A gentle breeze blew, bringing refreshing comfort.
The leaves swayed with it, making a soft "shh shh" sound.
The cinched outer garment, part of the nun's habit set, forced Renia to keep her back straight, giving her an elegant demeanor.
She held her head level, her eyes, wrapped in pure black silk, staring straight ahead; she was indeed blind, but she could still "see" everything.
When Heaven closes a door, it naturally opens a window.
Renia could perceive her surroundings, which were presented directly in her mind in a three-dimensional manner, far more comprehensive than what the naked eye could see.
The perception ability outlined the contours of her surroundings; while comprehensive, it lacked detail and color.
If she were a newborn baby, she might be curious about the myriad colors of the world and the specific appearances of objects.
But she wasn't; she could mentally reconstruct the colors and shapes of the perceived objects based on their outlines, analyzing them and supplementing the details using her memories from her previous life.
Rather than feeling sorry for her current self, she pitied the former "Renia," who, despite having perfectly healthy eyes, was forbidden by her sister from using them due to the power they contained.
Only when permitted by her sister or other senior nuns did she have a brief chance to glimpse the light and witness the outside world during the annual festival.
The left eye was Analysis, capable of seeing others' power levels and even their innermost thoughts.
The right eye was Deconstruction, capable of directly annihilating a creature's existence.
The ability was too overwhelming, and the child was too young; this power could not be controlled or mastered.
If "Renia" saw something, the ability would inevitably trigger, leading to physical weakness and energy depletion.
It was both a restriction and a protection; Renia could understand the intent of the young sister and also pitied the girl's misfortune.
Speaking of the girl's sister...
Renia had a sister, the biological sister of this body, who was also a nun of the Star Church of the goddess of stars.
She was four years older than Renia and had encountered a hero's party recruiting companions half a year ago.
A defending Shield Guard, a charging Knight, a scouting Ranger, a wise Mage, and a healing Priest —a perfectly standard five-person hero's party that happened to be missing a Priest.
After finding her sister, they somehow used flowery words to convince her to join the team and embark on the journey to defeat the Demon King.
Two months after the hero's departure, the Star Church of the goddess of stars was attacked by those who called themselves the "Four Demon Generals."
The church was destroyed, and no one survived; had it not been for Renia's transmigration, this girl would have also perished under the demonic claws.
It was at that moment that her eyes were completely blinded, the energy within them stolen by the Demon General.
The eyes, symbolizing authority, power, and misfortune, thus announced their departure.
Speaking of this, Renia couldn't help but recall her sister's appearance in her memory —her stunningly beautiful face and the body concealed beneath the nun's habit, which was voluptuous to the point of being called "obscene."
So hot!
Thoughts... but they were only thoughts.
She would think this about any beautiful girl.
Seeing her sister's perfect, two-dimensional figure, Renia instantly adopted the lecherous expression of a "perverted uncle."
However, given Renia's own extremely high attractiveness, the so-called lecherousness didn't look too lecherous.
*Shh...* The faint sound of footsteps scraping the ground clearly entered Renia's ears, and a humanoid outline was drawn and projected into her mind —someone had entered her range of perception.
Just passing by?
Renia thought so, but unfortunately, no.
A burly man, whose eyes were slightly glazed over, held a wine bottle, and the strong smell of alcohol hit Renia's face.
"Yo, nun, a nun from the Star Church?" the burly man stammered, his expression gradually turning lewd:
"How about uncle helps you? You, didn't you say you don't have money to repair the church? Come with me, and I'll give you silver coins!"
Thinking of the role-playing he enjoyed at the pleasure house yesterday, the sight of the nun's habit was truly irresistible, and he couldn't help but harbor evil intentions towards the real nun.
The burly man's target was clear: Renia!
After being drunk by his cronies, he stumbled and staggered toward the western edge of the town, where the only building was the Star Church of the goddess of stars.
"Are you trying to molest me?" Renia asked calmly.
The burly man, on the other hand, was stunned for a long time, thinking that he had misheard the nun due to his drunkenness.
"No need for such trouble," Renia said, displaying a polite smile while placing one hand over her chest:
"I will help you molest myself. I won't spare an inch of my skin. If you give me enough silver coins, I'll even call your name during the process. Now you can leave."
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The torrent of audacious words dumbfounded the burly man, and it took a while for his alcohol-numbed brain to reluctantly process the meaning.
He finally understood: the other party was framing him! He hadn't actually done anything yet; bad thoughts were just thoughts. If he admitted it now, wouldn't he be giving her leverage?
"No, no, no, I had no disrespectful thoughts toward the nun, Miss," the burly man shook his head vehemently and retorted.
After all, publicly flirting with or molesting a nun was an unacceptable offense within the Empire.
If the nun truly escalated the matter and had evidence, she could report it to the church council, and the Holy Knights would handle it.
"I just wanted to invite... the nun, Miss, to look at some little goldfish," a hint of shyness appeared on the burly man's face, yet his expression was utterly infatuated.
Taking advantage of Renia's blindness, he didn't bother to hide his expression at all.
Even a blind person could know what he was thinking.
Renia had lost her eyes, but her perception ability far surpassed that of ordinary people, and she could sense good and evil.
The man's malice —or, more accurately, lust —was practically overflowing.
The outline of the man's figure appeared in her mind, and in the center of that outline, a dark red ball of light was continuously expanding.
