Last night, I finally met the Administrator and their senior, and I was able to resolve the doubts that had piled up.
"What on earth did they give me?"
However, the problem was that I didn't know what that senior had injected into me as a gift at the end.
"The gift is one thing, but the part I need to focus on now is the memory..."
I had unintentionally created a misunderstanding that I had lost part of my memory, which was originally intended to be used by the Administrator. Now, unintentionally, a way to make that misunderstanding a reality had appeared. In a way, I thought that the Administrator, who had been watching all the situations, might have helped in their own way.
"Anyway, an orphan..."
Recalling the memory given by the Administrator, I looked back at the life I had lived before coming here, and
"They said it was created based on my memory... No wonder it's fucking miserable."
I could confirm that it was a life of misfortune comparable to my original self.
At age 7, he was almost killed by a noble's carriage and saved by a nearby pharmacist using a potion.
At age 9, he went to the mountains to play and was buried in a landslide, rescued after 3 days.
On his 11th birthday, he was caught up in a terrorist attack by citizens discontent with the empire's high-ups, trapped in a collapsed building, etc. It was a life that had misfortunes strangely similar to mine.
"Moreover, the assassination attempts targeting his father, who protected the high-ups, and the kidnapping and imprisonment of him and his mother in a basement to target such a father..."
Of course, his father succeeded in rescuing him and his mother. It's just that his parents died in a trap set by the kidnappers in the basement.
"After that, he barely escaped, but his home was already burned down. Having received so much psychological shock at once, he lost his memory, wandered around, was captured by bandits, moved from place to place, luckily managed to escape, but while drinking water from a lake, he was ambushed by a wild Kobold and died..."
...The Administrator clearly said that the parents in this memory were all real people who had existed.
"Inheritance... Should I at least find their remains and bury them?"
This memory was created by the Administrator, but it's highly likely that those parents were real people who experienced such things.
Above all, there was a significant part in what the Administrator said,
'To be precise, it's not recreation but recombining your body brought from Earth to fit this world.'
"Recombination, not creation, means that instead of creating something from nothing, they combined my body with something from this world."
Moreover, when explaining this memory, they clearly said it felt like video editing. That means there's a possibility they used another source (memory) along with my memory.
Just in case, even if not entirely, there's a possibility that this memory is true. If so, it means that the material used to recombine this body might be the child of those parents from the memory.
"...Is there anyone from the empire nearby?"
If, by a very small chance, it's true, I wanted to ask someone who has business in the empire to investigate, even if I have to spend all my savings.
"Aah! My head hurts... I'll deal with this part later. The important thing now is whether I should hide that my memory has returned..."
Saying that my memory suddenly returned would be strange, so I thought about making a plausible excuse, but the gods' ability to detect lies was a problem.
"Sigh... Let's just not hide it and tell them."
What's the point of worrying? Even if I hide it, it'll be found out quickly, so it's easier to just say everything frankly.
"I should go to the dungeon for a while to cool my head... For a long time."
'I need to vent this inexplicably rising anger somewhere.'
Having stopped even the daily training I had done without fail, prepared to go to the dungeon anytime, I immediately woke up God and Naza.
"...I'm sorry for waking you so early in the morning."
Normally, I would have made breakfast, made pointless jokes, or had ordinary conversations, but...
"So your memory really has returned..."
"But the content is quite..."
Today, I wasn't in the mood for that.
"Quite bullshit, right? Or is it obvious since it's a fucking miserable life from anyone's perspective?"
""...""
Since waking up, for some reason, my emotional control wasn't working well. My tone felt... like it had thorns somewhere, and
"...I'm sorry. After my memory returned, my emotional control has been strangely off."
I knew my current state was abnormal, but I didn't expect to talk like this in front of God and Naza either.
"No, it's understandable enough, so don't worry about it."
"I'm rather moved that you're telling us without hiding anything...?"
Fortunately, the two weren't particularly bothered by the atmosphere.
"I'm thinking of going to the dungeon now... I might not come back up for a few days."
"...Do as you wish. But come back for the Monster Feria festival in three days."
"Yes..."
Having received permission, I apologized once more to God and Naza and headed straight for the dungeon.
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"Well... Honestly, I was surprised to be woken up fully armed early in the morning..."
"If that's the memory he recalled... It's understandable enough."
