and deceptive.

The word “mystery” was the right one here. I knew that instinctively for so reason, almost like an insight born from my own spiritual energy.

My “spirituality”…

This “simple” change in my spiritual energy seed to grant it a bizarre potential focused on concealnt—sothing similar to, yet different from, what already existed in my nightmare energy—and distortion.

It was as if the boundaries between what was physical space and what was rely a concept had grown thinner. I felt that if I searched for them, I could find invisible “flaws” or “cracks” in the very logic of reality around , even if only to a small degree.

My nightmare energy, on the other hand, had lost so of its raw, brutal aggression, gaining a more unpredictable and absurd presence.

The coloration of the nightmare energy had grown deeper, and the lake of black sludge seed denser and more oily.

My Nightmares appeared more diffuse, as if they were no longer just “unreal” horrors born from a disturbed mind, but projections of sothing that had once existed and had beco part of a mory I could reach into—like a fisherman plunging his hand into a river and pulling out a fish.

The “unreal” and the “illusory” had begun to lose much of their difference from “reality” and the “real.”

The very concept of my hallucinations had changed as well.

I could feel that now, if I wanted to trap soone in a nightmare, I wouldn’t need to dominate their mind alone; I could literally deceive the senses of their physical body, “stealing,” so to speak, their sense of direction or space, trapping them in what could best be described as an invisible labyrinth where there are no real doors to escape the unreal monsters.

I could make an illusion—or a ntal wound inflicted within that illusion—manifest on the victim’s physical body through deception, grabbing hold of the “unreal” and “grafting,” “copying,” or creating a “door” for the wound to enter reality, swapping the logic of what was “unreal” with what was “real,” like so fucked-up magic trick.

It was confusing even to ; the logic entered levels of absurdity that made my head ache.

I had a vague impression that that world was insane on a stratospheric level. If this was what I managed to take away from going there only through the Shadow Puppet—breathing the remnants of that gray fog and being near Mr. Fool and that woman, Fors.

The Shadow Puppet was my shadow, the shadow of a human who was , so it sought to imitate, copy, and adapt to humans. Without there to copy, it copied the others around it—in this case Mr. Fool and Fors.

Their Beyonder path, or whatever the hell it was called—since I never got a very good explanation—must have those abilities.

Or maybe it was sothing from the fog—that would make sense too, considering how my nightmare energy was a byproduct of the Deerclops’ energy. Whatever that place was, sothing similar to what happened with the Deerclops’ “Pseudo-World” must have happened there.

My instincts had also beco much sharper thanks to the change in my spiritual energy. It was because of that that I realized sothing was wrong with that “Mother” card.

There was sothing wrong with the “Moon” as well, of course. There was always sothing wrong with the damn moon for so reason, but it was only a fraction of what was wrong with the “Mother.”

I didn’t know what it was, didn’t know what it did, and given that Mr. Fool clearly didn’t notice it and didn’t seem to perceive anything wrong beyond my reaction, it didn’t seem like sothing that ca from him.

On the contrary, the grayish spiritual energy I had brought back from there seed to have a natural enmity toward it—an instinctive, absolute repulsion against that thing. Even though there wasn’t really a “thing” there, only an image, even the image itself seed to be hated by the gray fog.

I also had no idea how it would affect if I were to touch that “Mother” card—or rather, the idea of touching the “Mother” existing in my mind.

It didn’t seem like sothing imdiate. If I had to describe it, it would be like lighting a bonfire in a dark forest: the act itself wasn’t dangerous, but what it would attract was.

Touching that “idea” and “image” would end up screwing over in the future sohow. I just knew it.

Looking at that gentle, warm, maternal smile on the “Mother’s” face simply caused such a strong repulsion, such a disgusting sense of biological corruption in my humanity and newly acquired spirituality, that I genuinely felt like vomiting…

While inspecting my energies, I noticed sothing else as well.

Inside what was the “brain” of my soul—the core of my spiritual energy—there was sothing growing there. Not literally; it was more like the awakening of sothing that, while being mine, also wasn’t.

At the sa ti that it was sothing new, it was also sothing that had always been there.

My spirituality told it was so kind of “consciousness.”

