Afterword / Receive~Transform~Style!

Not a trace of warmth had risen, yet it was still alive.

Pale hair lay spread across the ground.

The creature that seemed to be a young girl slowly opened its eyes, but there was no focus in those amber irises.

"It looks like it still needs time to recover······ But what a bizarre construction··· It has no racial characteristics whatsoever, and its constitution is so weak······"

Muttering to herself, Kal'tsit tilted her head back and gazed at the land beneath the newborn sun.

"So the former master of this land really did exist···· How intriguing····"

PS: I'm so sleepy. I'll go to bed after posting this chapter, sob sob sob.

Let me promote the group again. As long as I keep promoting it, more and more people will join, so don't stop!

Section 39: Afterword to Chapter Thirty-Nine

Regarding the unauthorized deployment of troops by the Third Army Group, the relevant personnel had been approved for arrest·····

Next, the list of missing personnel will be broadcast·······

The city had been placed under martial law, and the forces loyal to His Majesty the Emperor had completely taken over Ursus's important hubs.

After all, unauthorized mobilization of troops had always been a grave taboo throughout history. An Army Group could not represent all of Ursus.

In the square before City Hall, many Ursus citizens were lining up.

Amidst the wind and snow, a young psychiatrist stood at the entrance to City Hall and handed her identification to a staff member.

"Yelena? That's your···"

"Sister."

Her tone was cold, no warmer than the winter wind.

She said it as naturally as if Yelena were not family, but her property.

Yet the paper bag in the woman's arms was filled with snacks that children clearly enjoyed.

The government agencies were short-staffed, and their employees were also busy dealing with the curfew, so simple administrative work at the entrance of government buildings had been handed to temporary workers.

For example, people from the neighborhood management committee.

The worker was an elderly woman. A badge bearing Ursus's double-headed eagle was worn over her chest, representing her current position.

She spent a long while examining the identification Chlorine Sodium had handed over and comparing it with Yelena's "fake ID."

It was almost like playing a spot-the-difference game.

In Chlorine Sodium's eyes, both IDs were unquestionably fake, exchanged for the last few points she had left. But as far as this world was concerned,

they were, in a certain sense, both completely genuine.

"How strange."

Apparently unable to find any signs of forgery, the old woman noted that although the sisters looked nothing alike aside from their hair color, they did share a certain resemblance.

The elderly woman, who had initially been wary of outsiders and the carelessness of young people, relaxed her guard and instead sighed over how strange it was.

Or perhaps,

how strange the person was.

The woman before her was simply too incongruous. She wore an expression as if her little sister owed her several million, yet she also seemed to care deeply about her. Otherwise, she would not have bought that bag of things.

That was why the old woman called it strange.

"Take this and go inside to collect her."

Along with the identification, she handed over a slip of paper bearing a number.

Chernobog's municipal center was one of the more magnificent buildings in the entire city.

It was said to have once been a church before being requisitioned by the government and transformed into Chernobog City Hall.

The building was entirely classical in style. Eight vermilion pillars stood before the entrance, unmistakably in the style of ancient Rome.

Did Rome exist in this world too?

Who knew?

Ignoring such details of the setting, the girl walked straight inside. People came and went through the grand inner hall, which seemed particularly busy today.

Holding the slip with its number, the girl made her way to the temporary holding area for detainees in the corridor.

So, was this really a coincidence?

The girl's blue-black eyes, now that she had left her Herrscher state, held the faintest hint of gold.

It was a sign that she was experiencing some emotion.

Chlorine Sodium considered herself a very patient person because she liked a peaceful life.

She disliked violent joy and profound despair alike, and sought only an ordinary existence that grew slowly, like a plant.

If not for this damnable fate, she might not have liked holding a position of power at all. Of course, she would not have been willing to become an ant by the roadside either.

After all, humans were like that. Like pigeons in a square: if one flew right, an entire flock would follow it. That was why putting on a false show of authority was extremely important.

The methodology of lies existed so that I could stand on top of them and control everything.

Even if she did not like it.

It was foolish, yet unavoidable—and being forced to do it made her seem foolish as well.

But conflict had no end, unless··· everything could be resolved in one stroke.

Using the most violent means to achieve the most peaceful future.

It was a very simple principle: if you killed everyone, the world would naturally become quiet.

So, was she going to go on a killing spree?

