Bishop Tells You to Get Lost

Fortunately, the time Benjamin had to spend in anxious suspense was not long.

After about two minutes, the bishop reopened his eyes, looked at Benjamin, and revealed the same cold smile as before.

"W-what? What happened? Have you already read my memories?" Benjamin looked at the bishop with a bewildered expression.

The bishop nodded.

"Then... Bishop, did you find any clues?" Benjamin asked again.

The bishop did not answer this question, turning instead to say, "Lord Riser, thank you very much for your cooperation. It is getting late, and we are very sorry for disturbing your rest. I will have someone take you back to rest now."

Upon hearing this, Benjamin felt no surprise; instead, he let out a sigh of relief.

The bishop's dismissal was quite clear: I didn't find anything, so stop wasting my time, get lost and go to sleep, I have more important things to attend to.

This was exactly the attitude Benjamin had been hoping for.

"I see, then I shall return. Bishop, may the God protect you." To play the part to the end, Benjamin made a prayer gesture toward the bishop and prepared to leave.

"May the God protect you." Although the bishop said it meticulously, Benjamin still heard a hint of impatience in his tone.

It seemed the bishop was completely uninterested in him now. Even the shot that hit the older mage was dismissed by the bishop as Benjamin having good luck—a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse—and he had no intention of investigating further.

He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

What else could he say? If there was anyone to blame, it was the bishop for trusting the memories they read too much. But then again, no matter how cautious they were, they would never have imagined that someone could fake their memories.

Just like that, Benjamin walked out of the meditation room and, escorted by the knights outside, headed back to the Riser family estate.

"What was his method for reading memories? Was it a divine spell?"

On the way, he couldn't help but ask the system.

Judging from the whole process, Benjamin felt it didn't look like a divine spell—the bishop hadn't chanted any incantations, and Benjamin hadn't felt any fluctuations of magic power. But if it wasn't a divine spell, what method did the bishop use to read someone's memories?

He couldn't help it; having just passed a rather dangerous hurdle and feeling the pressure lift, his curiosity immediately bubbled up again.

"That wasn't a divine spell. There were no mental energy fluctuations coming from the bishop, and there was no trend of the surrounding Holy Light gathering; divine spells don't look like that," the system replied.

"Then what could it be?" A burning desire for knowledge immediately ignited in Benjamin's chest.

"How would I know? It was just a probing force that drilled into your brain, and then I gave it what I had prepared. Why do you have so many strange questions? It's annoying," the system said impatiently.

"..."

The system was still the same familiar system.

Although he really wanted to retort, thinking about how the system had just solved a major problem for him, Benjamin decided to let it go.

He said he wouldn't ask, but the question still lingered in his heart.

If it wasn't a divine spell, did that mean there were other supernatural powers in this world besides magic and divine spells?

Actually, thinking about it carefully, Michelle appearing and disappearing strangely in his room shouldn't have been the work of magic either—he hadn't felt any magic fluctuations at all. So what did she rely on? How could anyone appear and disappear out of thin air? There must be some deeper mystery to it. Could it be something similar to the bishop reading memories?

There were simply too many questions, and he couldn't find an answer to any of them.

Thinking about it now, this world still seemed very mysterious in his eyes.

He had too many doubts waiting to be resolved.

He felt as if he had suddenly become a middle-school student, slumped over a desk every day doing nothing, only thinking about pointless things like "Who am I? Where do I come from? What is the meaning of life? How did the universe come to be?" He could think for ages without reaching a conclusion, only to be troubled all day by meaningless questions.

Thinking about these things was useless; could he actually figure them out?

He should stick to more practical things that could actually be answered.

"By the way, in the memories you forged, what did you replace the part where I practice magic with?" Benjamin suddenly asked. This wasn't a very important question; it was purely out of curiosity.

"That's simple, I just replaced all those parts with you masturbating," the system replied casually.

"..."

So, the memories the bishop saw were of Benjamin hiding under his covers masturbating for the vast majority of the time, and for ten-plus hours at a time, no less?

Who the hell masturbates for ten hours straight?

The system was as unreliable as ever. However, recalling the bishop's expression, which hadn't changed in the slightest, a feeling of admiration couldn't help but rise in Benjamin's heart.

Facing memories like that, he hadn't reacted at all.

He was truly worthy of being a bishop!

Just like that, while complaining to himself, Benjamin quietly returned to his bedroom.

After thinking for a moment, he lit the lamp in the room and took out Introduction to Magic, preparing to start reading. However, after hesitating for a moment, he changed his mind. He hid the book, extinguished the lamp, and lay back down on the bed to sleep.

Having just returned from the Church, he decided it was best to keep a low profile for now.

If the knights "protecting" him outside saw the light on, they might get suspicious. After all, he had acted like he was very tired and wanted to sleep in front of them.

And in reality, he was indeed quite tired. He hadn't slept well the first half of the night because he was worried the Church would take him away to examine his brain. Now that one of his two major worries was temporarily resolved, he could finally manage to get a good night's sleep.

He pulled up the covers and drifted into a deep sleep.

Nothing happened throughout the night.

Early the next morning, just as he wanted to sleep in, he was woken up by a maid. After being urged to finish breakfast, he was escorted off to the military camp for "military training."

Yes, Claude's order hadn't been rescinded, and he still had to go to the camp to train with the new recruits...

So many things had happened in the last day that he had almost forgotten about this.

Honestly, his schedule was a bit packed; even a popular celebrity might not have been able to keep up with his workload from yesterday. He barely had a moment to breathe.

Thinking of this, Benjamin felt... happy?

He didn't know why, but he felt as if a switch had been flipped inside him. Under all sorts of complex pressures, the workaholic side of his personality was gradually being forced out.

Life after transmigrating made him feel exhausted, but it also made him feel more truly... alive.

Living recklessly.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that even if he were transmigrated back, even if he had electric lights, air conditioning, and video games again, even if he were given an easy, high-paying job, he might find it hard to adapt to that life again.

This world had completely changed him.

Yet, he felt full of ambition.

When would it finally be his turn to completely change this world?