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[Human God.]
—Orsted.
Son of the First Dragon God. To avenge his father and mother's death, he follows his father's last wish to find a way to destroy Human God. He was placed under a Loop Secret Art, and sent from the end of the Divine War over ten thousand years ago to the current timeline.
Loop duration: A 200-year cycle.
He continuously loops from Dragon Calendar 330 to 530, endlessly searching for a way to kill Human God.
To date.
Zero victories.
Number of loops: Unknown.
God-rank in three styles, he has a complete knowledge of all magic, and is an expert in various secret arts recorded in the Dragon ruins left by Laplace.
Because the First Dragon God destroyed five worlds, he was rejected by the will of the world, and carries a curse that makes him hated by all (crossed out), a curse that makes him hated by everyone except those with a strong Dragon bloodline and creatures from other worlds.
Level: The most powerful person below a true god.
Dislikes: Everything related to Human God.
Likes: Heart-to-heart conversations, children, and people who can interact with him normally without being afraid of his curse.
The pen-and-ink hesitated for a moment, then added two more points.
Pufferfish, and starting a company.
The pen-and-ink stopped, then hesitated again.
And continued to write:
Pufferfish (crossed out): Due to the excessive number of loops, he has become numb. Therefore, he has a certain curiosity about things he has never seen before. But also because he has become numb from looping, he has a high degree of impatience towards everyone and everything else.
Starting a company (crossed out): He likes to gather subordinates, partly to prepare for defeating Human God, but his subconscious mind is still primarily focused on this 'defeating Human God' goal. So part of the reason he gathers subordinates and starts the Orsted Corporation is a subconscious desire to form relationships with people.
Mental state...
Very worrying.
Clack, clack. The quill stopped, tapping the desk twice.
Allen rested his chin in his hand, looking out the window.
Noble girls were having a party downstairs.
His face stiffened. He turned his head back to look at the notes he had casually written about Orsted.
Next...
The best way to 'play' Mushoku Tensei should have been to use the Great Teleportation's almost miraculous 'prophecy' to elevate his prestige, and then, through his 'foreknowledge,' establish his own Allen-cult.
He could then use this opportunity to expel the Milis Church, which had a strong, covert connection to Human God.
He would then continuously amass power, refine his doctrines, control everyone's thoughts, and continuously erode the space available for Human God's apostles to manifest, achieving a certain degree of expulsion against Him.
But the problem with doing this was.
He was genuinely afraid of being corrupted by power. He might end up in the awkward situation of not attending court, instead spending his days in revelry with the three girls. Given his understanding of himself, the probability of this happening was not low at all.
Allen shook his head.
Of course, this was a jest.
The most important thing was that this playstyle was essentially writing "I am a Human God apostle, Orsted. If you're a man, come and cut me down" on his face.
It would be a bad ending.
According to the previous system quest direction, increasing the influence of the butterfly effect was Human God's main objective for His future plans.
There was nothing that would make this foolish god happier than Orsted personally killing Lala, the assistant he personally sent, and then coming out to mock him.
The proof was that even before entering Buena Village, when he had subconsciously probed how Orsted's Dragon Saint Battle Aura could improve, the result was...
He hadn't even finished speaking before Lala was taken offline at lightning speed.
At that time, what He had said was precisely to encourage him to make contact with Orsted as soon as possible.
His thoughts paused.
The expression on Allen's face vanished. He quietly looked at the air before him.
'Right, Human God?'
No smoky words appeared.
'Locate, Roxy.'
The result was the same.
Allen narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
—The system had been offline for over a month now. It was completely silent, as if dead.
And he had tried similar probes many times. This time, he even mentioned Orsted, cursed Human God, brought up Lala, and talked about the system's past problems. He had even let go of his mental barriers.
But there was still no reaction.
He had originally wanted to probe when the Great Teleportation would happen in this altered future, but he couldn't find an opportunity.
Was this Lala's effort, or was it that the future he had changed so much caused the system to be offline for a longer period?
Allen was silent for a moment, unable to find an answer.
The panel prompt before entering Buena Village, judging by its tone, had an 80% chance of being Human God.