Or rather, a copy of the potential for a consciousness that existed at the root of the spiritual energy of that other world, strongly tied to that gray fog for so reason.

Three words—“deception,” “space,” and “change”—whispered in my ears whenever I tried to probe deeper.

Because my energy had copied the essence of that foggy domain, it had also copied the trigger for that consciousness that existed dormant there. However, since it wasn’t strictly the sa energy as theirs, the consciousness wasn’t the sa either, and my soul resolved this by creating sothing of its own.

To be completely honest, that place keeps seeming more and more terrifying…

I inspected the “consciousness” that was growing, being born, and at the sa ti awakening in the “brain” of my soul.

All three were happening simultaneously.

It was sothing new, since it was a copy created by , but it felt old as well. Extrely old and ancient—so much so that the word elder would fit perfectly.

It didn’t seem dangerous—that was what my instincts and spirituality told . I hesitated to say it was sothing beneficial; at the very least, it wasn’t bad.

Overall, it was sothing neutral, almost the way the Shadow Puppet was to .

I prodded that consciousness for a while longer before leaving it aside. I kept part of my attention there, since I wasn’t stupid enough to leave sothing like that unsupervised.

If anything happened, I would crush it that very second with my own consciousness, with Excalibur Asura, or with my title. But for now, I saw no reason not to leave it there and see what would co of this “consciousness” that was awakening.

After making a second sweep through the entire “interior” of my body and soul, I checked my status to make sure nothing was out of order, especially regarding that “consciousness.”

Again, I wasn’t an idiot.

It said—repeating the exact words: “A copy of a consciousness, created by the soul of the one known as ‘The Strear,’ using the idea of the‘Naless Foreign World’ as a vessel. Adapted from a historical projection of a fragnt of a distant mory belonging to an ancient and terrifying being.”

The idea of keeping that inside wasn’t nearly as pleasant anymore, I’ll be honest.

But since that thing was “,” just like the Shadow Puppet was also another “,” I ended up leaving it there anyway.

I quickly checked the “void” in my left shoulder, arm, and eye, since the Shadow Puppet—part of my “defense”—had moved away from my body while I was at the table with Mr. Fool.

But the thing was just as it had been before, neither advancing nor receding. I grabbed the Shadow Puppet and wrapped it back around the “void” just to be sure.

Once I was certain everything was in order, I opened my eyes.

I ca face to face with Jinn, leaning over the bed with her arms braced on either side of my body, her face inches from mine as she stared directly at .

“Beautiful eyes,” I complinted. “Mind moving them a little farther away?”

I had developed a certain appreciation for eyes after the Blood Moon and the changes that had happened to my right eye.

Jinn’s were beautiful.

Jinn seed to ignore , not moving back as she stared straight into my single eye. After a few seconds, she stepped away, standing beside the bed, and then asked:

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. A little confused about the recent events, but yes,” I replied, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed. I looked at her. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Jinn stared at for a mont as if I were mocking her.

“We’re connected, Devas.” She tapped her thigh. “Forgot?”

“…Did you get any backlash?” I asked, a little hesitant.

I was certain my panic attack hadn’t spilled over here. What happened had happened because of the mory Image and my consciousness there; my real body hadn’t reacted the sa way.

Because if the sa thing that happened in the mory Image had happened here, the people on the continent probably would’ve been deleted from existence, and that would’ve been pretty bad.

Still, there was the connection between Jinn and . Ozma was exempt since he was inside my Spiritual Kingdom—at most, the weather there would’ve changed.

But Jinn was, in a way, an extension of myself…

Fortunately, she shook her head.

“No. The true extent of what happened stopped at the boundary of our connection. It didn’t affect , but I felt how it affected you.” Her voice grew more concerned.

Then she repeated:

“Are you really okay?”

Before I could answer Jinn’s question, a ssage appeared in front of , erging from a dense, illusory gray fog:

[Mr. Fool]

Thank you for your presence, Devas, and for accepting my invitation. Brief as our conversation was, it was pleasant. I hope we can speak like this again in the future.

I took the brief chance to change the subject and replied, pulling the cara in front of my face:

“I found it pleasant too,” I said before asking, “How is Fors? Going through what she did isn’t pleasant.”