Chlorine Sodium had begun to grow suspicious of little Yelena.

If the enemy's initial attack had happened because those blind ants had chased after her of their own accord and picked a fight, then how was she supposed to explain this time?

Could something really be this coincidental? They had appeared at the same location. She had entered the enemy's encirclement to annihilate them, but what about Yelena?

Had she appeared there simply because the guards had caught her red-handed?

Even if she was not an Infected and had only been seized by the guards to make up the numbers?

Then could she have seen me? Seen my true appearance and discovered something?

There was no way to be certain, but the only stumbling block in Chlorine Sodium's path now was the protagonist problem.

At present, only Yelena had a non-glowing mark above her head. It was downright bizarre.

Until she saw a second protagonist halo shining in its entirety, she could not rule out this little Yelena.

If she had not noticed, everything would have been fine. But once she did, tying up the loose ends would become difficult. If she forcibly erased Yelena's memories, all her previous efforts would go to waste.

She hated doing repetitive, monotonous things.

What a nuisance.

For some reason, Chlorine Sodium suddenly found making a choice difficult.

It was obvious that she did not care about the choice itself. She cared only about its outcome and benefits.

She always chose whichever option benefited her the most.

Yet now, with her hand wrapped around the cold doorknob, she seemed, for a brief moment, to dislike choosing quite so much.

Having nearly completed Fu Hua's training, she could easily shatter the bolt with a burst of strength alone and force her way inside.

Yet the doorknob was unexpectedly···· somewhat heavy.

Or perhaps there were simply some problems she did not particularly want to face yet.

She could not quite figure out what they were, either.

Clearly, all of this was merely an application of her methodology.

"What pointless hesitation."

She pushed the door open. Quite a few people inside were waiting for their family members to come and collect them.

Hearing the door open again, everyone inside looked over.

When they saw that it was a young woman rather than one of their relatives, they lost interest and continued sitting there waiting.

Her gaze swept across the crowd before finally settling on a small silver-haired figure.

"Sis······"

Yelena was sitting in the corner, looking as pitiful as a kitten abandoned by its owner.

"······"

Suddenly, the girl sighed, pulled the woolen hat from her arms over Yelena's head, and held out her hand.

"Come on. Don't run off again····· Let's go home first·······"

PS: I bought the game only to discover that it was all in English and I couldn't understand a thing. Damn it.

Section 40: Chapter Forty—Hair~ Transformation~!

"Although I want to point out that I'm a psychiatrist, not someone who treats hair loss····· the problem is actually easy to solve. Stop staying up so late. And with your current amount of hair, you don't need to worry about hair loss just yet."

Early in the morning, inside the Mobile City-State known as Lungmen.

Lungmen was Yan Nation's largest trade and transportation port, as well as one of the most prosperous Mobile City-States.

As a result, it attracted people from many different races: merchants, residents,

and, of course, all sorts of people who had come here seeking business opportunities and chances for advancement. There were even demon mercenaries.

Everyone was welcome here.

"Oh my, Doctor, you think there's nothing wrong with my hair? But I think the texture has already started to become dry···· Ah, isn't that little Yelena? Come over and give Big Sis a hug!"

"·····"

Are you here to see a doctor or play with children·····

The young woman from Ursus, a psychiatric attending physician who called herself Chlorine Sodium, stared expressionlessly as the silver-haired Elafia woman before her enthusiastically hugged her little sister.

The woman was so enthusiastic that even the introverted Yelena could barely endure it, growing dizzy in her embrace.

The woman before her had never told her name. Of course, on this plane, many people used code names or aliases because of their professions. Just as she did not call her Chlorine Sodium, but simply addressed her as Doctor.

So what exactly are you here for?

"So···· Miss···"

"Shh, don't say that name."

The Elafia woman raised a finger to her lips and stopped the girl from saying her name with a smile.

"Just use the code name yj."

What a troublesome woman.

The woman named yj often visited this place, supposedly because of her hair loss.

But if you have that problem, go buy some hair-loss treatment! Why come to a psychiatrist?!

Moreover, this woman always gave Chlorine Sodium a dangerous feeling in some way.

Perhaps her current appearance was not her true form······

But forget it.

The temporary clinic on the outskirts of Lungmen received only a few customers a year. Most days, it was practically empty, so it made little difference whether anyone came or not.