"So your job is to deliver me alive to your master? Is that it?" I ask the guy, who just snips at me with a short but concise "Yes." OK, so this guy has to keep me alive and also deliver me to his master, who somehow has a cellphone in a fantasy world and is looking to replicate my anti-magic.

  I am more concerned about anti-magic, to be honest. From what I've been hearing from them, they think I have some sort of device or spell I am using to have anti-magical powers, but that's far from the truth. In reality, I have no control over the goddess's curse.

  I don't know what the limits of the anti-magical barrier are. I don't know how quickly it might regenerate or how it even works. I just know I have it and that it can deflect a lot of magic attacks at once. Except for physical slave crests, it can also deflect magically induced ones.

  There it is again; why are physically applied slave crests fine, but magically cast ones are not? What could all of that mean!? Am I too stupid to figure it out, or is the mystery just too tangled to find the truth yet? I have a feeling I have all those leads for a reason, but I can't find it.

  "Well, since my life is always tied to yours, I think it's fair that you tell me your name so I stop calling you 'weird guy.' So what's your name?" I was just trying not to die of boredom at this point since walking in the forest without saying a word was harder than it looked. I mean, at least on my own, I could deviate a little, but under this tyrant, I just got yanked by him.

  "Ugh, you're so annoying. I am Martigan now; shut up before I muzzle you." Martigan looks at me with a dead serious look, which I quickly take to heart. Damn, what a douchebag! Don't you see I have a tale to tell!? Can't you give me some easy dialogue story progression like most light novels!? Damn it!

  Well, OK, I'll just figure out how not to die of boredom in silence, I suppose, since evil man Martigan just gave me an ultimatum. Thankfully, my clothes were somewhat dry, and the weather had shifted dramatically from the insanely cold temperatures of the Empire Wall.

  Man, it's felt like I've been traveling downhill for decades, and I still have more to decend, not to mention that everything is still incredibly cold, at least cold enough for light snow and pine trees to be around. On the way downhill along the river path, there were a couple of monsters and stuff, but most of them steered clear at the sight of Martigan.

  Damn, was it because he was wearing armor or because he wasn't bite-size like me?! I suppose humans and other humanoids always hunt down monsters in this world, but that only makes it more chilling. I suppose, in their eyes, preying on the young, weakling humanoids makes sense.

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  Thinking about all the shit I've seen just makes me even sicker to my stomach as my consciousness reminds me I've abandoned a little boy in the woods all by himself. I mean, it's possible some imperial soldier took him into custody, but I doubt it. Besides, even if he gets away with his weakness, Chimaru will probably die.

  I better just stop thinking about it; he chose to follow me. I didn't force him to come with me, alright? Look! I am not an evil person, but I am not a hero, okay? You can totally forget about me going back uphill just to look for that little kid and make sure he is alright.

  I mean, what the hell am I? Mother Teressa!? No! I am fighting for basic survival here; if I had spare time and resources, sure, maybe I would look out for Chimaru, but I am on a tight schedule and with dwindling supplies; if it weren't for Martigan, I would've died, so that tells you, all you have to know!

  Man, when did I become this emotional? Why am I trying to explain my bad deeds like I am guilty of doing a bad thing!? I know for a fact that previous old me would've never felt bad for doing such a thing, but I feel incredibly guilty now that I've reincarnated in this world.

  Could the theory of mentality shift be true? Your perspective and moral compass change depending on your sex. From what I've experienced, I would say yes, but my feelings could also be attributed to a bad reincarnation or just the horrible stuff I've seen.

  There's still a high chance I am already suffering from some sort of PTSD, so who knew? I know one thing for sure: if I ever reincarnate as a guy, I will never ever make a girl feel violated. Life was pretty brutal in the past; I learned the true pain of what rape victims mean when they say they can't trust men afterward, you just can't.

  Luckily for me, I am incredibly resilient, and Buster also came into my life to shift my perspective of men right on queue, but if he weren't there, I would've become a male-hating gal, no doubt about it. It was a guy who killed my new mother, and it was a guy who ordered my assassination. So far, it's all been guys!

  Ugh! Enough of that; at least I got a valuable lesson and a perspective I will never experience again, I hope, and I also got to see the worst in people while also learning that you should never consume this world's drugs because the moment you do, you're screwed.

  I still don't know what the hell I was smoking and consuming in that brothel place, but it was so strong I have vague memories of my perverse actions afterward. The drugs were so potent they made me into a whole different person, and I couldn't stop using them even though I wanted to.

  If I ever get the chance to not only survive and live, I have the mission to destroy as many of these illegal brothels as possible. If there are any in this kingdom, I can start with those for sure, but that's far away in the future. As things stood now, I barely had anything to work with.

  My only choices were to try and escape Martigan or end up as a testing subject for what I assume is another reincarnation or someone who is super bright and mad. I'd rather not become someone's toy again, so I'll start looking for openings to escape Martigan's custody, but he isn't making it easy!