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“……Ah.”

As countless stars embroider the vast night sky when the sun sets.

As life springs anew on the parched earth after the rain.

Perhaps it is the law of nature that countless characters float around to complete sentences, and people with common interests gather to form groups.

‘Hey, where the hell is Bunker Quest located? I’ve been searching all day and can’t find it??’

‘Um… I wish you newbies would think a little before asking questions when choosing dialogue options.’

‘Valentine Sisters Route Entry, Season 6512984. Objection overruled, you corporate stooge.’

‘Is it real that no one has completed all the achievements yet?? Were you all just poser gamers????’

……Well, it might be an overly sentimental description to use when looking at the terrible drivel and chatter that floods internet game communities. But for me, they were all valuable pieces of information and potential signposts.

Even though I thought it had been a very long time since I had crossed over. I instinctively checked to see if my body was moving as I wanted it to.

Fingers… they wiggle, more or less.

Neck… it’s scratchy, but it turns well.

Eyes… they’re stiff as if I stayed up all night, but I can read the letters.

The last time I managed to make contact, my body was so sluggish that I was kicked out before I could even try anything, but this is pretty good. Very doable. I can do it.

Ignoring the community site I was browsing on Neo Haven Prime, which was running in the background, I quickly opened a new window and accessed the Haven Wiki.

It’s nothing to brag about, but I had a plan of action ready if this opportunity came.

The reason why I, who pride myself on having excellent original knowledge, keep getting dragged around was clear.

The first reason is being in an unknown time and place.

The second is that each time, I only barely glimpse a part of the incident. I try to solve uncertain riddles with only fragmentary evidence, so things go wrong little by little.

But that means.

Conversely, if I find an unwavering reference point, a guideline, wouldn’t that be enough?

As soon as the familiar domain opened, I clicked on the link that I never wanted to click on… but which was clearly full of useful information, and enlarged the page.

Yes…. The wiki document of a stranger named Anastasia Valentine.

“…Ugh.”

First, I skipped past the screenshots of myself that were plastered at the top.

After passing the upper part with all sorts of trivial and confusing annotations such as flashback scenes, confrontation scenes, and damn blush scenes, the item I was looking for appeared.

And so, I arrived at the historical list of the character.

Like Helena’s document. Even while opening the door to the treasure trove that would unconditionally contain only the things I had experienced or would experience, I was a little uneasy.

Even if I had resigned myself from the moment the game became reality.

This question, which will probably never disappear as long as the parallel world window of unknown principle and origin remains.

Will everything I’ve done so far be recorded? If so, what am I, exactly?

A transmigrator or reincarnator who once believed he was a man? Or… just a character with such a setting?

…My stomach churns.

Let’s try not to think of the worst possibilities.

Going to the hospital for depression and panic will only result in being prescribed a comprehensive gift set of drugs, so it’s just digging my own grave.

If the truth is sleeping beyond this anyway, and all I can do is check it.

At the very least, with the determination to try to resist the shackles that bind me and then give up, I read down the listed sentences.

• Anastasia Valentine. (She has a hidden surname, Makarovich, but it is rarely used.)

High level of information and solid basic equipment shown in the story.

There is a misunderstanding that she is a corporate figure due to her undeniably top-tier special abilities, connections, and characters involved with her favorability… To be exact, it is more accurate to see her as a freelancer with deep connections to several Mega Corps, but the truth is unknown.

The reason why she is classified as a sub-heroine despite having a volume and narrative that is no different from a semi-main character is simple.

Depending on the user’s choice, she is only mentioned by name and does not appear at all, or if you follow the worst-case scenario, she appears as a full-fledged boss, let alone recruiting her as a companion or dating her.

In other words, if you plan to play with a good alignment or want a smooth happy ending, you can spam the advice button every time you encounter her.

If you have decided to go with an evil alignment… please refer to the separately created strategy (combat) document.

…This harsh game changes the environment dynamically depending on the dialogue you choose or the quests you perform, so always be careful.

The first encounter is a back alley petty thief quest that can be done in the very early stages.

As expected, there is no timeline officially provided by Chaos Point Development, but by looking at the various scattered Easter eggs and reactions according to the story branches, you can roughly figure out the related events or actions outside of your field of vision.

The actions in the story revealed so far are as follows: –

“….”

What…… I heard she was popular, but the introduction was much longer than expected.

Anyway, wiki editors are too fond of being detailed.

It’s a shame that I have to read evaluations and analyses of myself written by unspecified people when I should be picking out only the necessary information… I don’t know how celebrities do this kind of embarrassing egosurfing (Egosurfing: the act of checking one’s reputation).

Still, the actions are kindly organized below, so I believed that now I just had to accept and memorize them endlessly….

Unfortunately. It seems that things in the world do not go so smoothly.

‘Enama Corporation Research Institute Devastation.’

‘Involved in the death of Anne Grisha and the liquidation of Project Paradise.’

‘Prevented the Harvest Planet Terror.’

‘^$%^rm*&$$aks&%%#…….’

‘%$&dkwlrsjandlffj*(&*(‘

‘Ugh…?!’

Suddenly, without any warning, my vision distorts.

There was no pain, as if there was no intention to harm, but the clear senses became distant in an instant, and consciousness was pushed away from the body.

Did I already use up all the given time?

…No, this isn’t that kind of problem.

Whether it’s a historian or a wiki editor. It is natural that the past that has already happened is recorded by people.

But is opening a place where facts that may become the future for someone are written really an act within the scope that providence can forgive?

If the truth is confirmed the moment it is observed, then the thing I was looking for is a paradox in itself.

If you think about it more deeply, it may sound like a strange statement… but the bottom of this Haven Wiki document may have been a blank page with nothing written on it.

Because… it’s something that hasn’t happened yet in the timeline that the person hasn’t reached yet.

“…Okay. Let’s be fair and square, let’s play fair.”

Then this is a kind of… gentle refusal.

If you want clues, I’ll give them to you like now, but if you want everything, I’ll kick you out mercilessly. A warning to keep the line.

And a consideration that subtly tells me that Anastasia Valentine’s actions are solely my decision.

I had no clue about the host, but with only the sense of accomplishment that I had barely discovered the rules of this little game, I returned in vain.

“Haaa…….”

A sigh escapes on its own.

This time! I was going to peek at the obstacles lurking in my path in advance, even at the cost of shame, but I failed miserably.

There was nothing I did wrong to blame myself for, but anyway.

I couldn’t help but feel a belated regret that it would have been more helpful to just skim through the posts as I felt like it…

I turned my body, turning my eyes away from the ceiling of the Implant clinic, which I had become familiar with over the past few days.

It’s too early to get up, but it’s an ambiguous time that’s too late to take another nap.

According to the original plan, I was not only going to stop relying on the teacher’s store, but I was not even thinking of staying in this city any longer.

However… someone who didn’t even have enough money for a train ticket due to extremely personal circumstances.

Unfortunately, it was a story that I had no choice but to rely on the given favor until the end of the year when work was scheduled.

• Miss Anastasia, are you awake? You’re getting up early today. –

“……Can you leave someone who’s weak in the morning alone?”

The Care Bot’s voice, which was truly annoying, struck my eardrums.

It’s the same as ever, and it’s changed if it’s changed. Well, the situation and the body are completely different from then, so how can I expect everything to be the same?

“…….”

I glared at the culprit who instantly plunged my poor wallet balance to the bottom, and the companion who decided to take the dark path ahead with me…. Soon, I realized that it was a hopeless battle of nerves and quietly greeted her.

“…Good morning. Tin Can.”