In Another World with Absolute Awareness

Bliekon whirled around in shock, only to find that there was no one there. The shadow cast by her own two feet, however, had grown a shade darker.

"You...! Show yourself, you coward!"

All of her puppets were rushing back. It would take at least two minutes before the nearest combat-capable one returned.

But there were still others around.

—Crack! Boom!

A puppet crashed through the wall beside her room, dressed in a maid outfit and carrying a thin longsword.

It was Chilea, her personal maid.

Unfortunately... there was truly no one there.

Even with Chilea activating all the enchantments imbued into her body, there was no sign of the enemy.

Bliekon suddenly felt dizzy. The sudden rise of her heightened senses to the sudden relaxation upon realizing that there truly was no foe standing beside her had nearly made a mess of her emotional circuit.

"Damned human!"

Though Bliekon hadn’t seen him beside her, she was certain that this was all that human’s doing. The darkening shadows and the screaming winds were all an extension of his abilities.

’Is it like puppetry but for the elements?’

Bliekon could understand his methods through her own unique worldview. That human’s usage of the wind and shadows was nothing like the Magic Spells she knew of.

"Tsk,"

In the end, she mimicked human habits and clicked her tongue. The clack of pearly white teeth, taken from a rare High Human, then resounded from her jaw.

She gritted her teeth, not wanting to relent.

Unfortunately, the human had disappeared from her detection range. She could not give chase without increasing the risk of being discovered by people who coveted her body’s materials.

She had to lay low.

...And investigate using the information she already had.

One of her puppets immediately bought some ink, a quill, and many stacks of paper. Then it met up with another group of puppets, and they all began drawing.

Using this image, they could slowly ask around and gather information.

The human’s habits, friends, and routine.

His connections, home, and workplace.

Everything she needed to make him one of her own.

Then...

Once the human let down his guard, Bliekon would strike.

For now, she would stay patient and rein in her anger. This body of hers was already hungry.

It was time to cook some lunch.

** *

Aventine sat cross-legged several miles away, at a cafe run by elves, sipping tea. Bliekon never left his sight as he watched her from afar.

There was an odd dissonance in her movements, like a machine trying its best to mimic organic movement.

Some of the organs and body parts Bliekon had stolen from other species clashed in an unseen way.

’What a grotesquely beautiful organism,’

Aventine’s eyes glimmered. Technically, Bliekon was a sentient doll, animated through darkness-attributed mana that had enslaved a powerful soul.

Thus, she was also an artifact.

’Since she wants to add me to her collection, perhaps I can attempt the same.’

The only difficulty was that Bliekon was, in some sense, on par with the <Wyrm With No Name>. Defeating her and turning her into an obedient artifact was a lot harder than sealing a worm in a sword.

’It’s not her strength, but her adaptive and slippery abilities.’

After excavating the <Wyrm With No Name’s> memories, he vaguely knew what Bliekon was capable of. Specifically, the instantaneous movement of her soul along any Spirit Threads, allowing her to possess any kind of object or living being she had ensnared.

She could become a sword, a rock, or even a building if she wanted.

The only reason she had a ’main body’ was because it housed the most precious materials she owned, amplifying her strength in many ways.

Bliekon would therefore be beyond his abilities unless he specifically manufactured a set of techniques to sever all of her Spirit Threads at once.

’And... I don’t really have time for that.’

What Aventine wanted to do was continue his research. He was very close to completing the Psychic Technique he needed to augment his memory and brain capacity.

Once that was complete, he could also use <Psychokinesis>, which was a direct result of the Psychic Technique he was developing, which he named <Mind Force>.

Because he was so close to completing one of his objectives in research, he decided against scheming against Bliekon.

More than that...

The unsettling feeling in his stomach always grew when he was near the old Spindeiron. It felt as if he would become entangled with dangerous events if he interacted with her too much.

’I suspect that someone is plotting against Hau’goth and his territory, or perhaps against the Soulless City of Grakkis as a whole.’

And the way they were doing so was completely in line with the Game of Walvaskaz.

’Using Bliekon, do they want to manipulate <Fate’s> threads?’

Despite using [Absolute Awareness], the overload of information made it difficult to pinpoint the answers he was looking for. Too many threads were tangled, concealing what loomed beneath.

At this point, Aventine suspected the existence of another <Absolute>, barring his attempts to find out the truth. Whether it was a gift like his or a <Trait>, he wasn’t sure.

All he knew was that he was having a particularly hard time with <Fate> in particular. Everything else was only a matter of how much mana he had to expend.

Of course, the other explanation was simpler:

His mind was still horribly insufficient to parse through all the information that [Absolute Awareness] could access.

’Soon, I’ll be able to figure out which it is.’

After all, Aventine just had to continue getting stronger in Mind, Physique, and Spirit. As long as his abilities continued to rise, these realities would reveal themselves to him.

Thus.

[Power of the Sea].

Manipulating ink, he ’wrote’ a report that the golden-furred Minotaur would surely find satisfactory. When he finished, however, he squinted.

’Bliekon is trying to look for me? Using an old-fashioned way of questioning people?’

Amused, Aventine hid himself using the <Power of Death> and flew through the air, staying far away from the airspace dominated by the local Dragons. Silver coins were all that had been left of his presence in the quaint elven cafe.

As his senses pierced through specific places, he observed the Spindeiron’s puppets without ruffling her threads.

Seeing her so delicately navigating over a hundred conversations, he felt newfound respect.

As well as some mild annoyance.

’Is this what it’s like to have a crazy neighbor?’

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