Chapter 1: A different kind of immersion
"Why the long face? The Third might not even execute you... Scared now?"
Pakura looked at Akaseki, who sat silently inside the mobile puppet. He had only slept, yet he was nothing like the arrogant captive of a day ago. She could not resist a sneer.
After all, the remnants of their White Clan had spent the entire day pushing onward as fast as they could, while Akaseki had simply been carried along by the puppet imprisoning him. He had even enjoyed a good sleep!
He had slept like a dead pig for ten whole hours, utterly unconcerned, without the slightest awareness that he was a prisoner...
Akaseki: ...
The look Akaseki gave her made Pakura shiver—not because it was frightening, but because it was filled with dead stillness, as though he had lost all hope in life...
By now, Akaseki regretted his choice.
What the hell was this plot?
Having immersed himself so many times, Akaseki had thought he understood the formulas behind these stories. But... this time felt completely different!
Although he had only experienced the opening during those ten hours, he had already realized... this time really did seem different.
This "immersion" took place in yet another world that used nothing but cold weapons.
The setting was a decaying dynasty beset by troubles both within and without. Had Akaseki been conscious, he would certainly have marveled, Isn't this precisely the time to make a name for myself? Are kings, nobles, generals, and ministers born to their stations?
However...
Because his "hippocampus" was also under automated control, Akaseki had possessed no consciousness of his own during this immersion!
Afterward, it was simply as though a stretch of memory, devoid of his own emotions, had been implanted directly into his brain...
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