As I spoke, I pulled up the stream interface with a thought, quickly navigating through the system options until I created a private (CHAT), connecting only the two of us and isolating the rest of the audience for the conversation we would soon have.

I sent him a quick ssage telling him to wait a mont and that I’d talk to him soon, then closed the (CHAT).

Whoever Mr. Fool was, he was human. Why he was acting like a god, I didn’t know, but I kept the secret.

Though I’ll admit he was good at it.

I, who was acting as the Devil, didn’t seem nearly as much of a scamr as he did. At tis he almost convinced he was actually so mysterious god.

Mr. Fool replied shortly after in the (CHAT – FATE):

[Mr. Fool]

She’s fine. Still a bit confused and shaken, but safe above the gray fog. Don’t worry—she’ll remain safe until dawn.

With that done, and knowing that the only one at that table who wasn’t acting wasn’t having a nervous breakdown, I tossed the (CHAT) aside.

There were a few other ssages from the others appearing about the recent events and about Hyper Reality 4D having stopped working, but I set them aside for the mont and turned back to Jinn.

She was now sitting cross-legged on the bed, the pale yellow sumr dress slightly folded over her blue thighs, revealing the beginning of the black palm tattoo on her thigh.

She set the matter aside for a mont, tilting her head slightly.

“You seed to get along well with Mr. Fool,” she comnted, her voice genuinely curious. “That’s not sothing I expected, considering he’s a God and, well…”

She pointed at . I snorted, sowhat amused. Maybe the divine racism joke had gone a little too far, but it was funny enough for to keep it going.

I shrugged, straightening the crowded fabric of my suit.

“Whether soone is a God or not, I’ll treat them the way they treat ,” I replied casually. It was sothing I tried to do most of the ti. “If there’s respect, there’ll be respect. He was an excellent host.”

That—and Mr. Fool wasn’t actually a God, which helped—but that was another story.

Jinn probably already suspected sothing, given our connection. So of the others in the (CHAT) might suspect it too, but unless he admitted it himself, I would stay silent.

Jinn nodded, agreeing with my logic without saying anything further about the subject.

The room fell silent for a mont.

“I’m fine. Really,” I finally said. “I just… panicked back there.”

“When I went into the body of the mory Image, I felt like…” It was a little embarrassing to say. “Like I lost sothing. Sothing important. That made panic, and things unfolded the way they did.”

“Sorry you were forced to feel that—”

“Don’t apologize.” Jinn interrupted . She shook her head and took my right hand. “You do that a lot. For things that aren’t your fault and when you shouldn’t. Don’t apologize for that. Don’t apologize for panicking. Not with .”

She let out a soft sigh, adjusting the skirt of her dress and covering the tattoo. The orange eye there pulsed faintly, and I could feel the change in my nightmare energy affecting the connection as well.

I’d need to check later to make sure it wouldn’t affect her negatively.

Then she stood up. She smiled and pulled to my feet. I let her drag up and stood beside her.

“Co on. The night outside is beautiful. I want to see what this world’s nightlife is like.” Jinn didn’t wait for an answer and made Proto-A around us disappear, pulling it back into the Relic of Knowledge.

Which, in turn, made us start plumting at least a thousand ters toward the sea.

Jinn could fly, but she chose to fall with .

[…]

“Do they really fry everything they find? Even chocolate bars?” Jinn’s voice cut through the noise of the crowd, as excited as ever—maybe even more.

We were in the middle of a nightti street fair sowhere in Manhattan. I had simply looked for so event happening nearby and didn’t really know what it was about or even what street we were on. In truth, I didn’t care.

The clock was approaching one in the morning, yet the city was still bustling—exactly as I rembered it would be in the future.

The air was saturated with the sll of burnt oil, hot pretzels, and the cheap perfu of thousands of people packed between buildings.

If it weren’t for the way people were dressed—the abundance of dark colors and the lip piercings glinting under the streetlights—I wouldn’t have said it was two thousand and nine. I would’ve guessed two thousand and twenty, the way I knew it.

What gave the ti period away the most was the prevailing aesthetic: heavy eyeliner, dyed hair covering the eyes, and chains hanging from baggy pants.