"I'm busy," Renia similarly couldn't be bothered with managing her expression.
She was too lazy to force a smile to greet a man who refused to take a hint and still harbored ill intentions toward her.
Would a drunkard remember her expression and widely publicize that the nun of the Star Church of the goddess of stars was someone who liked to give people attitude, thus ruining her reputation?
If the man were sober, Renia might have feigned a smile.
"That's not up to you!"
Malice flashed in the burly man's eyes, and he reached out directly, wanting to feel the girl's beauty.
A blind person, in the middle of nowhere, couldn't possibly resist him!
Perceiving the man's movement, Renia immediately frowned; the trajectory of his hand seemed intended to strike her chest.
Startled, she abruptly retreated several steps, anger surfacing on her face.
Talking and joking was fine; since she was also an "uncle" inside, she didn't care about others' dirty jokes or shameless vulgarities; in fact, she found them quite amusing.
However, physical action was a completely different matter.
Renia "stared" intently at the man, electric arcs wrapped around her legs, flashing continuously around her, and she suddenly vanished from her spot.
"Dragon's Tail!"
As her words fell, Renia appeared in front of the burly man, her arc-charged leg containing terrifying explosive power.
The spinning back kick landed accurately on the burly man.
The moment of contact, the burly man assumed a posture of being thrown backward, his expression contorted in pain.
The next moment, after being struck, the burly man violently exploded into dense clumps of flesh, scattering everywhere.
Renia's "blindness" wasn't the blindness of sight, but the "blind" of the Blind Monk!
In this other world, violence was unreasonable, free from the constraints and punishments of her previous life's laws.
If you act, you must be prepared for the consequences.
Only the outlines of the surrounding trees remained in Renia's perception, confirming that the villain who attempted violence had been eliminated.
Slowly lowering her raised leg, the exposed skin was safe, as dead men tell no tales.
She haphazardly swung her arms, executing boxing moves.
Her posture looked full of vitality, possessing the charm of a young girl, all while continuously uttering strange phrases.
"Dragon's Tail, clear the obstacles!"
"The Dragon's Wrath —can you withstand it?"
"Your power is nothing more than the strength of an ant before the Dragon!"
"If the path is blocked, open it with your fists!"
"There are always creatures on the ground who attempt to face the majesty of the thunder!"
After a flurry of punches and kicks and finishing her chuunibyou speech, Renia slowly stopped moving and stood up straight.
Immediately afterward, she suddenly covered her flushed face, even the tips of her ears coated in a layer of cherry pink.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Renia shouted in exasperation:
"So embarrassing, so embarrassing, so embarrassing! Why is it so cringe? Can I stop? Can I stop? Can I stop?"
[chuunibyou value + 2]
That's right.
She remained chaste until age 30 but didn't become an Archmage; instead, Renia was given a cheat ability.
A cheat ability called the "Chuunibyou System."
chuunibyou value would convert into native energy within Renia's body, so the more chuunibyou value she had, the stronger she became.
chuunibyou value was not simply earned by reciting lines or performing actions.
Instead, it was determined by the [Shame] produced when a [creature] felt embarrassed by her chuunibyou actions, which would then be counted as chuunibyou value.
If you recite lines and perform actions, but others don't feel embarrassed and don't generate that sense of awkward shame, you won't gain any chuunibyou value.
Currently, Renia's chuunibyou value was very low.
[Chuunibyou System]
[Name: Renia Kalixisnil
Chuunibyou Rank: 0
chuunibyou value: 17 / 100]
[Skill: Thunderbolt Flash]
She certainly didn't know the Blind Monk's Dragon's Tail; at most, those were just chuunibyou lines.
The kick she performed was named "Thunderbolt Flash," kindly provided by the system.
It was originally called "Three-Shot Lightning Coverage Light-Speed Kick Magic," but it was too long and didn't feel chuunibyou enough to Renia, so she had the system choose a new name.
Incidentally, all 17 points of the [17 / 100] chuunibyou value were contributed by Renia herself.
Can you imagine a thirty-year-old person still reciting lines and trying to act cool like a young kid?
Her heart couldn't accept it; she had long since graduated from chuunibyou! She no longer had chuunibyou syndrome!
Every time she recited a line, she searched through her dusty black history for a corresponding "toe-curling" scenario, so awkward she could scratch out a castle with her toes.
People in this other world were too "chuunibyou," because for them, chuunibyou was the norm.
Swords and magic were already ingrained in every aspect of life.
If you shouted "Dragon Slaying Secret Art! Roar of the Lightning Dragon!" in public on Earth, people would think, "Wow, wow, wow, how chuunibyou, how shameful," and continuously grant you chuunibyou value.
But in this other world? If you shouted "Dragon Slaying Secret Art!", not only would they not think you were chuunibyou, but a large number of mages would try to seek you out to learn from you and become your disciples.
Therefore, after four months of desperately trying to be chuunibyou, Renia had only managed to earn her own chuunibyou value.
Every time, she was embarrassed beyond compare by her own lines, wishing she could knock herself unconscious right then and there.
"I'm never saying that again..."
Renia covered her face with both hands, but she couldn't hide the deep blush that covered her cheeks, revealing the shy demeanor of a young girl.
Her voice became exceptionally sweet, carrying a slight tremor from the overwhelming awkwardness and a faint, tearful catch caused by the excessive shame.
The girl's blush was more eloquent than any words.