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Harry Hides His True Self

Hiding the Jury's Legacy

A Nameless Transmigrator — that’s all she could call herself. A woman from the 21st century, abruptly waking up in an unfamiliar world, with no recollection of how she ended up there or who she was supposed to be. The world around her operated on its own set of rules, a modern society brimming with political intrigues, power struggles, and deeply rooted secrets. Her only clue? A name etched deep within her fragmented memories — Gauis Anubis Steinheart — a name she barely remembers reading from a synopsis of a book she happened to glance at in a random bookstore back in her world. Is Gaius Anubis Steinheart the key to her past — or the harbinger of her downfall? Without a name, without allies, and with no memories to guide her and no cheat-like abilities that other transmigrators often possess in stories, she finds herself trapped in a foreign body — a woman with a complicated life in the middle of a high-stakes political battlefield. But the biggest shock comes when she discovers she's pregnant — carrying the child of an unknown man, without a single clue who the father is or what role she’s supposed to play in this world. The clock is ticking, and the shadows of conspiracies loom ever closer. As she navigates the treacherous waters of this world, she must uncover the truth behind her identity, the child she carries, and why fate brought her into this twisted story. Who is that? Probably the Protagonist of the story. Well, who knows? Contains MATURE scenes/events that were not suitable for minors. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
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