I had accidentally surrounded myself with emos… I guess I picked the wrong place for us to co.

“Basically. If it can be fried, they fry it. Sotis it doesn’t even have to be fryable.” I replied, watching her.

“So, like you then?” She turned, speaking as she walked toward a nearby stall selling DVDs and CDs.

“I’m offended. I barbecue and roast things. That’s different.”

“Mhm…” She didn’t sound convinced.

I kept my senses restrained as much as I could, as usual—about two or three blocks around us. I stopped beside her, resting my weight lightly on the Slick Cane.

While Jinn talked to the vendor—a woman wearing a heavy amount of makeup and at least ten piercings across her face, who barely blinked when she saw a blue-skinned woman with long black hair and gold chains around her wrists and neck, probably assuming it was so incredibly well-done makeup—I noticed a few things that had co with the changes in my energies.

I was instinctively calculating how to steal from the people around . How I could blend into the crowd and disappear, picking pockets, watches, rings—anything they had in their pockets.

I knew instinctively the movents I would need to make to steal: how my fingers would move, the motions needed to hide, and how to escape if I were caught.

I knew I could make those movents easily. And that even without the concealnt from the Slick Cane and the concealnt created by the hallucinations of my nightmare energy, I would barely be noticed.

Watching the two of them talk, I spoke before I could think.

“How much for these three?” I asked, my voice calm and confident, without the effort of the current “Devil” act.

I pointed to the stack of CDs Jinn was holding.

The vendor, who had a gauge in each ear and slightly smudged black lipstick, looked surprised by , as if she hadn’t noticed until now.

She looked up and down for a mont, faintly blushing beneath the white makeup.

The Chalice was giving information about her, but strangely sothing else was too. I knew she found attractive and was slightly embarrassed—and that I could use that to my advantage.

What the fuck?…

“T-Thirty dollars,” she replied, stamring a little, stopping mid-chew on her gum and accidentally swallowing it.

“Thirty? For a used My Chemical Romance and two Fall Out Boy albums with the booklet already kind of crumpled?” I let out a short laugh. I didn’t even know much about those bands; the words were just coming out on their own.

I leaned forward slightly in a way that seed casual, but that I felt was a distraction that drew attention to my face—letting steal anything below without her noticing.

I didn’t, of course, but it was strange knowing instinctively that I could.

“Make it twenty for the three, and I’ll take ten for seventy,” I said calmly while looking her in the eyes.

Jinn noticed sothing was going on. I felt her poke through our connection. I poked back and ntally asked her to wait; I was testing sothing.

The woman looked away, unable to et my gaze. I felt my spiritual energy and nightmare energy curve around her slightly, instinctively nudging at her.

I pulled them back before they could plant the ntal suggestion that she should obey and that I was trustworthy.

Seriously, what the hell was that?… Where was this shit coming from?

The woman nodded slightly, lowering her gaze and moving her fingers as if doing so quick math. She frowned faintly before shaking her head.

“Alright… business is slow anyway,” she agreed with a murmur, not even trying to negotiate. “Which ones do you want, sir?… I’m Mia, by the way.”

After letting Jinn choose which CDs she wanted—and after Mia stared at her as if Jinn were her mortal enemy—we left the stall with ten CDs after I paid seventy dollars and slipped another thousand into her pocket using the Voidbag.

A ssage from the stream appeared right after that:

[Archetype: The Devil — Synchronization 2%]

To be honest, I had almost forgotten about that.

No extra reward had appeared for acting as “The Devil” when I completed John’s mission, so I was still a bit lost about when exactly that would give the extra reward.

Maybe when I left the world?… Or maybe I just hadn’t reached a high enough percentage to earn one.

Sotis I wish the stream would actually explain things properly.

As we walked, Jinn, beside , pulled sothing out from between the CDs: a torn piece of paper with a phone number and a “Call ” written beside it—Mia’s number.

I had seen her writing it and slipping it in there, of course, but I hadn’t said anything.

Jinn looked at with one eyebrow raised, waving the paper between her fingers.

“Care to explain what that was back there?” she asked, summoning a small orange fla between her fingers and burning the paper to ashes.

I didn’t comnt on that.

