After stressing about the situation for over 30 or more minutes, Seon figured out its better to simply accept everything.
Well... she had no choice but to survive as always.
Even if she wanted to suicide, for sure fate will stop her before that happened.
Right, she figured out it was better to drag this world with her death, since it was an idea she never tried to do yet.
Her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings, and the first thing she noticed was the glass ceiling above her.
It was cracked and teetering on the edge of collapse—or so it appeared.
Upon closer inspection, the glass was actually perfectly intact.
'Future vision' she realized with a roll of her eyes.
One of her many unwanted "gifts" flashed images of things to come—often trivial, rarely useful.
Apparently, this building would collapse someday.
Was it something she wanted to know? Of course not, but somehow this vision of hers decided that its important for her to know.
Pointless.
Leaning back against the altar like a queen on her throne, she crossed her legs and surveyed the run-down chapel.
Dust-coated statues of unfamiliar saints lined the walls, and the smell of soil lingers in her nose.
'Medieval setting again?' She clicked her tongue in irritation.
Her eyes shifted to the group of robed figures standing before her, trembling in their ceremonial outfits.
Each one gripped a wooden staff as if it might shield them from her wrath.
At the very least... these people spoke English.
Normally, in each new life, there'd be a frustrating language barrier, but here? They just happened to speak a language she understood in her 195th life. 'Convenient.'
'Oh it will be more convenient if I receive this body's memories'
'But alas! they can't even provide it for me.'
Her gaze turned to her side, in which a familiar holographic notification floats in her vision:
__________________________
[System:
Prologue; introduce yourself as the prophet.
Reward: 50 arcana points.]
__________________________
Like a nagging fly, this ping continues to flicking in front of her face, annoying the hell out of Seon.
Seon barely glanced at it, before swiping the notification away. To anyone watching her, it looked like she was waving at nothing.
In her past lives, she'd have seized the opportunity for power, but now? Relying on that system felt like relying on Him—the god who made her this way.
Just thinking about it made her skin crawl.
'Introduce myself? Ha. Not worth it.'
Her gaze swept over the group again. They were all standing there, mute and frozen as if they'd lost their tongues after chanting her name too long.
Eventually, her red eyes settled on a young man, shaking so violently that he looked like he might collapse on the spot.
His gaze was glued to the floor, as if one glance her way would turn him to stone.
"You." Seon pointed lazily. "Come here. Give me that."
The man stiffened. "T-the staff?"
"No. I meant the invisible air you're holding. Yes, the staff—what else?"
The timid man immediately followed up on her command, in which he almost stumbled over, nearly tripping in his haste.
His hands shook as he held out the staff, offering it like a lamb to slaughter.
Without a second thought, Seon seized the staff and gave it an experimental twirl in her fingers.
"Not bad," she muttered while inspecting the woodwork.
After complimenting the wooden staff, she slammed it against the stone altar without any warning.
CRACK!
The staff splintered, shards of wood flying in all directions.
The altar shuddered from the impact, and the man—uh... what's his name?—stumbled back in sheer terror, as if it was his bones that shattered.
"IEEEK!"
'Tch.' Seon tossed the broken end aside like trash. "This body's weak as hell," she grumbled, stretching her arms as a dull pop echoed in the chapel.
Her gaze drifted back to the young man, who was still trying to shrink into himself.
"You there, What's your name?"
"M-me?"
"No, the rat hiding in the corner. Yes, you."
"Y-Yun…"
Seon wasn't entirely focusing on him, as she instinctively tapped the broken staff against her palm, letting dust spiral around her.
In which in response, Yun flinched finding her movement as a threat, clearly bracing himself as if she'd strike him next.
"Yunnie!" he burst out, bowing so deeply he nearly hit the floor.
"M-my name's Yunnie! P-please don't hurt me!"
'What's with this guy? I just wanted to warm up a bit,' Seon thought, genuinely confused at his reaction. 'Maybe he was just the meek type?'
(Conveniently ignoring that she'd just broken another guy's head and knee right after waking up.)
"Alright, calm down," she said, resting the broken staff over her shoulder and showing a smile that was somehow both charming and mildly threatening. -Oh yes, there was emphasis in 'threatening'.
"I was just testing my new weapon, that's all. You just need to answer my questions."
"Easy right?" Seon added.
"Really?" His eyes darted between her and the stick. "No… beating?"
"Just answer."
"So… no hitting?"
"..."
"..."
She raised the staff slightly, and as if on cue Yunnie swallowed hard before blurting out,
"I-understood-madam!"