Miss Witch's Speed ​​Run Manual

"Wait a minute... Ma'am... Your Excellency!"

"I... I have a complete set of notes and potions for the re-creation ritual. I can give them to you directly! As an apology for my ignorance!"

He slowly raised his head, his yellowed eyeballs and lifeless pupils met Charles's. The moment their eyes met, Charles felt his brain buzzing.

"Brad was just a sacrifice for my re-creation ritual. After instigating him, I just let him act alone. I didn't expect him to target you."

"This bottle of potion is just something I use to teach Brad. If you need it..."

"This potion and the notes are yours..."

The voice of the man in black robe echoed in Charles' mind. In her sight, everything became a blur of colors. The only clear thing was the face of the man in black robe, which was gradually supported by flesh buds.

Charles felt the whispers in her head gradually grow louder, even drowning out her thoughts. Her limbs began to stiffen, and she gradually began to lose the feeling of her limbs.

What kind of power is this?

Is this...supernatural power?

Potions... Notes... Ritual Re-enactment... Instructions...

The words took some effort to reassemble in Ciel's mind.

The world in her eyes gradually began to distort even the colors, leaving only that terrifying face flashing in her sight, and with each flash, it was getting a few steps closer to her.

No... I have to find a way to move...

Ciel's mind was filled with alarm. As the face drew closer, she seemed to have a horrifying vision—flesh buds pierced through the man's cheek, began to burrow out of his face, and began to gnaw at her cheek with barbed tentacles...

And... skills...

Death... Reversal...

Ciel used up his last bit of strength and pulled the trigger on the pistol that had been pressed against his temple with his left hand.

"boom--!"

The hammer slammed into the primer of the bullet, and the burning black powder gushed out with a large amount of smoke wrapped around the bullet. The flames from the muzzle burned the hair beside her ear, sending the bullet into her skull, rolling and stirring in her brain.

The gunshot sounded like thunder in her ears, and all the whispers and buzzing were dissipated in the thunderstorm.

As brain matter mixed with blood gushed out of her head, everything in front of her eyes returned to normal in an instant.

She saw the man in black robe, covering his wound with his hand, limping towards her.

On his face, the granulation was struggling to tear through the skin of his cheek and break out. Charles could even see the blood oozing from his eyeballs and the sharp, barbed granulation that was sticking out.

Fear and pain did not make Ciel collapse. Instead, she fell into a calmness like that of a dead person.

Under the shocked gaze of the man in black robe, she raised her hand and threw away the revolver with the exhausted bullets in her left hand, then rushed forward with a dagger in her right hand. With her nimble movements, she slashed the man's neck with the knife.

Ignoring the dirty black blood splattering on her body, Charles slashed at the opponent's neck again and again. Even though the buds on his face were sprouting out like crazy, she had no intention of stopping.

At this moment, Charles is already a dead man. Since he is a dead man, there is nothing to be afraid of.

“Puff—Puff—”

Sticky black blood splattered all over the ground. The black-robed man's neck was almost separated from his head by the fierce blow that almost used all his strength in every attack, leaving only a tiny bit of flesh still connected.

The man in black robe had already lost all life. His skin drooped again, and the tumor on his head burst. Black blood and scattered things like translucent insect eggs were scattered all over the ground. As he died, a flesh-colored tentacle condensed little by little in the blood beside him, quietly emitting a faint pink glow.

Charles stopped what she was doing. She had no heartbeat, no breathing, and was not even afraid of such a tragic scene. Her already dark red pupils began to blur a little.

She gradually began to lose control of her body, and her consciousness was drifting away bit by bit.

Is the simulation about to end... This thought flashed through Ciel's mind.

I don't know if I've earned enough destiny points by killing them... Now that I'm dead, I probably won't get many points...

Oh right...potions...

Charles used a knife to cut open the black robe of the man in black, and with stiff movements he took out a black, translucent reagent bottle from inside his robe. What was contained inside did not look like liquid, but rather a full bottle of flowing gas.

In addition to the potion, Ciel also found two notebooks, both of which she held in her left hand, waiting for the simulation to end so she could put them in the mall to see what they were.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the flesh-colored tentacle lying in a pool of blood. She slowly stretched out her right hand, picked up the tentacle with the tip of the knife, and stood up stiffly little by little with all her strength.

Um......

Charles's thinking began to slow down and his thinking ability began to decline significantly.

She stared at the tentacles on the sword with her dilated pupils in confusion, and a question kept running through her mind.

Through the knife... Can this thing be sent to the system mall?

You have to contact it yourself...

But my left hand was full, and my right hand was still holding the knife. If I let go, I would never be able to get it back.

Charles slowly raised his hand, extended the tip of the knife, and slowly brought the pink tentacle in his hand to his mouth.

I met you... Okay...

"ah------!"

A hysterical scream came from the door of the tavern.

Charles, who had completely lost the ability to think, turned his head awkwardly and looked towards the door.

Then, she kept her head tilted in this position, frozen in place.

The stagnant street gradually began to boil over because of the scream.

Chapter 9: Unveiling the Extraordinary

"Reality"

「圣741年6月17日18:45」

"Rating: Battle! Awesome!"

"You killed two adult men stronger than you and a quasi-transcendent in a row. You were desperate and unleashed a force you couldn't even imagine yourself when your opponent was completely unprepared!"

"Take it. You deserve it based on your performance."

"Reward: Destiny Points*20, [Prescience Level 1], [Calm Thinking Level 1]"

"Destiny Points: 24"

"Ho-"

On the tattered iron bed, a red-haired girl suddenly straightened up as if she was suffocating in a dream, holding her chest and began to gasp for breath.

