Ichijō Mirai controls a body that is both familiar and unfamiliar.
Different people have different levels of control over their bodies, and it's likely that the average office worker doesn't have as much control over his body as a soldier.
Ichijō Mirai had already gained 100% control over his body after reading the file again and again.
Of course, it wasn't really 100%, but it was 100% of what a human could do with his body, 100% of what he could do.
But now, after taking the potion, Ichijō Mirai's control rate dropped to 60%.
Because the scope of his control has expanded, he's moved a little further up the progress bar towards a colder, theoretical 100 percent than a normal human would.
And the first indication of this, and of the effects of the drug in other ways, was the blue tip.
What used to take Ichijō Mirai a few seconds of staring before it popped up was now popping up smoothly as it passed by.
Ichijō Mirai was sitting on the sofa, and his field of vision was filled with a dense blue message.
[No one will use the study for at least three years.]
[The cleaning took place over two days, and was completed yesterday. The cleaner fell while replacing the carpet, and suffered a slight bleed on his forehead.]
[Mr. Corpse is scared...]
...
This is a silent correction. [Mr. Corpse is excited.]
Mr. Corpse is a researcher.
He heard something he shouldn't have heard, and from the moment he entered the study, he was no longer a living person, but a living person counting down the days to his life, a living person who was about to be silenced, and Mr. Corpse, who had a nearly 100% morality rate.
Ichijō Mirai looked over, and met the eyes of Mr. Corpse, who had always kept his head down.
Mr. Corpse, who had always kept his head down, not daring to look at anyone, and was cautious, as if he were a bit of a coward, was now finally healthy and cheerful, and looked at him with eyes like he was looking at a rare treasure.
To the researcher, Ichijō Mirai, who had been injected with the drug, was certainly a rare treasure.
Ichijō Mirai's eyes twitched, narrowed into vertical pupils for a split second, cast a glance like a viper on the hunt, and then returned to round pupils after Mr. Corpse was subconsciously startled.
"I'm sorry, I got used to it and couldn't help it."
He apologized sincerely, half to Mr. Corpse, and half to Belmode, who had also observed the blue alert pop up.
And then he simply disposed of Mr. Corpse.
"Sorry, got used to it, couldn't help it," He apologized sincerely again, "the way he was staring at me, made me think he was inviting me to do it."
After a moment's thought, he added to Mr. Corpse, "Thank you for your hospitality."
Belmode: "..."
Ichijō Mirai calmly raised his eyes to the computer screen facing him, and the blonde woman displayed on it.
Belmode now had short, dark blonde hair, and looked to be in her thirties or forties, with some creases in the center of her eyebrows and some inconspicuous wrinkles on her face.
On one side, there are blue dots of light spreading out from her eyes, eyebrows, lips, straightened body and backward spreading shoulders, forming a blue handwriting: [Making an example of me?]
[He's trying to intimidate me.]
"No," Ichijō Mirai controlled the corners of his eyes to droop a bit, revealing a somewhat innocent expression, "you don't have the same eyes as he does."
"Your eyes are just as hot, but they have the respect of a strong man, his eyes..."
He thought for a moment, "It's like a fox who just got a big piece of fat meat from a crow, and before he can feast on it, he's being watched by a brown bear who just woke up from hibernation."
"The last thing a man should be is ignorant."
Mr. Corpse wasn't a hungry bear, just a rabbit.
After a brief explanation, Ichijō Mirai looked around the study once more, scanning the blue writing that popped up on various objects, and decided that his acuity and analytical skills had improved.
These hints were not out of nowhere, but like the handwriting on Belmode's side, they were based on information that Ichijō Mirai could observe and analyze.
It made him think: should he read the file and go back?
If it was some other kind of enhancement, Ichijō Mirai would have read the file if he was just trying it out, but this kind of information pollution...
No player can refuse, no.
Then it's a good decision.
Ichijō Mirai immediately decides not to read the file, and by the way, he gives the task: he needs to familiarize himself with this body as soon as possible.
He subconsciously scanned his surroundings, found his way to the entrance of the villa, and glanced that way a few times in an attempt to locate Gin.
...His first quick control of an in-game body, thanks to Gin's hospitality.
"How do you feel right now," Belmode spoke without moving, sensing danger, "?"
The change from round to vertical eyes was so, so creepy that it was hard not to wonder if Ichijō Mirai was still human, if he had become some kind of monster.
She was a bit tentative.
Ichijō Mirai wore a thoughtful expression and licked his relatively sharpest teeth in a not-so-subtle gesture, "It feels like I want to draw blood..."
He looked over at Mr. Corpse, staring steadily, the round pupils of his eyes silently rising, and moved his fingers as if he couldn't control them, then held them down and only nodded on the coffee table.
Belmode is not moving, vigilant, narrowed his eyes a little, his hand has reached the keyboard, about to secretly hit a specific key, then saw Ichijō Mirai suddenly looked up, expression calmly said: "Lying to you."
This vampiric look that was gradually getting out of control, and a little bit foolish to want to feed on the blood of the corpse only lasted for a few seconds, and then completely dispersed without leaving a trace of it, Ichijō Mirai sincerely recounted part of the situation: "Except for being able to see a little bit more, it seems to be not much different from what it was before."
He muses as if it were nothing, and judges, "I'm still in the human category."
Looking up again, he inquired with concern, "Hey, you have a 30% tendency to want to hit me?"
"Why, why, did I do something wrong?"
Belmode: "..."
"Thanks for the compliment," Ichijō Mirai gave a look of uncertainty but polite gratitude for the compliment, "I'm sorry for getting on your nerves again."
Belmode again: "..."
You're not being psycho, you're just being funny!
Ichijō Mirai: "Huh, you noticed."
He apologizes sincerely, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back."
It's an Ichijō Mirai style sincerity, and the main point is a perfunctory one.
"But when I leave later," Ichijō Mirai added, "I'll have to do a checkup, won't I?"
He was a bit careless, "You can just look at the checkups if you want to know about my health."
"Before that..."
"Where's my dear boss?"