But it wasn't fully confirmed.
It was possible that Lala had suddenly come online and been squeezed out by Human God.
Lala...
...is on the right path. Is everything the best arrangement?
Allen rubbed his forehead.
But the problem was that he really couldn't confirm where making rash contact with Orsted would lead. This prevented him from figuring out how to take this step towards the future.
What 'right path'? Why couldn't He just say it clearly?
Who did Lala learn this riddle-speaking from? It couldn't have been that idiot Rudy, could it?
After quietly looking at Orsted's name for a while, Allen casually picked up the letter on the desk. The sharp sword aura surged from his hand.
In an instant, the letter turned into dust, and with a gust of wind from the window, it scattered into the air.
It left no trace on the ground, just a fleeting sense that this spot of ground was a little brighter.
Allen's gaze returned from the ground.
In any case, he would proceed with the planned course of action. First, he would still need to increase his own strength. Only by elevating his strength could he minimize the occurrence of tragedies.
His previous suggestion to Reida about the Sword Sanctuary expedition was not just a means to lay the groundwork for avoiding the Great Teleportation; Allen had always intended to go to the Sword Sanctuary.
One: To try and 'converse' directly with the Sword God Garl, and push his Sword God Style to its peak as quickly as possible.
What did the scenery at the end of 'desire' truly look like? Could it surpass Garl?
Two: Even if he won the ownership of the Sword Sanctuary, it wouldn't be an overnight task for the Water God Style Main Dojo to relocate. Allen could naturally use this to gain further fame.
Then he would play another round of 'power and authority,' and kill Darius, that definitive Human God apostle.
This was the fundamental reason why Allen had joined the First Prince's faction.
Because it was easy to manage. Transforming an 'assassination' into a 'power struggle' through a series of ploys, and then justifying the murder, was something Allen had already done once.
Next time, it would be even easier.
Killing with brute force wasn't out of the question, but the paths he had arranged for Boreas and Paul still led back to this royal capital.
Before reaching the level of a high-ranking member of the Seven Great Powers, the path of forceful killing wouldn't work.
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded at the door.
Allen turned to the door. The next instant.
Before Allen could give his permission, the door was opened.
A grim-faced Isolte and a blinking Sylphy walked in.
Allen eyed Isolte's face and chuckled.
"No knock?"
Isolte looked at him impassively.
"This is my room."
Allen's lips twitched. He turned to look at the bed beside him.
Sylphy's and Isolte's nightgowns were both on the bed. Sylphy had been sleeping in Allen's embrace every night these past few days, which made her, after the scare, feel a lot safer. And Isolte also joined Sylphy on the bed.
But she always deliberately slept with her back to Allen.
It was as if she were in a huff, but also not.
Because in her daily life, she was still her usual self, cooking with even more care, and occasionally putting food on his plate at dinner.
But, she had made her displeasure known.
Was a fragile 'pout' the same as a haughty 'pout'?
Allen didn't know.
But he knew exactly why Isolte was deliberately angry.
—Over a month ago, Allen hadn't told anyone about his plans. He had only told everyone to stay safely at the Water God Style Main Dojo.
This 'staying' had directly led to James's death.
Rudy and Sylphy, who were accustomed to Allen's all-encompassing ways, had more or less gotten used to it. And Eris believed everything her brother did was right.
But Isolte was still a little angry.
Such an important matter, even if he worried that they would get in the way, he should have told them beforehand.
Who acts like that when they're a...
...a husband?
Allen, with a fire starting in his backyard, glanced at Sylphy. The latter was smiling with narrowed eyes, her ears twitching, indicating her helplessness.
He scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly. "...I really won't do it again next time, I promise."
Isolte looked at Allen's face.
"...Senior Brother, you're not being sincere."
Allen was speechless. He wasn't sincere. He had come to the royal capital to make up for some potential regrets. If making up for regrets led to even greater regrets, it would be counterproductive.
Lala had also told him, to stop shouldering everything himself, to try to trust his companions.
But this habit was a difficult one to break.
Isolte quietly looked at Allen's expression, then changed the subject, talking about serious matters.
"There was a message from the dojo. Auntie and the others have all arrived in Flowing Falls City."
