Chapter 67: A Talent Specially Reserved for Side Characters

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ps: If I don’t mess with you all once, no one pays attention to me.

Due to an important event in the world of Trajectory, Saya had to leave Nemesis and also took 50 LP from Hao Ren to purchase an NPC.

After reserving the penalty fee and survival expenses, only 26 points remained for spending — a miserable sight.

In the private room assigned to him for his increased personal value, Hao Ren fiddled with the “Altar of Equivalent Exchange,” an artifact steeped in ancient Egyptian atmosphere.

Because it could only be used once every twenty-four hours, Hao Ren pondered what he should sacrifice to the altar.

After much deliberation, Hao Ren finally tossed the “Shiiishi’s Invisible Lenses” into the altar.

With a sudden surge, blue flames rose from the altar’s recess. Under the fire’s influence, the invisible lenses melted and reshaped, becoming a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Item: “Glasses of Villager A.” When equipped, they allow creatures with mental attributes no higher than the wearer’s to maximally ignore the wearer’s existence, as if he were merely a villager providing fixed information to the hero—one glance and they’ll forget. The effect can be toggled on or off.

Let me complain a bit about the law of conservation of mass.

“Player ‘Black Flame Dragon’ has equipped ‘Glasses of Villager A’, compatibility at 100%, activating a talent skill — ‘Villager A with Glasses’.”

Hm? The main brain has this setting?

Talent: “Villager A with Glasses” (no level), forever Villager A, forever the background character, one glance and his appearance will be forgotten; in a crowd, he will inevitably be overlooked, and his charm value is fixed at 10. Creatures with mental attributes lower than the player will unconsciously ignore him; those with higher mental attributes will at most underestimate him. Effect can be toggled; enemies instinctively overlook the player, 50% chance to ignore negative skills; allies also overlook him, 50% chance to ignore beneficial skills. The glasses are the core; while wearing them, there’s a high chance the glasses will take a skill or damage in his place. He can activate “Villager A Mode,” transforming into the invincible NPC from Hero vs. Dragon; other game players cannot harm him in this state, and, likewise, he cannot harm other players or NPCs in dungeons. Each activation or deactivation of “Villager A Mode” costs 100 LP.

This…

A supreme talent for blending into the background!

So, in the main brain’s perception, am I merely a glasses-wearing extra?

Hao Ren unconsciously lifted his glasses with his middle finger.

I smile with pride~~~

Archangel, Layel’s confinement room.

“Stuck here again?” Layel, who had just endured another round of indirect ridicule from Frey, held the “Electronic Lock Killer” Hello in her arms, full of regret.

Aslan, how’s your engineering progressing?

“Yes, that’s right,” Kira replied, ever more gentle.

“It’s so dull, always alone. I wish I could laugh and chat with everyone,” Layel’s movement to the chair seemed almost a dance.

Honestly, do you really want to laugh and chat, or are you aiming to brainwash?

“Because this is an Earth Army ship, so for newtypes…” Kira spoke very tactfully.

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“What a shame,” Layel caught the electronic lock killer dropping from above, “But your attitude toward me is different from the others, very warm.”

Kira, locked in a gaze with Lacus, blushed.

Why on earth is he blushing!?

“Well… because I’m a newtype, too,” Kira replied shyly.

Archangel, on the bridge.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely! This is the Earth Army’s Eighth Fleet’s coded wavelength.”

“Can it be deciphered?”

“We’re working on it.”

“This is… the Eighth Fleet’s vanguard… Major Monte… Archangel… please respond.” With a shrill wave of static, Rommel Pal successfully decoded the Eighth Fleet’s signal.

“We did it! It’s Admiral Aruba’s unit!” Murrue’s face radiated cheer.

The entire bridge brimmed with the joy of survival.

But…

Outside Archangel’s armored hull, a blurry figure appeared.

It was the Thunderbolt, with its Mirage System activated!

But the pilot inside wasn’t Nicol.

“Killing you all won’t ease the pain of losing the one I loved!” A burly man, his build strikingly similar to the late October, sat in Thunderbolt’s cockpit, grinding his teeth.

In Thunderbolt’s mechanical hand was a small scroll inscribed with “Enhanced Displacement Mirage — AOE Version.”

“Succumb to fear and despair!” He laughed arrogantly, yet his movements were gentle, carefully tossing the scroll toward Archangel.

Everyone aboard suddenly felt a tremor deep within their souls.

With cries of agony, Archangel’s crew clutched their heads and collapsed one after another.

“What’s happening?” Hao Ren looked in worry at the suddenly suffering Xiao An and Yaya, but could only fret helplessly, not knowing how to respond.

“Lacus~ Lacus~” The little pink one kept jumping beside the suddenly fainted Lacus. Kira, who had just been chatting with Lacus, barely managed to steady himself, ignoring the pain in his mind, trying to lift Lacus to the bed. Yet he couldn’t withstand the assault of the headache, collapsing atop Lacus.

“Is this a ZAFT sonic attack?!” Mu, who was talking with Uncle Kojero, clutched his head and shouted.

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“What… is… happening…” Murrue, Bakyulu, and others fell into unconsciousness.

“Frey!” Sai, holding his unconscious girlfriend, finally succumbed.

Ordinary civilians, writhing in soul-deep pain, one by one lost consciousness.

Archangel was paralyzed.

…

Except for Hao Ren.

It seemed only Hao Ren aboard was unaffected.

“Enjoy it!” Thunderbolt silently departed from Archangel.

Archangel, Lacus’s confinement room.

“What’s… going on…” Rubbing his aching temples, the newly awakened Kira began to check his physical condition.

Hm? So smooth? The skin on his face was as soft as a girl’s.

He lifted his hand before his eyes—a slender, pale hand that would make any woman jealous.

Wait, this isn’t my skin tone! Huh? My chest feels heavy!

He placed both hands on his chest…

Soft…

Where did my pectorals go?

Looking down at the person he was lying on, it was his own unconscious self!

“Why am I collapsed in front of myself?!” Kira was panic-stricken.

A mirror! A mirror! He frantically activated the simulated mirror device on the desk.

A magnificent long dress, pink shoulder-length hair, dignified and beautiful features. Though the woman in the mirror possessed both grace and beauty, her terrified expression ruined it all.

“This is… Lacus…” Kira was stunned.