Charles breathed in the fresh air greedily, slowly recovering from the cold and suffocating feeling.

Compared to the instant death before, the feeling of losing body temperature and thinking bit by bit after using the ability of "Death Reversal" is more like a feeling of despair where one cannot struggle.

It didn't take long for Charles to calm down. He looked up at the silver-white light screen flashing in front of him.

"20 o'clock..."

Seeing the number of destiny points he had obtained, Charles slowly breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to rub his temple.

The points obtained in this simulation are more than double the previous two times combined. It seems that my desperate action was not wrong.

After confirming that he had obtained enough points for the next simulation, Ciel turned his attention to the skills he had acquired.

The skills I acquired before, whether it was [Agility] or [Death Reversal], were of great help to me.

Without dexterity, with his previous skills, he might not even be able to kill the first pursuer, let alone the subsequent battles.

Death reversal also brings benefits to herself. Without this skill to regain consciousness, she might have been swallowed by the other party long ago, and she would not have been able to obtain the medicine bottle and notes from the black-robed man, as well as the strange tentacle.

As Ciel watched, the introduction of the new ability appeared before her eyes.

"Precognitive Vision Lv. 1: Passive skill. Allows you to see the state of everything one second in the future."

「Calm Thinking Lv.1: You can maintain calm thinking in more extreme situations」

Looking at the two newly acquired skills, Ciel nodded slightly.

These acquired skills are all based on one's performance in the simulation, and these skills are directly or indirectly related to what one does in the simulation.

Just as the system said at the beginning, when I ran in the first simulation, I gained [Dexterity]; when I faced death fearlessly for the first time, I gained [Death Reversal].

In the previous simulation, he had somehow predicted the black-robed man's action of devouring him and gained [Precognitive Vision].

[Calm Thinking], on the other hand, is more like a reward similar to [Dexterity].

No matter which new ability she acquired, it would be of great use to Ciel. [Calm Thinking] could reduce the influence of the black-robed man's hypnotic voice, and [Precognitive Vision] could also allow her to avoid threats in advance.

Charles withdrew her gaze from the system screen and looked at her right hand. Just when she was about to raise her hand, she could already see a faint shadow rising slightly.

After he retracted this thought, the shadow dissipated and disappeared, and at the same time, a slight feeling of dizziness appeared in his brain, just like motion sickness.

It seems that I am still not quite used to this passive ability that cannot be turned off, and I can only rely on time to get used to it.

She looked at the system interface again, and this time, she opened the store interface.

There were many more items in the system's store interface. In addition to the cloak and other clothes, she saw what she wanted to get in the last simulation.

Thomas's Diary

"Destiny Points: 1"

Du Wen's Research Notes

"Destiny Points: 2"

"[Avenger Resurrection Potion]"

"Destiny Points: 100"

"[Instigator's Spiritual Materials]"

"Destiny Points: 50"

Two notebooks, a reagent bottle filled with black mist, and the tentacle called spiritual material.

What is an “Avenger”? What is an “Instigator”?

In the previous conversation with the man in black robe, he seemed to have identified himself as a gentleman who was performing some kind of "reappearance ceremony". The system said that he was a quasi-transcendent. Was he the one who was performing the reappearance ceremony?

Questions popped up in Charles' mind, along with a surge of sleepiness.

In the simulation just now, she consumed too much mental energy, especially when using [Death Reversal], her mental energy was constantly draining away like water being pumped out by a pump.

However, it hasn't reached the point where his mental strength has been drained, as in the simulation. Charles still has enough energy to do other things, but he feels a little more lethargic than usual.

Charles was certain that in the last simulation she had touched some extraordinary powers that did not belong to ordinary people. In order to solve her doubts at the moment, it was necessary to exchange the two notebooks.

This is to make yourself more aware of the world you have never seen.

Ciel exchanged the two notebooks, spending 2 destiny points.

"The exchange of [Thomas's Diary] and [Du Wen's Research Notes] was successful. The spiritual mark in [Du Wen's Research Notes] has been cleared."

"Remaining Destiny Points: 21"

Research notes have one more destiny point than diaries. Is that used to clear the spiritual markings inside?

A cheap notebook similar to his own and an exquisite notebook wrapped in black sheepskin appeared in Charles's hand.

She put the ordinary-looking diary aside, thought for a second, and then opened the black sheepskin notebook.

A line of somewhat square handwriting appeared in front of Charles.

[Reproduction Research Notes - Duven Favalli - The Church of the Goddess of Savior]

There was no other text on the title page, and Charles continued to turn the pages.

Like other priests, I have also begun writing spiritual notes in the hope of accelerating my ascetic training. I never thought that a believer like me could become a servant of God. I will devote myself to the church and practice asceticism in every corner of my life. Goddess, please bless me to pass the trial soon and become a priest.

"Wow."

Charles turned the pages. What was recorded at the back were some trivial daily church life. There was nothing worth noting. Soon, Charles stopped at one of the pages.

[High Priestess Julis saw me writing in my spiritual notes and privately reprimanded me, telling me not to be so ambitious... But I want to dedicate everything to the goddess as soon as possible. Is that wrong?]

I went to the black market and had someone add a spiritual mark to my handwriting so no one could see what I was writing. However, the way the black marketeer who printed the mark gave me that handwriting was really unpleasant.

From here on, the originally lazy writing style began to become stronger, and Charles continued to turn the pages.

"I've done everything the other ascetics have done, and I've even endured a more painful life than they have! Why haven't I received the approval of the High Priest of Ulis?!"

[The Goddess said, "The more pain we bear, the less suffering there will be in the world." But I've already done more than anyone else, so why won't you let me perform the Resurrection Ritual?!]