As for Forced Disarm, it was easy to understand: it had become Forced Equip.
In a sense, this was arguably stronger than the original version of disarming.
She made a mental note to see if she could eventually steal and play with the Hero’s holy light weapons that could be manifested out of thin air.
Sophie thought to herself.
From starting with attributes in the negative two hundreds and absolutely nothing to her name, she had now managed to accumulate a modest amount of wealth.
Sophie had put in countless amounts of sweat and effort to get here.
She now had a base of 15 attribute points in her normal state (thanks to the hat from her sister).
She had a savings of over 250 Gold Sun coins (thanks to the money bag from her sister).
She had a handy pouch of ritual materials (thanks to the material bag from her sister).
She had a defensive item capable of tanking high-tier attacks (the Oil-paper Umbrella from the Hero).
She had a stable source of healing (the Holy Light Irradiation from the Hero).
She had high-intensity mobility (being carried by the Hero while flying) and high-intensity launch capabilities (the coffin cannon discovered by her sister).
She had a perpetual motion strategy for her vampire skills (the Hero is responsible for being bitten, the Hero is responsible for healing, and the Hero is responsible for continuing the charge).
And she had two legendary-tier trump cards: [Call for Help from the Hero] and [Call for Help from the Puppet Witch].
Sophie carefully took stock of everything.
Excellent.
Aside from some strategic acceptance of external investments...
She had truly reached this point by relying on her own hard-earned strength.
...
Inside her inner world.
An emergency round table meeting was being held with great intensity.
At a massive black round table, three proportionally scaled-down chibi Sophies sat upright and still.
The main Sophie sat at the head of the table, her hands clasped under her chin, looking around with a serious expression.
To her left was Angel Sophie, with a pristine white halo above her head and wings on her back. To her right was Demon Sophie, wagging a heart-tipped tail with black horns on her head.
However, the main Sophie’s gaze remained fixed on the empty chair directly across from her.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
It remained completely empty; not even a faint silhouette appeared.
“Stop waiting,” Demon Sophie said, sprawling lazily across the table and poking the main Sophie’s cheek with the tip of her tail. “Primal Sophie isn't coming.”
Angel Sophie also let out a rare sigh, setting aside her usual compassionate expression for a look of world-weary realization. “She’s right. Haven’t you realized it yet? Since the last round table meeting, he only made a brief appearance. And now... you’ve completely accepted this girl’s body.”
The main Sophie froze.
What?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Could she really have gone through the “End of the Bro,” “Not-a-Bro,” “Dickless Hero,” “Heavenly Eunuch’s Blessing,” “Infertility Reincarnation,” “The Missing Bird,” “Farewell My Member,” “Chivalry of a Failed Dick,” “The Ding-Dong Gone,” “Man-is-Out,” “Stray Birds,” “Glans Slayer,” “Where’s My Wood Going,” “Dickless Identity,” “The Pursuit of No-Balls,” “Hajime: The Stolen Junk,” “Attack on No-Titan,” “Ball-ganronpa,” and “You’re So Gone” phases?
Even if her physiology had changed, in her heart, she was still—
“Think about the Hero,” Angel Sophie said, fiddling with her wings. “With what kind of mindset did you feel so comfortable hugging her to sleep?”
Main Sophie: “...”
“In that case, let us observe three seconds of silence for Primal Sophie.”
Main Sophie let out a deep sigh.
“Fine. Let’s begin today’s agenda.”
She tapped her finger on the table, and a light screen expanded above the round table.
【General Solution for Resolving Miaoyue’s Trauma, Blackening, and Regret】
“This is our most pressing and lethal problem right now,” the main Sophie said, tapping on the board. “Solitude is already suffering deeply because of it. Since we caused it, we naturally have to be the ones to solve it.”
“What’s so hard about that?” Demon Sophie raised her hand lazily. “Just fly straight up to the moon, resurrect right in front of Miaoyue, and shout: ‘Little Yue, Teacher is back in one piece!’ She’ll be so happy to see you alive that she won't know what to do. The trauma and blackening will vanish on the spot.”
“Regarding that, I need to add a reference case for how trauma changes after our ‘resurrection’—Chengzhong Dino,” Sophie said.
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