The Tutorial Is Too Hard

I felt anxious.

The inability to hear the state's voice posed numerous potential risks.

As the governor said, I may have descended too deep into the consciousness.

If not, he may have simply stopped talking.

Either way, it's extremely dangerous.

No, the latter is much more dangerous.

I am in a position to die if the Lord wills it so.

Fortunately, after a while, my body... No, my consciousness was fine.

I was simply convinced that my consciousness was so deep that I could not hear the Lord's voice.

Since then, I have focused again on the flow of thinking.

When the Lord spoke to me and woke me up, I felt a similar sensation to falling asleep.

Assuming the situation is similar now, the way to get the consciousness up there is to accelerate the flow of thinking and wake up.

Let's focus as hard as we can, fast as we can, on a lot of ideas.

I'm constantly thinking and thinking.

I don't know if this is the right way.

In fact, I'm not sure about my condition either.

But let's try it first. Well, what can I do?

* * *

One day, I remembered an SF movie.

There was a scene where the ship that was connecting astronauts with the ship was cut off by an accident, and the astronaut became Mia in the middle of space.

I think my position is similar to that of the astronaut.

If there's one thing that's better, it's that this trial is going to end someday.

Damn it.

The world of numbness soon became an infinite world.

In a world where nothing existed, only my accident existed.

I needed something.

I needed something to support my mind.

I focused thinking on my body.

On my body that I don't feel.

I thought of the contours of my body that I didn't see or feel by myself.

I painted my existence on a dark drawing unfolding over the world of insensitivity.

In fact, it was a picture close to imagination.

I can't feel, where are my hands, where are my legs, how do I know what I look like?

Even the painting kept changing.

Sometimes I felt like I was lying down, sometimes I was sitting down.

It was also a meaningless effort.

Is there anything more meaningless than struggling to feel something you don't feel?

But I couldn't stop.

I was so curious as to what state my body was in.

I wanted to feel the feeling in my body a little bit.

The obsessive obsession driven by anxiety focused on the expected state of my body, like a fiction that did not exist.

* * *

I continued thinking about my body's condition.

How long have I been doing this?

The expected state of the body, which was constantly changing, is now a fixed shape.

In fact, it was a fictional character.

Like the characters in your account that appear on your Internet mini homepage, it expresses you in a virtual way.

My body was lying flat.

A little drool is a blemish, but there doesn't seem to be a big problem.

His hands were on the boat, and his legs were stretched out as human beings.

A fantasy made up of imagination... so realistic.

Is this really a fiction? Maybe not? In the absence of sensation, it may have been successful in detecting it over a long period of time with superhuman focus. Is it really just a fiction that I imagined? No, then what is a body other than fiction? What the hell is this? A body, not fiction, is just a body that I have. I just don't feel it. No, no, no, no. That's not what I meant...

I came up with a lot of questions without any logic, and a lot of answers.

Suddenly, my mind was divided into two and more, repeating questions and answers.

Time passed, time passed, and time passed.

[Psychological contamination immunity acquired.]

* * *

[Speaking of which, we need to improve our temple's breakfast menu a bit.]

Suddenly, I heard the voice of the Lord.

And that was the end.

I didn't hear the next word.

What the hell?

* * *

Suddenly, my body began to move.

The body of a fiction that my thinking draws to reduce anxiety, not a physical body that I can't feel.

I concluded that the body of fiction is literally fiction.

It's just a figment of my imagination.

My imaginary body moves created by my accident.

I raised my hand, touched my face, and rubbed my arms and legs.

It moves well.

And I feel it.

Holy shit.

It's hallucinations, hallucinations, hallucinations.

I can't imagine creating such a realistic sensation.

I'm not usually crazy.

This body, made based on my imagination, was named the body of thought.

Sitting with the body of an accident, I started meditating again.

Even if this was a false body made up of my delusions, this body made me feel better.

It feels like a huge wooden plank was given to a man who was thrown barefoot into the Observatory.

I'm willing anyway.

[Meditation acquired.]

* * *

[I personally like chicken. I don't think it's right to insist on vegetarianism.]

I heard the voice of the Lord again.

I realized that.

The flow of time is going crazy.

The Lord did not stop talking, nor did I lock myself in consciousness.

It's just that time is flowing slowly, extremely slowly.

In other words, my accident has accelerated to a degree or higher.

So, as long as I finish thinking for hours and days, it only lasts for a short time.

As I thought, it took me more than a few days to hear the next words of the Lord.

[I think the beauty of chicken cuisine is chicken sticks. How do you like it?]

Damn it.

In order to survive the 48 hours that were the conditions of the trials, how long do I have to be locked up in this accident prison?

* * *

I finally got over it!

48 hours later, it doesn't mean the trial is over.

I was able to endure endless uselessness and anxiety in this crazy space.

It's just, I understand all this pain.

I'm working on immunity now.

It's about enduring pain.

I felt comfortable thinking about it.

Hahahaha.

I'm fucking working right now.

I continued to gaze in a world where only my thoughts and imaginary bodies were left.

* * *

[Look, this inflexible sudden death brought me potatoes again. It still looks delicious. I'm sorry, but you're in no condition to eat, so I'll eat alone.]

Second meal of the week.

How many meals a day do I get to eat?

I wish I could eat only once a day.

Then it's been almost two days.

But if you eat three meals a day... it means it's not even a day yet.

I prayed earnestly for the Lord to give me news.

* * *

It's strange.

Magic doesn't gather.

I've used up all my magic, but I think I'll be able to recover it over time.

