"A somewhat familiar ceiling."
At 6:00 AM, Jean woke up to the sound of the alarm, looked at the surrounding environment, and confirmed that he was not dreaming.
After Shiraori left yesterday, Jean had been lying on the bed like this, pondering the problems of the future:
Possessing the ability to use wind, a power from fantasy, was naturally cause for joy, but at the same time, combat was surely unavoidable.
Was there blood pumping with excitement? Certainly. But reason was always at odds with his heart—there might be pain, there might be another death, and he might have to do things he didn't want to do.
Experience told him that whenever expectations were high, reality would surely slap him in the face. But the dream of wielding a sword alone and dominating the world still existed in his heart, and more importantly, there was no chance to turn back, was there?
And so, he arrived at the next morning filled with anticipation.
"Confusion still exists; I have no goal, don't know the destination, and haven't even a clue about the path ahead. I am anxious.
I fear both pain and failure; tomorrow seems wonderful, yet it also feels like an illusion. I am melancholic.
But the choice has been made, the steps have been taken; eyes on the path beneath my feet, back to the past, looking forward to the future. I'm rhyming, skr~."
"I really shouldn't have listened to so much rap." Mocking his own sentimentality, Jean got up from the bed.
The first thing in the morning was taking a bath. If it weren't for the fact that he used to work overtime every day until he collapsed into bed, Jean wouldn't have had this habit.
However, bathing had now become an interesting activity; one had to know that the experience of a soak versus a shower was like heaven and earth, and at the same time, the huge anti-fog mirror in the bathroom brought an unparalleled visual experience.
At this moment, there wasn't the blood-pumping feeling from the beginning anymore. After accepting himself when looking in the mirror for the first time, those miscellaneous desires had disappeared, leaving only a pure sense of appreciation. (Hmm, appreciation.)
After getting everything ready, he called up the system to check the time; it was already nearly 7 o'clock. Although he didn't know when Shiraori would return, Jean still ate breakfast early and did some warm-up exercises.
Then, he began to summon the wind to play with. The feeling of this element moving according to his consciousness was mesmerizing. Thus, time passed unknowingly, and by the time Shiraori arrived, it was around 9 o'clock.
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Like this, every day was spent with Shiraori teaching him basic combat techniques during the day, and him playing with wind elements at night. Time passed rapidly.
"Ha!" Wrapping the wind around the sword, he slashed at the unknown monster in front of him. Then, accompanied by the splashing of purple fluid, the monster was completely cut in two and lost its life.
Then, he swung the wind on the sword in his hand toward another monster on the side, forming a wind blade, and cut the monster down again.
He adjusted his breathing, which had become chaotic due to excitement and overexertion, and gave Shiraori a thumbs up.
"Sister Shiraori, done!"
Shiraori also nodded, "In that case, this stage of training is finished. Get some good rest tonight; the trial is set for tomorrow at 8 o'clock."
Then, she used magic to clean up the remains of the monsters on the ground, said goodnight, and left the room.
Through these days of interaction, the two had become familiar with each other. Shiraori seemed to particularly like Jean calling her sister, so Jean took the opportunity to change the address to 'Sister Shiraori'.
And because Jean was afraid of spiders, Shiraori had specially caught many monsters from who knows where to let Jean practice.
Before the first time he killed a monster, Shiraori had even specially brought out a cup of foul-smelling, blood-like stuff and made Jean keep smelling it.
This continued for over an hour. When Jean felt like he was about to be sent away, Shiraori finally let Jean fight the monster.
The first opponent was a humanoid creature similar to a goblin, wearing rags and tatters, holding a wooden club, and shouting things that were incomprehensible. However, Jean was already feeling dizzy and didn't think much of it, just raising his hand and bringing down the blade to finish it off.
After it was over, Jean, who previously didn't even dare to kill a chicken, did not experience any so-called nausea, panic, or other reactions from killing this human-like creature; instead, he felt slightly refreshed.
"The so-called nausea on the spot when killing a creature and the subsequent psychological trauma are all the result of brain feedback. Instinctively, humans avoid blood and decay because these represent death. Therefore, when you kill something and smell these odors, your brain automatically records 'killing' as a bad behavior. Then, common sense and ethics continue to condemn you, forming a vicious cycle, unless you later obtain positive emotions like joy or satisfaction from it to wash away this influence. By letting you adapt to this smell in advance and separating this smell from the concept of 'killing', it will allow you to pass through the first killing stage quickly and smoothly."
Fortunately, Shiraori explained it; otherwise, Jean would have thought Shiraori hated him for putting him through that. However, this method was indeed effective, and after that, there was no longer any physiological repulsion to taking the lives of these monsters.
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Afterward, he tried his best to empty his mind and rest well to adjust his state, but this excitement could not be avoided. Before the alarm went off, Jean had already woken up.
Following his usual habit, he tidied up, took a bath, and ate breakfast early. He tried to digest some of the food to replenish his body's energy as much as possible.
When it was close to 8 o'clock, Shiraori also came to the room and, from who knows where, produced two Snickers bars and handed them to Jean.
Just as Jean was about to say thank you, a phantom suddenly appeared in front of him—it was the Evil God 'D', who had made a contract with Jean.
"Yo, are you ready, former youth?"
Although she was greeting him in a refreshing tone, the specific mention of 'former youth' was particularly annoying.
However, since the situation was stronger than the person, Jean still responded properly: "No problem, I'm ready."
Then Shiraori continued: "After entering the world, there will be a segment arranged for obtaining initial weapons, so I won't provide them here. Besides, even if you had a sword, you wouldn't know how to use it anyway."
He nodded seriously. Although Jean had wanted to learn swordsmanship during this time, Shiraori followed the path of spells and abilities. As for Jean, he at most paid attention to martial arts novels, and the school swordsmanship in reality was not even as good as Chen Hegao's Infinite Fighting style.
In the end, although he held a sword like the Jean in the game, apart from rushing over and slashing, there was no other way to use it.
Then 'D' took over the conversation: "At that time, you will see many participants like you. They will probably be the new generation of trans-world races, agents of other powerful forces, heroes recommended by others, and maybe even a few top Reincarnators from the Reincarnation World itself."
Hearing 'D's words, Jean swallowed silently. 'D' laughed and continued: "Don't worry, shout out my name 'D' loudly; no one will dare to bully you."
"Oh, right, one last point." 'D' said mysteriously: "If you die... you wouldn't want to know the consequences."
"Uh, there are consequences even after dying?"
"Of course. You didn't think the contract with the Evil God would end because of death, did you?"
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—— Jean's House Theater ——
(The second day of training, just finished bathing.)
Jean: (Holding Shiraori's custom-made underwear) Although I didn't pay attention yesterday and just put it on, wearing this women's underwear still feels weird. I might as well try not wearing it on top.
(Puts down the underwear, puts on clothes, and starts moving the body.)
Jean: Ah, ouch, ouch, ouch. Is this the enemy called inertia? It feels like it's going to tear my body apart. It's truly terrifying!
(Runs back to the bathroom to put on the underwear.)
Jean: Is this the trouble of the 'wealthy' class? Underwear is truly a great civilization!
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