I'm not going to be an Spirit! (Translate)

Fifteen minutes later…

After using her item cards and preparing for survival in this world, Nia Honjo followed the implanted memories and led Nibelcole to their new "home."

The Tokyo area was divided into three districts:

Peripheral areas

Outer areas

Central areas

The closer to the center, the higher the rent—but also, the safer the environment.

As a poor manga artist, Nia Honjo obviously could not afford the central district.

Following the memories in her head, she eventually arrived in the outer district.

Standing before her was a church—an abandoned one, surrounded by several rundown apartments.

Seeing it, the corners of Nia Honjo's mouth twitched.

"So, from a fake nun, I've actually become a real nun? Even the place where I live is a church now?"

This was a typical Catholic church, but unlike grand cathedrals, this one was small and could only accommodate fifty people at most.

It looked worn-out and neglected, with none of the sacred grandeur it once had.

And the reason?

No one believed in religion anymore.

As new memory fragments surfaced in her mind, Nia Honjo came to understand the situation.

This church had been abandoned long ago.

With the world in ruins, even the most devout priests and nuns had lost faith and returned to civilian life.

After all, the so-called gods never came to save them.

In such a world, there was no reason to believe in divinity anymore.

Fanatics who once preached that the Gastrea disaster was "God's punishment" had been beaten to death by angry mobs.

Governments across the world had seized power, suppressing religious organizations to prevent mass uprisings.

As a result, most major religions had faded into history.

This church, being far from the central district and occupying a small space, had simply been left untouched rather than demolished.

Eventually, it became Nia Honjo's home.

Casually, she lifted a flower pot beside the front door, revealing a hidden key underneath.

She used it to unlock the door.

Inside, the church had been completely remodeled.

The pews and statues of Jesus were nowhere to be seen.

The place no longer had a sacred and solemn atmosphere—

Instead, it reeked of everyday life.

Though this was technically her first day in this world, the implanted memories made it feel as if she had lived here for years.

Everything around her felt familiar and comfortable.

"Mom, what's for dinner?"

Nibelcole's relaxed tone made her sound completely at home.

"You still haven't finished the potatoes you bought last month when they were on sale, right? How about making shredded potatoes and eating them with yesterday's leftovers?"

Nibelcole asked cheerfully.

As a system-created Sub-Spirit, Nibelcole had also received a fabricated life in this world—just like Nia.

According to their new memories, they had been living together for a long time, their relationship almost like mother and daughter.

Though Nia Honjo had nearly died from shock when Nibelcole first called her "Mom," she quickly adapted after receiving more memory fragments.

However, despite their bond, she still had to stay in character.

In the previous world, when she played Tokisaki Kurumi, she had interacted with her clones naturally because they shared a single consciousness.

Now, though, she had to act properly, even in front of Nibelcole.

"I have to embody Nia Honjo fully, down to the smallest details."

"Ugh—!"

With an exaggerated groan, Nia Honjo kicked off her shoes, threw herself onto the couch, and spread out like a lazy starfish.

"I worked super hard today! I don't wanna cook!"

"It won't take long to make a plate of shredded potatoes, right?"

"It's not about the time! I used up all my energy today! I can't move anymore!"

"Don't say things like a video game character!"

"If you want potatoes so badly, why don't you cook them yourself?"

Nia buried her face into the couch cushions and mumbled,

"You're old enough to learn how to cook. You've seen me make shredded potatoes countless times. You must know how to do it. Why don't you start cooking from today to repay your dear mother for raising you?"

"Eh…? Why is this happening to me…"

Nibelcole grimaced.

But in the end, she gave in and went into the kitchen, taking out ingredients and a knife, trying to mimic the way Nia cooked from memory.

Watching the small figure busily working in the kitchen, Nia Honjo lay on the couch, seemingly doing nothing—

But in reality, she was carefully planning her next move.

---

After using both the Identity Fabrication Ticket and the Sub-Spirit Summoning Ticket, she had secured a place to live and a trustworthy companion.

Her house was a bit shabby, and her monthly manga earnings barely covered expenses, but overall, she had managed to establish herself in this world.

Now, she needed to focus on her mission.

For now, she put the main quest—"spreading the gospel"—on hold.

She had no idea how to even start that.

Instead, she decided to tackle the three side quests first.

"Hmm… I guess I need to make contact with the protagonists of this world."

The first side quest required her to cooperate with the Holy Emperor.

The second side quest involved developing an intestinal biovirus blocker.

The third side quest was about building a shelter for Cursed Children.

"If I can meet Rentaro Satomi and his group, it'll be a lot easier to complete these quests."

All three side quests were somewhat connected to the protagonists of Black Bullet.

They were long-term objectives, meaning the sooner she established contact, the better.

But how exactly should she approach them?

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"Good afternoon, Sister Nia! I'm here to play with Nibelcole!"

A lively child's voice rang out from the church door.

Nia Honjo sat up and looked toward the entrance.

Standing there was a little girl carrying a schoolbag.

---

"Enju! Don't bother people like that!"

Behind the girl, a young man in a police uniform followed, panting.

Upon seeing them, Nia Honjo's eyes widened.

Then, as if she suddenly realized something, she clapped her hands together and let out a small laugh.

"Ah… so I didn't even need to go looking for them."

Her targets had already come straight to her doorstep.