Ciel, half-wrapped in a trench coat, lay prone on the desk, her eyes tightly shut.
Suddenly, Ciel, in her light sleep, felt a sensation as if falling from a great height. Her body jolted violently, startling her awake.
Her knee accidentally hit the bottom of the desk. The entire desk trembled, and the small candlestick placed on the desk lost its balance, tipping sideways, about to spill wax onto the desktop.
But Ciel was faster than its fall. As if by instinct, she reached out directly and steadied the candlestick.
The candle on the candlestick, burned down to a short stub, didn’t fall, but so of the wax lted by the fla and not yet solidified poured directly onto the back of Ciel’s hand.
The stinging and burning sensation completely woke Ciel, who wasn’t deeply asleep anyway. She righted the candlestick, calmly stood up, walked to the washroom, and washed the solidified wax off the back of her hand with tap water.
A minute later, Ciel returned to her room with a reddened backhand, habitually took out her stopwatch, and looked at the current ti.
Two in the morning...
From when Adele left until now, Ciel’s intermittent sleep lasted for about seven hours.
Sleep was very regular in another sense; she was inevitably awakened by various strange dreams every 20-30 minutes, but she couldn’t rember the content of the dreams each ti, only feeling her brain muddled.
However, this feeling eased slightly during the later sleep sessions.
Coupled with the additional ntal recovery brought by 【Calm Mind】, she now felt her spirit had recovered about seventy to eighty percent.
Ciel looked at the “Endless Manual of Instant Forgetfulness” in the system inventory, confird its contents were correct again, then directly took it out.
She made modifications to so of its contents.
Still needed to find corpses, still needed to stitch together the woman from the quill pen’s mory.
But the difference this ti was that luring out the quill pen and dragging it into the Other Side to extract the Uniqueness would no longer be operated by Ciel herself.
Instead, Ciel in the simulation would directly complete all the planned objectives.
Now, compared to hands-on experience, Ciel valued her own ntal health more.
If her simulated self completely collapsed due to this plan and didn’t survive until 8 PM on July 1st, it ant Ciel had to optimize her idea again.
She currently had 187 Fate Points. There was no need for her to do particularly dangerous things just to save 10 Fate Points anymore.
It would just be hard work for her simulated self.
After completely modifying the plan, Ciel placed the “Endless Manual of Instant Forgetfulness” back into the system inventory, then confird the contents inside again through the inventory icon.
First objective: find a safe ti period to use tranquilizers to recover her spirit.
Second objective: find a way to help Avena advance.
Third objective: lure out the quill pen without killing Lucy and Oppold.
Fourth objective: extract the Uniqueness from the quill pen without exposing any information.
“Mm...”
Ciel nodded.
Finding a safe ti period and helping Avena advance were both elevated to top priority options.
Because if these two objectives could be completed, it would greatly alleviate Ciel’s current ntal stress.
Good luck, my simulated self...
“Future Days.”
“No.4.”
After the system screen flashed white light, it disappeared before Ciel’s eyes.
Ciel remained seated in place. Everything around, whether candles or object placents, remained unchanged. And she didn’t feel any power or whispers related to “Coroner.”
Ciel fell silent for a mont, then opened the system’s simulation interface.
The familiar system screen displayed before Ciel. Her Fate Points were still 187, but the text on the simulation interface was completely twisted and deford, emitting waves of bizarre aura.
Clicking it would enter deep simulation.
She opened the system inventory. The Endless Manual inside showed the objectives she needed to complete.
So, this is the feeling of becoming the “simulated self”?
What kind of deadly tasks are these.
Damn you, real .
Ciel sighed with the sa sentint her “simulated self” might have expressed countless tis before.
...
Ciel took out a notebook and began writing on it.
【Holy Year 741, June 25th, 2 AM】
【From now on, I will record ti periods without encountering any misfortune. You can choose a longer period to use the tranquilizer and recover your spirit】
Ciel closed the notebook, put it, a dip pen, and a bottle of ink into the mixture bag Adele gave her, then clipped the mixture bag onto her belt.
Since her real self had already delayed quite so ti and slept for seven hours, less than seven days remained for her simulated self now.
A full 162 hours, just over six and a half days.
For the first two days, it was best not to have any contact with the transcendent, to avoid affecting the “finding a safe ti period” aspect, which was the top priority.
The current Ciel actually hoped the “safe ti period” would arrive later, so she wouldn’t have to perform the last two dangerous actions...
Of course, this was just wishful thinking.
The success or failure of the matter directly related to the life and death of her real self, allowing no room for carelessness.
What could be done now, investigation without contacting the transcendent, was probably only searching for corpses.
This could be directly written to Avena. Even if Avena in the simulation sensed sothing, as long as the thod of obtaining corpses was acquired, her real self could directly bypass Avena and acquire the corpses.
If suitable corpses really couldn’t be found, she could only try contacting Tara. There were plenty of ordinary people among the cultists; suitable corpses shouldn’t be lacking.
After confirming the goal, Ciel imdiately started writing a letter. It would probably be morning tomorrow before she received a reply.
Just right to record the ti from now until morning, see if she could gather 8 hours of safe ti. According to Adele’s description, the tranquilizer she left lasted for 6 hours, plus a 2-hour buffer, should et the need for ntal recovery.
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