Chapter 2

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: 1. Yoo Eun-ha

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So, after snapping out of it, this is the state I'm in.

Let me sort this out again.

Unkempt white hair grown long enough to cover my eyes.

Pitch-black irises dark as night.

Long lashes framing a delicately chiseled face.

A slender build with curves perfectly tuned to ensnare every man in the world.

Gazing into the mirror, this face belonged to Yoo Jin-seok's little sister, Yoo Eun-ha.

But always compared to her brother—who'd been a star since childhood—the stress piled up, leaving her holed up at home as a reclusive ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠loner.

"My hair's ridiculously long."

Glancing at my desk, a memory surfaced: that guy called "oppa" once got a friend at Hansung Academy to write a recommendation letter for me.

Huh? Wait a sec. Why am I identifying myself with Yoo Eun-ha?

Am I the corporate drone slaving away like a dog at Black Corporation Korea? Or Yoo Eun-ha, seething with gripes against the world?

I have no idea. All I know is that the memories of some nameless guy picking fights with the author of her novel coexist with Yoo Eun-ha's current ones inside me.

With those memories overlapping, I had to stay sharp.

Man or not, girl deluded into thinking she was one—no way was I dying like some stray dog.

A memory flashed: me once staging a suicide spectacle.

Suddenly, I wanted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to crawl into the nearest rat hole.

Academy enrollment felt like a done deal. Which meant I needed to patch up my death flags, even if just a little.

One week until departure day. Vision darkening, I grabbed the cigarette pack on my desk, stuck one between my lips.

"Hoo."

The haze lifted.

But what was this cigarette? It gave an oddly euphoric buzz.

Whatever. Time to plan ahead.

Right. Good. Let's chalk this up to a dream. No way a world like this exists for real. I might have Yoo Eun-ha's memories, but it's gotta be a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dream.

Otherwise, something terrifying like the Divine Sword Unmatched worldview couldn't be reality.

So riding it out until I wake up? Not a bad deal.

"Using my abilities should make it easy enough."

The old me had been peak apathy.

Endless gripes about the world, dodging effort like the plague.

I flipped open the notebook on my desk and jotted down everything I knew about the character "Yoo Eun-ha."

Novel character or not, one thing was crystal clear: I wasn't weak.

Swordsmanship? Learned it from that "brother" guy before getting booted from this house. Body Enhancement floods the body with mana, skyrocketing physical stats for a set time. Performance varies, but most hunter cadets can pull it off.

Mana Manipulation? Power to wield mana—control, basically.

Shockingly, renowned scholar Kim Mu-ryeok claims you can even diet with it.

Sustained use boosts physical prowess too. Train under Body Enhancement afterward for gains, or so the author preached.

Anyway, this body's got all the fundamentals locked in.

Parallel Circuits: Structures brain or mana into parallel circuits. Deep overuse risks side effects.

Acceleration: Speeds up concepts, actions, and more.

Adaptation: Body attunes to gate hazards like toxins, ice fields, lava zones—building resistance.

Three unique abilities. Average awakeners get one.

Me? A whopping three. Sure, even combined, they crumple to protagonist Choi Si-woo's single Divine Sword.

Obvious, right?

Just filler abilities the author shoved in for worldbuilding.

Hence the sloppy explanations right before everything goes to hell.

Author admitted it: meant for villains that got scrapped, so dumped here instead.

"Gotta get accustomed to this body."

Oddly, weird memories aside, I was settling into Yoo Eun-ha like it was natural.

Curiosity hit.

What if I parallel-circuit my brain at full acceleration? Worldly enlightenment?

Unique ability, after all. Should bend to my will.

I layered Acceleration and Parallel Circuits onto my mind.

Instantly, thoughts multiplied, coexisting in chaos. Circuits spawned endless mental spaces, stuffing themselves full.

Crack!

"Ow, it hurts like hell!"

Enlightenment to the universe's secrets or what?

Memories and thoughts churned into a jumbled mess, finally sorting into neat text.

Yeah, no more of that lunacy.

Another drag. My overheated brain cooled, bloated mental voids deflating like sausage casings.

"Never on the head. Could legit turn me into an idiot."

Mana handling it is, then.

This world: master mana control, halt aging. Immortality lite—not invincible, though.

Unlike brain abuse, mana application? Pure cheat code.

Circuited my internal mana pool—surged in an instant.

Work out like this? Massive gains incoming.

Days flew by.

"...Cancel."

Before I knew it, I was sprawled starfish-style on the floor.

Should've thought it through. Not weak overall, but stamina? Pathetically low.

Time for some conditioning.

Stamina's the weak link, but the rest holds up.

"Better pack for departure."

This world felt familiar now, after a few days.

Slave-drone eyes or Yoo Eun-ha's—either way, I'd been a total well frog.

That guy. Nah, the other world. Other side mirrored this one, cataclysm history aside.

Culture, daily life—all near-identical.

"Haircut first."

Chopped it roughly. Just neatened the bangs—mirror reflected a stunning beauty.

Redid all my piercings too. Suited perfectly, zero qualms.

"They say the Divine Sword Awakener's enrolling this time?"

"Not just that—a pureblood elf too, right?"

"Heard Divine Sword's little sis is coming in too?"

Divine Sword Hero Choi Si-woo. Spirit Elf Reina. Divine Sword's sister—Yoo Eun-ha.

Choi Si-woo snagged his hero title on awakening alone. Pureblood elf heroine Reina masters Spirit Arrows. Divine Sword's sister? That's me.

Rumors already buzzing, locking in my "heroine" spot even more.

"Might as well go full irregular now."

Blazing Bat?