“To be honest… I don’t know. I wanted to test sothing,” I replied, still a little confused as I inspected the new knowledge appearing in my mind. “I think I developed—or rather, I’m developing—so strange abilities without aning to…”

Jinn’s expression turned serious almost instantly.

“Is it dangerous?”

I shook my head.

“No. It’s just… strange. It’s like when I received the Chalice’s knowledge; it feels as if it had always been there and I’m only noticing it now.”

As we moved away from the stall, the sense of “clarity” in my actions began to expand. It was as if my brain was mapping the world in ways different from how it normally would.

Or rather, adding a new route to that map. If before I mapped “X,” “Y,” and “Z,” now “A,” “B,” and “C” had been added as paths without colliding with or disrupting the others.

Looking at a group of emo teenagers up ahead, my vision blurred slightly.

My spiritual energy flowed into my eyes in a specific, instinctive way, and colors and auras began appearing over everyone’s bodies.

The smaller girl with curly hair was pregnant—two weeks. Deep within the pale green of her health aura, a faint, budding spark of white light pulsed near her abdon, a life force so new it was barely a shimr.

The taller guy with his arm around her was probably the father, judging by the connection of affection and care between the two. He had liver problems from drinking. A murky brownish-gray stain clung to the right side of his torso, overlapping the dull blue of his emotional state.

Information about the entire group began appearing as I read the overlapping layers of crimson, purple, and gray in their auras. It was the kind of information I would know if I used Analyze: Item on them, or if I used the information in their blood with the Chalice—but I wasn’t using either of those.

I blinked, pulling my spiritual energy back from my eyes. The colors vanished.

“I’m asking more out of habit than anything, but did you see that too? Did it show up on the stream?”

“I could feel it, yes,” Jinn replied, noticing sothing through our connection. “I’ll check the stream. Ozma?”

(“I saw it. It looked like so kind of colored aura of emotions and intentions. It appeared on the stream too.”) Ozma answered through the ntal microphone. (“That’s sothing from another world. Like when you got the Deerclops’ energy? You didn’t have that this morning.”)

“Probably…” I murmured.

ssages from the (CHAT) began appearing in my vision:

[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy]

The weird colorful emotion auras? Yeah, we saw them. DS, I think the theory that you’re cursed is true, and it must be a strong one since entering Heaven didn’t purify it. My condolences!

(Iron Man condolence emote)

[AdvocateOfGenderEquality]

Not even twenty-four hours, bro. We haven’t even been in this world for twenty-four hours and you’re already pulling things out of your ass!

(Generic guy yelling upward emote)

[AinzOoalGown]

I must say it is impressive how things happen around you. Power attracts power, as they say. I welco Mr. Fool to the stream. Welco.

[Mr.Fool]

That is quite similar to the Spirit Vision of a Sequence Nine Seer. Curious… did you end up becoming a Beyonder by visiting my world?

[Mr.Fool]

And thank you for the welco, Ainz Ooal Gown.

[(MOD)GeniusBillionairePlayboy]

Welco and all that. Another God. This one seems more reliable than the other one at least. You’ve probably been here a while already, but my guide on how the stream works is in the pinned notifications, check it out if you want.

(Iron Man “Hello!” emote)

[TheGreatGoddessAqua]

I am reliable! And I want to apologize. Sorry for what I said earlier, please don’t ban again! Being without the stream is incredibly boring in this backwater world Kazuma dragged to!

(Chibi Aqua bowing deeply emote)

[So-Tan]

So… everyone’s just going to ignore the fact he invaded Heaven earlier? We’re in high school now and already moving on to the next gossip, is that it?! A God showed up out of nowhere too!

(Small devil with twitching eyelids emote)

[AdvocateOfGenderEquality]

Aren’t you actually in high school or sothing like that? I still think it’s ridiculous that Devils go to high school…

[AdvocateOfGenderEquality]

And no, we’re not ignoring it. We’re just waiting for the bomb to explode and then we’ll watch. After that we ask questions. Joined the stream yesterday, did you?

The ssages slid across my vision one after another as I skimd the (CHAT) scrolling upward into the sky.

The (CHAT) was quieter at this hour, but the night owls were still around as always.

