219 Training (Split Body) Results
Some Vampire Child began calling me Master.
What is this nonsense?
Did their head explode?
And yet, despite saying Master, they show no sign of respect at all.
There’s an obvious sense of reluctance in their voice.
If they didn’t want to say it, they could just not say it.
Why suddenly Master all of a sudden?
Makes no sense.
Aside from the Vampire Child’s odd behavior, the journey progressed smoothly.
After sampling local specialties across regions for about three years, we finally reached the edge of the human realm.
In those three years, my stats improved moderately.
Given the span of three years, the growth was barely noticeable—just barely above average.
First, I successfully developed an improved camouflage technique: a recognition-inhibiting spell.
Now, anyone encountering me will only perceive me as “White.”
The technique operates by implanting the awareness of "white" as the foremost characteristic in one’s mind, thereby suppressing recognition of all other features.
Even the perception of "white" is designed to fade quickly from consciousness.
This eliminates unnecessary, lingering gazes.
The drawback, however, is that the effect ceases entirely once detected.
It is also not a strong spell.
It holds under casual interaction, but sustained focused observation will break through it.
Thus, with frequent face-to-face contact, the effect fails to manifest.
Still, functioning on casual strangers is sufficient—no fatal flaw.
Improvements will continue, but priority has been reduced.
Spatial magic has yielded consistent results.
Successfully stabilized the route to Earth. Successfully manipulated time within the extradimensional space where fragmented bodies are stored.
Seems I possess aptitude for spatial magic.
Other magical aptitudes appear to have been inherited from D, but this one—this is my own talent.
Will prioritize development in this field moving forward.
Additionally, replicated the cursed eye. Gained control over systems. Rebuilt foundational knowledge according to the divine basic curriculum.
Various tasks completed.
The cursed eye—this one is particularly refined.
The cursed eye, version 2.0, has been finalized.
Overconfident, I made several modifications. Resulted in something more severe than the original skill.
Further overconfident, I completed several new cursed eyes.
Just a little more to complete the dream cursed eye ten-roll.
Heh heh, the otaku spirit trembles.
As capabilities expand, combat effectiveness remains largely unchanged.
No, it’s rising, I suppose—but the base value was already so high that the increase falls within margin of error.
Hmm.
More like a battleship crew acquiring handguns, really.
On reflection, combat capacity has increased—but compared to the battleship’s overall power, it’s negligible.
That’s the impression.
It’s just adding minor techniques to an already high-tier baseline.
Well, there’s not much that can be done about it.
Considering how rapidly growth occurred within the system, it feels like the pace has slowed significantly—but this is normal, really.
This world doesn’t allow gods to become strong so quickly.
If it did, Black would have graduated from the lower divine ranks long ago.
Effort continues—(the fragment persists)—but it’s best to expect no further rapid advancement from here on.
Considering it, becoming a god from nothing more than a spider was already a massive ascent. Expecting anything beyond this would be overreaching.
D said my survival was unexpected. But that can't be said with certainty.
No—what D said was genuinely unexpected. D wasn't lying.
When D implanted Wakaba-hime’s memories into me, a fragment of D’s soul entered alongside them.
A fragment so small, even D wouldn’t notice it—no larger than a speck of debris.
Yet, even so, it was a fragment of a supreme deity.
The soul of a mere spider was nearly erased by its influence.
Honestly, I have almost no memory of my previous life as a spider.
That was the memory I recalled—just that much. Beyond that, I could only imagine, based on the discordance between my current recollection and the memory of Wakaba-hime.
I am aware these memories are false. Yet, for me, the weight of memory remains tied to Wakaba-hime.
All of it stems from the overwhelming presence of D’s soul fragment.
My soul, having absorbed that fragment, mutated in the manner of a spider soul being consumed—became what I am now.
At that point, soul strength increased dramatically.
The reason I learned skills at an unusually fast rate, and possessed such high skill affinity, was entirely due to this.
Skills created by D himself could not fail to resonate with D’s soul.
The heightened soul strength allowed me to utilize abilities such as identification and parallel consciousness effectively.
Honestly, when I heard the Demon Lord's assessment of this world's recognition, I just went "huh?"
What even is head explosion?
I never dreamed something used so recklessly could be so dangerous.
Not knowing is frightening.
And so, they attack when judged, because being assessed causes discomfort.
Heh heh, is that it?
She was repeatedly attacked by monsters.
I didn’t know!
I wouldn’t have used Constant Perception if I’d known!
And so, the shocking truth was learned—though the鉴定 is currently unavailable.
Useless, and that is inconvenient in itself.
A skill entirely derived from the system. Cannot replicate similar magic.
A touch lonely these days.