Where did the magic go?

Has it been so long since the trials started, not even a handful of magical powers have recovered?

That can't be right.

No matter how time-sensitive it is, it's been like this for months, damn it, it's too much.

[If you eat potatoes, they're delicious.]

You shut up!

* * *

I am now fully aware of the body of the thought.

He recognizes the facial features, arms and legs, and limbs.

Is this really the illusion that my accident created?

I don't believe it.

Then, what is the actual body?

What's the difference?

I have everything I need to have the body of this accident.

This is how I feel.

You turn the Magical Power circuit to the body of the accident.

There was no magic in the body of the accident.

But I turned around.

Along the path of the magical circuit, the body was continuously tuned.

Anyway, I've done enough about my inner self.

I'm sick and tired of reminiscing about my past.

The head was emptied and the consciousness moved along the path of the magical circuit.

[Magic Circuit obtained.]

I found my magic.

I stumbled upon it.

It's not magic that has been hidden anywhere.

It was part of the magical power that was automatically restored over time, which I had previously thought of.

Surprisingly, this magic was being used to recognize the body of an accident I didn't even know existed.

Fortunately, a small amount of magical power remained.

I wanted to check my body with this little remaining magical power.

If possible, I wanted to check on the situation and the attention in this room.

However, I couldn't just waste my magic like this.

Magic power was circulated through the magical circuit.

Originally, all the senses are paralyzed and unable to perceive the path of the magical circuit.

And if there is a mistake in the path of magical power, it is very dangerous to circulate magical power in the body indefinitely, as it can burst into power.

The body of the accident helped.

The body of an accident that I imagined, modeled after my body that I couldn't feel.

Based on the body of the thought, even the path of the magical circuit, I circulated the magical force.

Without creating the body of an accident, it would not have been possible to turn the magic in the body.

Rather than circulating the remaining magical power since the trials began, it is also a reason for choosing to save.

I rolled my magic calmly.

Little by little, little by little.

To prevent this small amount of magic from disappearing accidentally.

Carefully.

I restrained my desire to look at my body and surroundings, and focused on calling out a little bit of magic.

[Sweet potatoes this time. I like potatoes more than sweet potatoes.]

* * *

I've finally gathered enough magical power.

Finally, finally!

Prior to spreading the magic, I moved the body of the accident and sat on the side of the stool.

You need to focus.

Magic power dissipates rapidly in this space.

It won't be long before this magical power has completely disappeared.

Gather as much information as you can during that short period of time.

I made up my mind and spread my magic.

The first thing that was detected by magic was my body.

My body was sitting on a diaphragm.

The look of me twisting my diaphragm like the body of an accident shocked me.

Is that really what I'm doing?

So the body of the accident wasn't an illusion?

In an insensitive space where I felt nothing, I kept guessing, imagining, and contouring my body.

I believed that the body that was drawn like that would eventually be a fiction, so I named it the body of an accident.

But it was no illusion.

I drew the right answer.

I recognized my body accurately in this space where I could feel nothing.

I spread my magic further before clearing my mind.

You have to postpone your concerns later.

Now we must concentrate on the magical forces that have already been dispatched, and detect as much as possible.

I detected the state sitting in the center of the room.

Thankfully, he was not moving.

The magic spread farther.

It spread to the entrance and exit doors of room 33 and beyond.

The magic spread to room 32.

I've detected a monk lying in the center of room 32.

I've got eyes on room 31, room 30.

We also detected a monk in room 25.

The magic spreads and spreads, eventually entering the stage, all the way to room one.

I'm embarrassed.

My horsepower amount and my horsepower level can never detect this range.

It was impossible.

I told him I had been watching him with magic since the beginning of the temple.

Perhaps this phenomenon has something to do with the state's ability.

[You gained breath.]

[Holy Power Resistance acquired.]

[God of slowness is pleased.]

[The god of duel grunts.]

[We're almost there. Hang in there, challenger.]

* * *

[Psychological Contamination Immunity Lv.3 has been obtained.]

[Meditation Lv.11 has been obtained.]

[Magic Circuit Lv.15.]

[Common Flame Lv.1 has been obtained.]

[Holy Resistance Lv.1.]

After spreading magical power widely and detecting the entire temple, the sense of time had recovered a little.

In a sense, the sound of the state's words is heard once a minute.

[Good work. The first trial is over, challenger.]

Is it really over?

[Yes, isn't it realistic?]

It doesn't fly.

He will, and I still can't see, hear, or feel anything.

Well, there's something else, though.

[After the first trial, some of the effects in this room disappeared.]

For example, the acceleration of accidents.

Increased focus.

Time sense paralysis.

Things like that?

[That's right, you know.]

It's a test that drives people crazy. You don't need to put all that stuff in there.

As a party who just went through the trials, the strengthening of thinking and concentration really felt like a disaster.

The accident accelerated too much, so the flow of time did not follow the speed of my accident.

As a result, I was trapped in my accident.

To be honest, I was scared.

I don't think I'll ever get out of a prison of accidents.

[Actually, in your case, it was particularly severe. It doesn't look like the heart of a Duelling God... Hmm. But don't those effects make you feel better?]

I definitely got something.

But I don't want to do it again.

There will be more people who will die of madness than those who see it.

[Hahaha. Actually, it is.]

What are you laughing at...?

[Challenger, I strongly recommend you challenge immediately to a second trial. We're running out of time.]

What do you mean, there's no time?

[You may not feel it, but your body is dying from the aftermath of excessive thinking and concentration.]