For so reason, the conversation between Ainz and Mr. Fool had exactly the sa energy as two scamrs politely talking to each other…

But I kept that thought to myself.

And it reminded to turn Hyper Reality 4D back on. I pulled up the Addon command and reactivated it while speaking:

“I’ve kind of already accepted that, but thanks for the goodwill, Stark. That’s why I went to the church earlier—too bad it didn’t work.” I played along with the joke easily.

Having Stark in the (CHAT) kept things light.

Not that he couldn’t be serious—he just chose the right monts for it.

I focused on the explanation Mr. Fool gave about “Spirit Vision” being a Beyonder ability. I had already suspected that, but having confirmation was good.

I nodded to Jinn with my chin for us to keep walking while I pulled up the private (CHAT) I had created earlier.

She nodded back and took the lead, storing the CDs inside the Relic of Knowledge and grabbing my free hand while guiding us through the fair.

I split my attention into two streams easily—in fact, more easily than usual. My mind felt sharper.

While keeping part of my attention on the surroundings and on Jinn, I used the other part to type ntally in the private (CHAT). But before sending the ssage, a specific part of my spiritual energy pulsed slightly.

An instinct from my spirituality—a fusion of the “change” and “deception” aspects.

Instinctively, I gathered the information I had about Mr. Fool and changed what I had planned to write to:

[The Strear]: Quick question: do you prefer Yakisoba, Sushi, or Kimchi?

[:Mr.Fool] …

[Mr.Fool]:What?!

[The Strear]: Your soul is different from Fors’s.

[The Strear]: Both human, but yours seed slightly out of order—like sothing copied and pasted.

[The Strear]: Of course, I couldn’t see much since I wasn’t there personally and that gray fog was hiding everything, but it was enough to make a guess.

[Mr.Fool]: Those are veeeery specific choices for a “guess.”

[Mr.Fool]: And that doesn’t even make sense!

[Mr.Fool]: How the hell is your first guess that I’m a transmigrator?!

[The Strear]: Transmigrator?

[The Strear]:Who said that?

[The Strear]: I only asked if you preferred Chinese, Japanese, or Korean food.

[The Strear]: Got sothing you want to tell , Mr. Fool?

The private (CHAT) went silent for a few seconds after that.

Frankly, I had a few suspicions that Mr. Fool wasn’t native to his world. As I said before, the difference between him and Fors was noticeable, even if subtle—just like Fors’s companion, the blonde gno whose na I didn’t know. I had caught a brief glimpse of her when I grabbed Fors and pulled her above the gray fog.

It wasn’t many people to base it on—two against one. Mr. Fool might simply be special on his own, or the difference could co from that fog, since he seed connected to it.

But since my spirituality was “beeping,” telling sothing was there, I decided to follow my new instincts and arranged the words in a way ant to lead Mr. Fool into a mistake, just to see where it would go.

In the end it was just a gamble, and I chose the three countries with the most reincarnators or transmigrators in the stories I knew.

And it worked!

Much easier than it should have, actually...

After about twenty or thirty seconds—while Jinn walked between the stalls and shops of the fair, occasionally glancing at sothing that caught her attention—Mr. Fool replied again.

[Mr.Fool]: (__|||)

[Mr.Fool]: I’m Chinese.

[Mr.Fool]: You’re terrifying.

[The Strear]: Thanks for the complint.

[The Strear]: Yakisoba then?

[Mr.Fool]: Just because I’m Chinese doesn’t an I prefer Yakisoba over Sushi or Kimchi! And those three foods are actually Chinese in origin!

[The Strear]: Is that a yes?

[Mr.Fool]: …

[Mr.Fool]: … Yes.

[Mr.Fool]: But that’s a racist thought!

[The Strear]: I’ll make a note of that then. ( ^∇^)✎

Jinn gave a strange look while I burst out laughing like an idiot in the middle of the street.

[...]---[...]

No, Devas hasn’t beco a Beyonder.

What’s happening is basically the sa thing that occurred with the Deerclops—he just picked up a few things from the environnt he was exposed to, nothing more.

I used this chapter to explain a few things. The next one will have a small, quick mission, similar to John’s, before we move into a ti skip.

I won’t drag this out any longer—have a good night and enjoy the read, everyone!