The Reincarnated Transcendent Wants to Fill the Hole in Their Chest - Episode 5: The Day It Was Achieved

Episode 5: The Day It Was Achieved

“Konoe, congratulations.”

“…Thank you, very much.”

At that moment, there wasn’t much joy in Konoe’s heart.

There was a sense of emptiness, and a doubt — Is this really happening?

— Twenty-five years. Including the time back in Japan, it was roughly half his life.

Those born with gifted blessings usually became Adepts in about ten years at the fastest. Konoe was one of the slowest.

A long, long journey. None of those who entered the academy with him remained.

There were about a hundred of them. Around fifteen and ten years ago, one person each became an Adept. All the rest gave up.

“This is the Adept’s coat, the proof. But as you know, there’s no obligation to wear it. You can wear it, or throw it away. Do as you like.”

“…Yes.”

The instructor handed him a pure white coat.

The same instructor who had invited Konoe to the academy twenty-five years ago. Standing there just like back then, but this coat wasn’t there at the time.

Thinking that made it feel a little more real.

He had heard that not many wore the Adept’s coat. Still, it was certainly a symbol of being an Adept.

“…”

He remembered the long days up to now.

Why had he pushed himself this far?

What came to mind was God.

Every time he was about to give up, God brewed tea for him. Acknowledged him. Watched over him. For years and years, always.

—During Konoe’s final test the other day, God watched from a distance.

Watching over Konoe as he challenged the exam. And when it was over, God clapped with wide applause. There were tears in her eyes. It reached Konoe. Konoe almost cried, too.

…Even without words, she was congratulating him.

…Konoe is grateful.

To God’s kindness. To the mercy that even reached someone like him.

“…”

He looked down at the Adept’s coat in his hands.

There was the emblem of the white-winged cross, symbolizing God.

So, Konoe put on the coat and fastened all the clasps from neck to waist.

“You’re choosing to wear it, huh. That, too, is your freedom. Adept are granted far more freedom than others, as long as they do not go against the mission given by God. And Konoe, from today, you are the 9,120th Adept.”

“…Yes.”

“From now on, you can do whatever you want. 

Use your life magic to heal the sick.

Become an adventurer and explore dungeons.

Fight the evil gods, earn glory, and rise to nobility.

Or like you once said… create a harem.”

“…Yes.”

“…Well, that said, most people can’t live freely because of noble family obligations or religious restrictions. But you’re from another world. You have none of that. …You might be the most free Adept in this entire world.”

The instructor laughed, “Ahaha,” then looked at Konoe with a slightly envious gaze.

Konoe didn’t know how to respond to that and kept quiet.

“…Heh, sorry. That was unnecessary. Let’s wrap things up. Lastly, take this.”

“…? What is this?”

“That’s a rate sheet. You could say it’s a basic price list for requesting work from an Adept.”

Konoe looked at the paper he was handed.

It said things like ‘Curing terminal illness: Half a gold coin’,

‘Escort (30 days): 2,000 gold coins’,

‘Staying in a miasma-contaminated city (30 days): 1,000 gold coins’, etc.

Konoe wasn’t very familiar with financial values.

Since coming to this world, he’d spent almost all of his time training.

But he had heard that a single gold coin could support a whole family in the capital for a month.

…Indeed. That’s quite a way to earn.

Even building a slave harem would be easy.

“Ah, just to remind you — you’re free. You don’t have to follow those rates. You can offer treatment for free or charge ten times the price. That’s what it means to be an Adept.”

“…Yes.”

“Though, well… hmm, no, I’ll stop here. From this point on, it’s best you decide with your own eyes.”

“…? Yes.”

The instructor made a meaningful face… and Konoe looked at her with suspicion.

But the instructor turned her gaze elsewhere — toward a certain gate.

It was the main gate of the academy.

Much larger than a person, usually closed. It was only opened when a new Adept was born.

“Now, go.

Live as you like.

Fulfill your desires.

You’ve accomplished your goal.

So, there’s only one duty left for you to fulfill.

—To fight the evil god and his minions.

To protect the innocent from evil.

That is the only obligation placed on an Adept.”

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As he walked toward the gate, Konoe thought:

The time had finally come to achieve his goal.

To build a slave harem.

Give them love potions.

Then, do whatever he pleased.

Surround himself with beautiful girls and women, doing all the erotic things he could imagine.

If he worked just a little and earned just enough money, it could come true quickly.

Healing terminal illnesses alone earned half a gold coin.

Only Adepts could cure the illnesses that overflowed from dungeons — that price was exorbitant.

With some work, he could buy a few slaves and still have plenty left over.

—In other words, Konoe’s goal was practically already achieved.

The ideal he once dreamed of.

This time, not alone. But with someone.

“….”

“Adept-sama, are you heading out?”

“…Ah, yes, please.”

As he was thinking, he had already arrived at the gate.

He nodded to the guards on either side. And the chains started to move.

A massive door, more than ten meters tall, began opening with a thunderous rumble.

“…”

The movement was slow. It would take time to fully open.

So Konoe turned away from the gate and looked back.

There was the academy where he had spent half his life.

The training grounds.

The dorms.

The cafeteria.

And at the top floor—

“—Ah.”

Konoe noticed. A room on the highest floor.

He could see God in the window.

It was a small window several kilometers away. But his magically enhanced eyesight saw clearly.

God was doing something near the window.

—And suddenly, their eyes met.

God looked surprised and widened her eyes.

Then smiled gently at Konoe.

Even waved softly.

…It felt like she was saying “Have a good journey.”

Konoe also smiled.

Waved back without thinking.

And then felt a little embarrassed at himself.

“…I’m heading out.”

He whispered quietly, facing forward again.

Feeling the warmth in his cheeks, he covered his mouth with his hand.

…And then, just a little.

…He wondered: What kind of face would God make if she found out Konoe was about to make a harem of drugged s3x slaves?

“…..…”

He shook his head.

Don’t think about it.

It was too late now.

After twenty-five years, there was no turning back.

“—”

A great rumble echoed around.

The doors were fully open.

Konoe took a step forward.

Then two, three more.

Heading toward the gate.

Beyond the gate was a grand city.

The capital’s scenery.

Shops and houses crowded together.

So many people walking the streets.

Konoe thought — I’m going to enjoy life in this city now.

“—Hmm?”

As he passed under the thick gate, something felt off.

Konoe knew this:

The Adept academy was built high above the capital.

Beyond the gate was a long, steep staircase downward.

He remembered how dreadful it had felt climbing it the first time.

And now—

(…There’s a presence? Not just one or two.)

Not ten or twenty.

Even more than that.

He didn’t notice earlier because they were part of the city.

(…What is this? A festival? On the stairs?)

Thinking that, Konoe stepped through the massive gate.

And from the top of the staircase, he looked down.

“…Huh?”

There were people.

So many people, overflowing from the giant stairs.

And every one of them was looking at Konoe.

Their eyes wide — wide and staring.

—Voices could be heard.

“It’s an Adept.”

“A new Adept.”

“Help us.”

“Adept-sama.”

“Save us.”

“Please.”

“Adept-sama.”

“Oh God.”

“My home.”

“My family.”

“Please save us.”

“Adept-sama.”

“White-winged cross…”

“Adept-sama, help.”

“Plague…”

“Please, please.”

“Adept-sama.”

“Please save us.”

“Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Please save us. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Please. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Adept-sama. Please, please, please—”

“”””“――Adept-sama, please, save us all.”””””

—There were people there.

People pleading for salvation.