I am a mindless machine.

I am a mindless machine. (Author: Mo Keli)

With a flash of light from the computer screen, Yun You's consciousness drifted into a hazy state. When he awoke again, what lay before him was a war that even describing it as 'cruel' would be too simplistic.

Human lives are like weeds; a single pluck can cause them to vanish from the world in vast, exaggerated waves. And besides that, nothing good happened to him—in fact, by the time he noticed, his appearance had transformed into that of a petite young girl. —And he wasn't even human anymore… his entire body had become a mechanical structure she couldn't comprehend at all.

On top of that, what left her even more bewildered was—"........[Analysis], the self, named 'Yunyou'...........has lost its emotions?"-------------------------------

Important P.S.: The author has gone completely off the rails. P.S.2: The world should be "No Game No Life Zero" → "One-Punch Man" → "Heaven's Lost Property" → "Honkai Impact Series" → "Problem Children Are Coming from Another World" → "No Game No Life Main Story"

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Chapter One: The Sword Witch Girl

(Slightly modify the settings to make them more reasonable)

Offerings.

This is an ancient belief, referring to items used in sacrificial rites. Because of a deep-seated reverence for some unknown power—be it a deity, an ancestor, or simply the belief that offering something will bring good fortune—people would kill living beings, using the process of life and death to complete the so-called ritual.

This living thing—naturally, it can also include humans.

The girl was chosen as a sacrifice from birth. Her fate was sealed from the start: she would be offered to the heavens upon reaching adulthood, losing her life... death.

The girl with this mission was given a special title.

Its name is—Sword Wizard.

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Deep in the mountains somewhere, there is a building that looks like a shrine.

"Sword Wizard, this is today's meal."

The man, dressed in formal attire like a priest, spoke respectfully, bowing as he placed the tray he was carrying on the wooden floor. He had no intention of entering the shrine.

The food on the tray wasn't plentiful, nor did it look very appealing; it was almost entirely unseasoned, retaining its original appearance—but it was of the highest quality in terms of health.

The sole purpose of this food should be to ensure that the person who eats it will not experience any health problems and can grow up healthily.

"Yes, thank you very much."

A very soft voice came from inside the shrine. Then, a girl with long, light blonde hair slowly walked out.

The girl was slender and petite, and like her voice, she gave off a very fragile feeling, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

She wore a white-topped, red-bottomed shrine maiden outfit, but it wasn't the traditional long-sleeved, long-hakama version. Instead, it was a combination of short sleeves and a short skirt, revealing her slender, snow-white arms and calves, seemingly designed for greater freedom of movement. This alteration was made without compromising the image of a shrine maiden.

A crimson scabbard with a blade was tucked into the girl's waist. The scabbard was not long, and even someone as petite as the girl could draw it in one go.

"Thank you for bringing me food today."

The girl gave the man a faint smile, her pale blue eyes looking at him with sincere gratitude. However, the man did not respond with thanks, but simply said in a cold, formulaic voice, "Then I'll take my leave. Please enjoy your meal, Sword Wizard." Then he left without looking back. Although his words sounded normal, his deliberate aloofness was unmistakable.

Clearly, he had no desire to have anything more to do with the girl, and aside from the responsibilities required by his position, he didn't even bother to say a word. His attitude was extremely cold.

The girl dressed as a shrine maiden showed no surprise at this situation; after all, for over a decade as far as she could remember, the villagers had always treated her this way—like they treated her as air.

So, this is normal.

I looked down at the food on the plate, and as expected, it was exactly the same as before. Plain, simple, and tasteless. These were probably the best words to describe this meal.

This dish, prepared without any seasoning, relies solely on the natural flavors of the ingredients, clearly demonstrating a lack of understanding of food pairing. Not only is the presentation poor, but the harmony of the ingredients and the cooking process are also at a rudimentary stage. It clearly shows the chef's unwillingness to spend more time on this matter.

The girl didn't mind, and instead of taking the wooden tray back to her room, she sat down outside. A cool breeze brushed against her delicate face, ruffled her warm, pale golden hair, and a strand of hair wrapped around her neck, making her feel a little itchy.

The girl's round, sky-blue eyes lacked a bright luster and instead appeared somewhat cloudy and unclear—she was blind.

"...The time is almost up." She smelled the fragrance in the air; it must be the scent of flowers, right? Since she had never seen the real thing, she could only guess.

It's springtime now, and she has one year left until she turns sixteen.

By this time next year, she will have to give her life for the village's harvest and peace, fulfilling her duty.

From the day she was born, from the moment she opened her eyes, this was her predetermined fate.

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The village where the blonde girl was born is called Jianxuan Village, a secluded place nestled deep in the mountains, far removed from the world. The villagers are self-sufficient, relying on farming and hunting.

Although she had heard rumors that the village chief seemed to have connections with people in the city, the girl, who had always stayed within the grounds of the mountain shrine, did not know the details.

The name "Jianxuan" for Jianxuan Village isn't just a random choice because it sounds cool. The village's swordsmanship is a highly sophisticated technique passed down from a very ancient time. From birth, all the village's children, boys and girls alike, are instructed in swordsmanship by the village's master swordsmen. This is a tradition of the village.

At the same time, this village also has another equally important tradition.

That originates from a legend passed down through generations. It is said that long ago, a swordswoman of unparalleled skill came to the mountain range where the present-day Sword Mystic Village is located, and there she discovered a terrifying monster that could destroy the world. The swordswoman fought the monster for a long time, and in the end, both were severely injured.

