Mushoku Tensei: the Apostle of God

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Dust flickered before Allen's eyes.

For a brief moment, his expression froze—then immediately grasped what this "persuasion" meant.

——The ability to make others believe. A trait derived from the Hitogami template, mentioned in the original story by Orsted: an unconditional trust buff imposed on living beings.

His eyebrows arched sharply, starlight condensing in his pupils as he stared fixedly at the system panel. Yet the panel continued floating like drifting smoke, as if...

Studying his reaction.

A silent standoff.

After a pause—

Allen moved!

His hand slammed onto the desk.

He leaned forward.

The motion carried the same decisiveness as a single, unbroken stroke of ink—swift and precise.

Now—

The text hovered inches from his nose.

The dust trembled before his eyes.

Allen narrowed his gaze, staring unblinkingly at the system panel.

Then suddenly smiled.

Even though his sword remained sheathed, its sharpness echoed in his mind—a blade unsheathed in thought.

'A disciple of Hitogami...'

'And it's me?'

The moment the thought formed, the dust exploded! It scattered through his mind, circled his face, then reassembled before him.

Once again, right in front of his eyes.

Quivering, as if laughing uncontrollably.

[Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?]

Allen's eyes followed the text's taunting dance, but he only narrowed his gaze further, lowering it to the desk.

Even in a teacher's dormitory, the Boreas family's desk was made of solid wood. Its grain—twisting, tangled, dense—spread beneath his fingers like...

Threads.

Countless, endless threads.

With no clear origin.

Thud!

The scabbard struck the desk, severing all those imaginary lines—and with them, the tangled thoughts in his mind.

The blade left his hand.

Allen leaned back in his chair.

Crossed his arms.

And coolly observed the system panel bobbing lazily above the desk.

Under his gaze, the panel shuddered, then began dissolving into the air—

As if losing signal again.

Only to snap back an instant later, right against his eyeball.

[What? You're doubting I'm Hitogami again? I recall when you were "little," you asked almost monthly whether your "system" was Hitogami. After all these years without a peep, why the relapse?]

[I've said it countless times—think. If I were Hitogami—]

Allen swiped a hand through the dust, his impatience surface-level, the earlier edge in his demeanor dulled.

'Then how could the embryonic Dragon Saint aura be sitting in my gut, right?'

[See? You do understand.]

Allen drummed his fingers against his arm, his expression shifting back to his usual banter with the system—relaxed. The tension from moments ago, born from his sharpened sword heart and the thrill of breakthrough...

Vanished.

As if it had never existed.

'"Persuasion"? You're handing this out as a reward? If the effects spiral, aren't you afraid Orsted might "coincidentally" run into me and casually carve out my guts with a single swing? You call this a reward?'

'A reward for my second life to reset back to the orphanage and start a third, huh?'

[Wishful thinking. You think you'd get a third chance to fix your regrets? The ability won't stay active indefinitely. Even game buffs have timers—how could the effects keep expanding?]

'If there's a limit, spit it out. Why the pause?'

[Tch. I almost miss your patient self from this past year. You've slicked your hair back, and with it, your patience vanished.]

Allen's brow twitched, but the system's text raced ahead before he could retort:

[Tutorial Phase Reward — Persuasion.]

[Ability Template — Hitogami.]

[Activation Method: Unlocked via thought.]

[Effect: Once active, your words gain heightened emotional affinity and influence. Duration: 3 minutes.]

[Targets: All non-fated beings in the Mushoku Tensei world (excluding Orsted and key plot figures). Recommended for human use—livestock won't comprehend you regardless of affinity.]

[Efficacy: Degree of influence correlates with the target's immediate willpower.]

[Usage Limit: Once per day, per individual.]

Allen's gaze lingered on [Unlocked via thought], but his words addressed the [immediate willpower] clause.

'This ability's underwhelming. In the original story, Hitogami's "persuasion" only shined with Luke and Darius. For other apostles, it was hit or miss—Kishirika outright pitied Him and repeatedly acted against His will.'

The dust dispersed.

After a long pause, it reassembled—but didn't address his critique, instead lazily "strolling" before his eyes.

[Your attempts to probe me are adorable. When was the last time? Five years ago? Seven?]

Allen studied the panel silently.

Then chuckled.

He stretched, letting his body relax.

Cleared his mind.

Turned to the window.

The glass was fogged, droplets condensing under sunlight, fracturing the view into fragmented patches.

But it couldn't obscure Allen's "sight."

His focus stretched beyond—toward the west.

The royal capital's direction.

'Maybe I've been thinking about the capital too much lately.'

Rivulets streaked down the glass, slicing the blurred courtyard into disjointed pieces.

Allen blinked.

Opened the window.

Took a deep breath.

Turned back.

Reached into a drawer.

Pulled out a long-untouched ledger—the "Death List" he'd made upon first arriving at Boreas Manor.

Placed it on the desk.

Opened it.

At the top, three bold characters:

「Great Teleportation」

「Scope: Fittoa Region」

Below it, a sea of names enclosed in a circle.

Aside from the Greyrat household in Buena Village and their close circle...

Hilda's name stood out.

Phillip and Sauros remained outside the circle.

Without hesitation, Allen picked up a brush.

Crossed out both names.

Wrote Phillip beside Hilda.

Wrote Sauros beside Eris.

Added a note:

"Territory vanished. Wealth dispersed. Land rebuilt. Political strife. Execution?"

Allen's eyes narrowed.

He tapped the brush against the page.

Then added two more words:

—"Voice."

—"Too weak."

He tilted his head, examining the characters.

Tap. Tap.

His finger stilled.

A faint smirk curled his lips.

The brush moved like a blade—

Slicing through the gaps between names, carving into the blank space beyond the Teleportation's scope.

Five new characters:

「Royal Capital.」

「Ars.」

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