Despite the pain, he started speaking. Slowly at first, then more steadily as the Slave Mark ensured compliance.
I didn’t need to stay.
Everything here was under control.
So I left.
Back ho, I dropped onto my bed and let out a long yawn.
The day had been productive.
’Lyra learned Severity Level Reduction Technology quickly.’
’But that’s only because she’s been researching that field for years,’ I thought, staring at the ceiling.
She already had the theoretical frawork. She just needed access to finalized formulas and implentation details.
Parasite Technology was different.
It was a completely new branch for us.
Unlike Severity Level Reduction, which dealt with suppression and recalibration of systemic soul indexes, Parasite Technology revolved around adaptive biological integration.
It rged artificial constructs with living hosts, allowing controlled symbiosis under specific triggers.
It was dangerous.
But also versatile.
’It’ll take ti for her to understand it fully.’
She wasn’t incompetent. Far from it. But this wasn’t her specialization.
She would need weeks, maybe months, to master it to the point of independent innovation.
I turned onto my side.
’I should use this chance to learn the director’s technologies too.’
’So of those would be very useful for my own work.’
My eyelids grew heavier.
I was just about to drift off when Yuna’s voice rang out in the room.
"Who are you?"
"...?"
I opened one eye and turned my head toward her.
Her expression serious, and her eyes locked onto without hesitation.
There was no playfulness in her tone.
’What kind of question is that?’ I asked, my ntal voice still heavy with sleep.
She didn’t react to the deflection.
"mory packets. It’s a technique that can only be used by a high-ranking Exorcist with decades of experience, unless they were directly taught by soone capable.
"Everyone assud that your so-called master, the one who supposedly gave you Emperor Legion’s knowledge, also taught you the mory packet technique. That’s why no one was particularly surprised.
"But I know you weren’t taught by anyone.
"So how do you know the mory packet technique?" Her gaze sharpened.
I stayed silent.
She continued without waiting for an answer.
"Even the Awakening AI that P Corp used to awaken your copied mind broke because it couldn’t sustain it, like a computer crashing because you used a heavy ga on it.
"Given Awakening AI’s performance, it will only break when the ntal structure exceeds Rank 5 thresholds."
Her voice was steady, analytical.
"A mind like that doesn’t belong to a normal child. Are you a reincarnator? Or a regressor?"
The air felt heavier.
When I remained silent, she added more.
"I should have noticed earlier. You were never worried about your mories being copied. You knew it would fail. The only thing you were concerned about was being captured and not returning ho on ti."
She paused, letting that sink in.
"All of this makes it clear that you are not ordinary. A regressor... no, that doesn’t make sense.
"If ti was turned back and the System didn’t notice, that would an ti across Wageah and all connected planets had to be reversed simultaneously.
"Still, even if the System didn’t detect it at first, it would eventually notice a discrepancy in ti flow sowhere else."
Her brows furrowed slightly.
"That ans you are not a regressor."
She looked directly into my eyes.
"You are a reincarnator. And based on your behavior, it seems you can see fragnts of the future. Tell . How did you fool the System? Why does it not know you have mories of a past life?"
’Here it is,’ I thought quietly.
Yuna’s reasoning was precise.
Even I didn’t fully understand how the System failed to detect my regression. From a logical standpoint, she was absolutely correct.
If I were in her position and t soone like , I would conclude they were a reincarnator with a secret thod of gaining future visions. It was the only explanation that didn’t contradict the System’s supposed omnipotence.
And that was the key.
Yuna didn’t consider a regressor because she believed completely in the System.
To her, the System was like the sun rising in the east. Constant. Absolute. Reliable.
The idea that ti could rewind across connected worlds without it noticing was impossible in her frawork.
Which ant I could use that.
I blinked at her slowly.
’What are you talking about, Yuna?’ I asked, letting confusion show on my face. ’Regressor? Reincarnator? I’m none of those.’
"Do not lie," she said calmly. "It is obvious. There is no way you possess this level of combat mastery, strategic thinking, and technique proficiency without prior experience that spans decades."
’I already told you. I get fragnts of future knowledge for so reason. That’s why I know so many techniques,’ I replied, pushing myself into a sitting position.
Her eyes narrowed.
"How can you master so many techniques just by watching them in visions of the future?"
I shrugged lightly.
’Because I’m talented.’
"...What?"
Her expression blanked for a second.
’I’m talented,’ I repeated evenly. ’I learn fast. If I see sothing once, I can reproduce it. If I see the structure, I can break it down. What’s strange about that?’
She stared at .
"Th-that..."
She looked genuinely stunned.
And honestly, it was understandable. The excuse was ridiculous.
Blatant nonsense. I was clearly lying,
But here was the thing—people like that did exist.
Rare, absurd, terrifying talents.
Seris.
My childhood friend in this life. Currently in the Hall Family.
In my previous life, she was not so gentle girl. She beca the Golden Conductor of Wageah. A being who could analyze, decode, and create counter-magic after seeing a spell once.
Once.
She didn’t need years of study. She didn’t need trial and error. She saw the structure of a spell and understood its foundation imdiately.
The mage who revolutionized spatial magic in Wageah—soone praised as a genius beyond his era—was defeated by her in direct combat.
She wasn’t stronger in raw output. She simply understood his magic after observing it once and created a counter-frawork on the spot.
That was the kind of monster she was.
The Allied Kingdoms couldn’t kill her despite repeated attempts. In the end, they asked to assassinate her.
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