The demonic beast retreated into the mountains, its fate unknown, while the swordswoman ultimately succumbed to her wounds and died there. Before her death, she entrusted her companions with establishing Sword Mystic Village on the mountain and passed down all her swordsmanship. Her final words were: every so often, Sword Mystic Village must send a highly skilled warrior deep into the mountains to find and fight the demonic beast. Only in this way can the beast be completely eradicated, and only then can Sword Mystic Village remain safe.

Many details of this myth have gradually become distorted in the course of history. The truth, and even whether the event actually happened, have been buried in the fog and remain unknown.

However, one thing is certain: if people are not sent into the deep mountains as in the myth, then every so often—about every fifty years—the mountains will suffer from droughts and water quality changes, among other disasters.

The villagers, of course, did not know the real reason; they only knew that if the myth was true, the village would continue to have a bountiful harvest and prosperity.

This is why the custom of using sword shamans as sacrifices came about.

To become a sword sorceress, there is a clear symbol. When someone who meets the qualification appears, her fate is already decided.

It was like a brand—a blood-red mark that appeared on the skin from birth.

Chapter Two: An Unexpected Break from the Unchanging Routine

The girl had no name, not since birth. For no one would name someone destined to die as a sacrifice. All she possessed was the title of Sword Witch.

The girl had no idea how many sword sorcerers had preceded her, and the elders who taught her common sense only imparted the basics necessary for survival. Knowledge of ideas and beliefs, and of the abnormality of her own situation—these were things that the village's leaders had restricted her from knowing from the very beginning.

Therefore, from a young age, she believed that her death at the age of sixteen was a natural occurrence. This prevented her from having any resistance from the beginning, and she naturally accepted all the opinions of the village elders.

It's almost like training an animal.

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"Huh! Uh...?"

Suddenly feeling a strange sensation at the tip of her nose, the blonde girl gasped in surprise, nearly dropping the food she was eating.

"What is this...?"

The girl first put down the food in her hands, then picked up the small piece that was resting on the tip of her nose. It was soft to the touch, almost oval-shaped, and had a slightly pinkish feel. She carefully felt around with her hand; the small piece had a notch at the top.

If she could see them, she would know they were pink cherry blossom petals. Not far from the steps where she sat, there was a magnificent grove of cherry blossom trees, countless trees in full bloom displaying their beauty in all directions. Every time a breeze blew, a few delicate pink petals would fall from the branches, pinkish-white, peach-colored, and light red, creating a scene as beautiful as a poem or painting.

A blonde girl dressed as a shrine maiden stands at the center of this scene. She gazes blankly at the direction from which the petals have drifted, their fragrance filling her nostrils and bringing a sweet, gentle smile to her face.

A charming smile.

However—she was unable to witness such a sight with her own eyes.

All she could see was darkness.

"Well then, it's time to practice swordsmanship."

The girl murmured softly, flicked off a petal, placed the bowl and chopsticks on the ground, and said someone would come to clean them up soon. With a whoosh, she leaped down the steps, stood up, and walked towards the practice area that she had memorized over the years.

They arrived at a relatively spacious open area, located behind the Kengen Shrine. There were no standees or mannequins typically required for swordsmanship training. Because those things were useless to the blind girl.

"......"

The girl drew the long sword from her waist. The blade was not unusual; it was just an ordinary iron weapon. It was slightly longer than her slender arm, making it easy for her petite frame to wield.

The girl then began her afternoon practice.

There were no mysterious moves, no dazzling special effects, not even a fierce killing intent or speed that was impossible to detect with the naked eye.

She was just repeatedly swinging her sword.

Thrust, chop, swipe, sweep.

Those were the most basic movements for a swordsman, like the horse stance in martial arts—fundamental skills with nothing profound about them. They were nothing like the techniques taught in the Sword Mystic Village, which prides itself on its mysterious swordsmanship.

In reality, no one in Jianxuan Village had ever taught the girl any sword techniques.

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Those born in Jianxuan Village with red marks possess exceptional talent in learning any swordsmanship; every swordswoman is a born prodigy of the sword. Even though their physical attributes are not much different from those of ordinary villagers, the moment they wield a blade, even the most mundane swordsmanship is instantly elevated. They instinctively eliminate any unnecessary impurities, leaving only the purest essence.

All sword shamans to be sacrificed must be among the most powerful in the village—a mandate passed down from mythology. However, the people of Sword Mystic Village were naturally unwilling to entrust a mere sacrifice with uncontrollable power, even though they controlled the girl's mind. She could be strong, but not too strong.

That's why they only gave the girl an ordinary sword—a sword even more fragile than usual. They didn't teach her any swordsmanship, but forced her to dedicate most of her time each day to practicing swordplay. Because that was the duty of a sword sorcerer.

Furthermore, from her childhood, the village's swordsmanship instructor would be sent to spar with her every so often—ostensibly sparring, but in reality, it was a one-sided abuse of a blind little girl who knew nothing about swords by an adult swordsman. This was to imprint the fear of being unable to resist on her body from childhood.

In order to truly control the sword sorcerers, the people of Jianxuan Village have developed their own cruel methods over a long history.

Even so, at the age of fifteen, the girl has already managed to defeat all the sword instructors in a one-on-one duel using only the basic techniques she has figured out on her own, except for the elders who have never fought her, making her the nominal number one in the village.

It has qualified to become a sacrifice.

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"call.........."

The girl, panting heavily, stopped swinging her sword and managed to sheath it. She braced herself against her knees to keep from collapsing from exhaustion. Her shrine maiden robes were soaked with sweat, clinging to her slender, almost undeveloped figure, and her wet blonde hair clung to her cheeks.

According to the elder who was in charge of instructing her on basic knowledge, her physical condition was the worst among all generations of sword sorcerers. She couldn't even sustain simple sword-wielding practice for an hour.