"That aside, I was surprised he was calmer than expected... With that kind of memory, it wouldn't be strange at all if he destroyed everything around him or had a seizure..."
"I feel sorry for Kai... But it's worrying that he could go insane and harm people immediately without it being strange..."
"...Shall we secretly follow him?"
"...Just in case, let's follow him only to the dungeon entrance."
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My current equipment includes the armor I bought from the guild, six push daggers I made myself, twenty 20cm nails with rings, and a long string, carrying more weapons than usual.
"I've packed a large bag, bandages, and three spare sets of clothes, so preparations are complete."
The reason I armed myself this much was, of course, to stay in the dungeon as long as possible.
"...Ah, right. I should have asked God to update my status before the gift came out..."
I don't know if it's a side effect of the memory being overlaid, but I now have a goal, unlike before when I lived without any real purpose.
"At least reach Level 2."
The emotion I'm feeling now is anger—even the most dangerous kind: vengeance.
"The minimum level needed to protect myself."
There was a will to never experience such things again, and a madness to grow stronger by any means necessary for that.
"...Could this personality have formed because of that?"
It felt like finding a lost puzzle piece, as if things were unraveling one by one, but
"I shouldn't push forward relying only on assumptions..."
There's a possibility that I started with the wrong button from the beginning, so I decided not to think too deeply about it.
"The important thing now is killing monsters and accumulating excelia. Let's just think about this for now..."
After walking silently for a while, I had already arrived in front of the dungeon, and
"Hoo... Then, let's begin."
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I don't know how much time has passed. If I knew this would happen, I should have gotten a portable watch or something.
"Kieeeek!!!!"
At my feet, an ant larger than a person was thrashing in pain. The reason for its thrashing? I had cut off its limbs and was splitting its head alive to take out the magic stone.
"Ahahaha!!!"
Since I forcibly took it out, some of the ant's bodily fluids got on it, but now, this body is someone who does anything to grow stronger quickly, so I immediately put the magic stone into my mouth, and
'Crunch!!'
I chewed and ate it just like that.
"Haa... Haa... Ptooey!!"
After finishing a fight I couldn't even remember how many times it was, I regained my senses, spat out the remaining Killer Ant bodily fluids in my mouth, and checked my condition.
"I should have fought more carefully... I need to reset once..."
One leg was bitten by the Killer Ant's sharp mouth, showing bone, and my right arm, which I mainly use, had long been broken and necrotized purple. Moreover, my back—though not visible—felt like hot blood was flowing out.
"No matter how many times I do this, I don't get used to it..."
I roughly sat down on the ground, took out a nail with a ring, hooked it on my finger, brought it to the gap between my ribs, and
'Stab!!'
I stabbed it straight toward my heart.
"...Kehek!!"
The pierced heart gradually began to stop, and
'I need to pull it out quickly...'
Before losing consciousness, my strength wasn't working well, but thanks to the ring hooked on my finger, I could pull out the nail with minimal force.
And then
"Heok!!"
I regained consciousness with all wounds gone, in a perfectly healthy body.
"Condition normal confirmed. Then, let's head to the next room..."
What I'm doing now is a hunting method using the characteristic of Killer Ants, which release pheromones when injured to call their comrades.
"Normally, no one would do such crazy things... But with this Immortal, it's possible for me."
No matter what injuries occur, no matter how exhausted, even if I die in battle, I revive with everything recovered.
If there are injuries that hinder fighting, I can stab my heart with the brought nails to commit suicide.
"There's a downside that if I don't pull out the nail quickly before losing consciousness, everything except the head disappears..."
Due to the trait that completely removes foreign objects when reviving, if I miss the timing to pull it out even slightly, the part remaining inside disappears without a trace, so it's important to stab and pull out immediately.
"Hoo... This room is cleared too. I'm running low on the nails I brought... Should I start heading back soon?"
I don't know how much time has passed since I entered the dungeon, but based on my biological clock, I think it might be the third day as promised with God. Or maybe a bit off, whatever.
"This is the last of the spare clothes I brought. My bag is also full of magic stones, with no space left, and my armor is on the verge of breaking, so I should stop here..."
Above all, I only have three nails left for suicide.
"Let's go back..."
Heading back up to the surface, what I saw was
"Mo, monsters!?"
The sight of monsters charging toward the ordinary people enjoying the festival.