Through Sense Flow, she saw Allen's body stiffen for an instant. Isolte paused slightly, then continued.
"But because of some slight illness from the journey, Auntie's health is a bit fragile. Now that she knows you're safe, she plans to rest in Flowing Falls City for a night before traveling to Asura. Allen... you don't need to worry too much; I inquired, it's just a common cold."
She had, however, hidden the fact that Hilda had fallen ill from worrying about Allen.
Her tone made Sylphy, who was beside them, look at Isolte with a gentle expression.
Allen, however, was stunned. He was silent for a long moment before continuing.
"Thank you. Besides that, is there any other news? Like Uncle, Madam Zenith, or Uncle Rorze and his wife?"
"Yes. I heard Paul and Auntie came together, but... there was no further mention of it, because the message was from a servant of the Boreas family."
Allen's expression eased at this.
"It's good that they're all here. Madam Zenith knows healing magic, so it shouldn't be too serious. It seems she's just mentally and physically exhausted. A rest would do her good. They've already arrived in Flowing Falls City, so there's no need to rush."
It was as if he were explaining to Isolte, and also speaking to himself.
Isolte, seeing this, walked directly to Allen's side, pulled up a chair, and sat down. She tilted her head, looking at Allen's expression.
"However, there's one thing. This morning, when I was buying vegetables, I heard some rumors."
"So, what exactly did you write in that letter to His Highness the First Prince? How did he manage to arrive so quickly? Although everyone believes you've had a connection with the First Prince for a long time, it seems that's not the case."
"He even replied to you with two letters, inviting you to his mansion? Looking all eager to recruit talent. Senior Brother, you're truly charming~"
"An endless stream of eligible noble ladies who want to marry you is one thing. The cute maid from the Fittoa territory being unable to forget you is another. But even the First Prince is charmed by you? Shouldn't you have been appeasing James then?"
Allen shook his head with a wry smile and pulled open the drawer beside him.
"The letter was simple. I only wrote: The Second Prince and Pilemon are instigating Boreas to incite internal strife, intending to kill me."
"As long as I put the Second Prince at the forefront, no matter what I write next, he'll be invested."
He casually took out the two letters from the First Prince and spread them on the desk.
Judging from the contents of the letters, they completely contradicted the nobles' guess of 'the First Prince is eager to recruit Allen.'
They were only two short sentences.
First letter: Nonsense? Do you have evidence?
Second letter: Refusing Ariel's visit is a bit sharp, but what exactly did you mean by your first letter to me? Why didn't you reply?
Although the handwriting was very steady, the somewhat urgent tone of the words made him seem like a blonde bombshell who had been reeled in by a scumbag.
There was absolutely no indication that Allen should come to his mansion.
Isolte looked at the letters, enlightened, but then she chuckled.
"I see. Senior Brother, all you wanted was for the letters to be seen. The specific content could be left to them to guess. On May 10th, the First Prince was completely caught up in the situation and arrived in a hurry because the letter was about to turn from a lie into the truth. Senior Brother calculated the First Prince's thoughts from the very beginning."
Allen chuckled.
"There's no such thing as calculating everything perfectly. It looks that way in hindsight, but at the time, it was just a constant adjustment based on the situation, striving for the most perfect outcome. In reverse, it looks like every step was part of my scheme."
Isolte smiled. "What a pity. What if Her Highness Ariel had arrived first? Wouldn't Senior Brother's scheme have been for naught?"
Allen shook his head.
"She didn't arrive early. Even if she had, she would have been left to the side by me."
As his words fell, Isolte nodded in satisfaction. She moved closer to Allen. She had never been fond of Ariel.
And Sylphy, who was beside her, glanced at Allen. She looked a little hesitant, but after a moment, she still spoke.
"Then how will you handle Princess Ariel? She visited me privately... she seemed..."
"A little pitiful..."
Silver Palace.
In a luxurious mansion, behind layers of curtains, someone opened his eyes.
Golden hair, emerald eyes.
But it was not Ariel.
The King of Asura awoke from his slumber.
His voice was hoarse.
"...It seems..."
"A dream..."
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