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Four days passed in the blink of an eye with Adam's new routine. Waking up, training, and finally meditating to organize the massive accumulation of information in his mind.
He didn't waste a single minute of his day, taking time to relax only during breaks between training sessions.
His body, recovering at a good pace, showed improved skin tone, which only served to enhance his charm.
He was improving rapidly, which was an excellent sign. The faster he brought his body to its peak, the sooner he could intensify his training. Needless to say, he was eager to surpass the previous limits that had always kept him stagnant.
Gods? Demons? Fallen angels?
As arrogant as it might sound, he made a promise to himself.
When he could finally sit comfortably and declare his training complete, none of them would be a threat. He would leave no doubt about that.
'My soldier mindset is slipping through,' he thought with a small smile, shaking his head to dispel such thoughts. Turning to the river he often watched during his breaks, he let out a breath.
Periodically, his eyes shifted from the river to the sidewalk, observing people coming and going. With little to do during his rest period, he decided to watch the routines of those walking by.
That was when he noticed something quite interesting, something that seemed to change his perspective on the world he lived in.
'I'm in an anime world, aren't I?'
Reincarnation and transmigration into fictional worlds weren't unfamiliar concepts to him. During his time as a soldier, he had watched some works exploring such genres.
Besides, he was a perfect example of it! Although he wasn't precisely a reincarnator or transmigrant, his personality was predominantly dominated by the soldier side of Adam, as the original Adam of this world had become a blank slate after isolating himself completely.
The fusion of both essences resulted in a completely new Adam. He wasn't sure what to call it, but it felt similar to both scenarios.
Anyway, what led him to conclude that he was in a world that should be fictional?
"..." His eyes followed a beautiful girl, her black hair reaching her back swaying in the wind as she walked with a sharp yet charming expression.
A person—that's what led him to this conclusion.
'Akira Tachibana.' After organizing his memories, it became easy to recall this girl's face, even though he had only seen her previously in an anime. 'It's her, isn't it?'
Akira Tachibana was the protagonist of an anime Adam had watched at some point in his life while in the army, After the Rain, a romantic story about Tachibana falling in love with the manager of a restaurant where she worked part-time.
Of course, he could be mistaken, but he doubted he could confuse the beauty of this girl.
'This isn't a simple world, then,' he realized. In After the Rain, there was nothing indicating the existence of gods or demons—at least, nothing was explicitly shown. 'A mixture, then? Like those fan-written stories…'
He held his chin thoughtfully, still following Akira with his eyes, watching her disappear into the crowd.
"Ah, it was a great work..." he murmured, reminiscing on the details.
He relaxed on the bench where he sat, his eyes returning to the river. 'Well, there are already literal demons and gods; it can't get worse…'
"..."
His face was impassive, but even though he maintained his composure, he couldn't prevent the sudden discomfort that hit him.
'I take that back.'
Turning his head slowly, his eyes fell on the source of his unease—the same braided-haired girl from days before.
'It can get worse…'
The girl attempted to hide behind a tree, but her clumsy manner made it impossible to stay out of sight, especially as she kept peeking at him, only to find him still watching her.
That girl… After organizing his memories, he finally recalled where he knew her from.
And it wasn't a pleasant memory.
'Saki Yoshida.' The name surfaced, bringing a dark memory before he quickly pushed it away. 'Poor girl.'
This girl was part of an adult manga, something widely consumed even in this new world. Metamorphosis was the name of the godforsaken work, a manga detailing Saki's descent—a girl with a high degree of self-deprecation, easily manipulated, turned into a drug-addicted nymphomaniac by her boyfriend, who used her as a sex doll.
'What a mess.' His attention shifted to the sky, eyes closing as he pushed away memories of grotesque moments.
He hadn't liked that work. He had read it out of curiosity and ended up regretting it.
What a sad life that girl had... or, at least, was destined to have.
His eyes returned to the tree where Saki was trying, and failing, to hide.
'She seems to have taken an interest in me…' he thought.
Whenever he rested at this time, Saki would observe him from afar. It seemed to be her route home, and upon seeing him there—a man so striking—even someone as reclusive as her couldn't help but be captivated by his stunning beauty.
'...Did I inherit this narcissism from God?' he wondered, clearly confused by this newfound appreciation for his own appearance, which he didn't recall having in either of his two essences. 'Weird.'
Either way, Saki seemed to have developed an interest in him, which, considering her personality, wasn't hard to believe.
She seemed to stop and watch him every time he was resting, and from what Adam noticed, she even waited for him when he was late.
It was, in a way… unsettling.
But that wasn't enough to intimidate him. In fact, he even found her behavior amusing whenever he noticed her presence.
'Alright, since I have nothing else to do, it won't hurt to change this girl's destiny.' He thought with satisfaction.
Canon? Destiny? Adam doubted he was bound by those. After all, the one who once controlled his steps was now dead. What should he fear in saving a fragile girl?
If any god had complaints about that, they could take it up with him…
As long as they waited a few months for it… or years.
"..."
Breaking the moment with a sigh, he stood up from the bench.
He couldn't see it, but he had the feeling Saki seemed disheartened, perhaps realizing he was leaving.
This brought a small smile to his face. 'How cute.'
Imagining such a cute girl enduring what she had to endure… It weighed on his shoulders.
As the first human, he could be considered the kindest and most benevolent, having once been free of sin. Even when blinded by vengeance, he still took the time to help those in need.
He may have failed in many things, but this—this he couldn't deny.
That's why indignation filled his chest when he thought of this girl being destined for such a miserable future.
'What's wrong with a father wanting a better future for his children?' he thought kindly, and taking a step forward, he began to walk away. 'I don't need a reason to do this.'
"..."
Saki, who had been watching him leave, felt lost. Her small lips pressed into a sad expression, clearly disappointed to see him go.
"I couldn't talk to him… again." She murmured in a defeated tone, her head lowering as she sighed in disappointment with herself. "Maybe… maybe next time I'll manage…"
She moved away from the tree, beginning her walk home with an aura of sadness hanging around her. "Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll definitely do it…"
She spoke with a small spark of determination, even though her mind told her she would likely fail once more.
"..."
Continuing at a steady pace to get home quickly, Saki didn't notice when she passed by a tree, where Adam's blue eyes opened to reveal that he had only moved far enough to trick her.
And Saki, completely unaware, continued her path as Adam followed her with perfect ease.
"Maybe I should ask Mom to teach me about makeup…" she murmured.
And Adam, not far behind, narrowed his eyes as he heard her, a certain urgency rising as he realized the implications of her words.
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