The Devil Wears Innocence

I sat there on the ground calmly, thinking about who was the entity behind the emperor's slavery.

Then it clicked in my mind.

The Ruthenal Empire uses morality as a weapon.

The Gorter Empire uses persuasion as a weapon.

The Sinfully Empire—the unspeakable taboo.

And the other four empires too—one of them uses cuteness and vulnerability as a weapon.

From what memories I got from military me—with the title *The Unshakable and Unmovable Devil*—because he killed everything in his path without feeling anything, like just an emotionless machine.

His name in the last life he lived and died before me was *Picrake*.

Hmm… the answer I can think of is that it is some kind of sentiment concept or something higher. But still, a concept.

I should not think about it—or I will get in trouble. That emperor can know anything in that possibility—all timelines.

But what about this higher being?

However, I got interested.

If that possibility where Picrake lived has unquantifiable timelines, won't this one too?

And many things in this world are unquantifiable.

Would possibilities also be unquantifiable?

If yes, then there should be hierarchy like this—that is also unquantifiable.

Maybe these possibilities create time paradoxes that are also unquantifiable.

I thought while holding my chin, becoming a philosopher again.

I laughed and got up.

The *"just"* is flat because anyone can walk on it as a bridge and reach towards their goal. It's useless to me.

This world is really resourceful, so I will use everything in this world I can—and merge all my other selves back with me and save them.

Heh… maybe this world is imperfect because some higher entity died and this is their flesh.

Haha, that's what usually happens in cultivation novels.

I then stood up and materialized a mirror and saw myself.

I looked beautiful, but now my half hair is whitish and the other half is blood red—starting from the center of my head toward the ends of my hair.

My blue emerald pupils now have a thin red outline around them, and they are golden from the center, which takes 20 percent of my pupil space.

I then walked back toward the outside—into the library of my house—through a space that has a tear like an eye in it. I walked out of it.

As I stepped into the library, I immediately got a thought:

"How are there other versions of me? I am not even native to this world."

I thought hard for a second and got a believable answer.

After I died, I saw those colossal celestial bodies.

Maybe this is one of them, I thought.

And for the other versions of me—are they just a copy-paste of me, or are they similar?

Hmm… maybe they are pieces of my soul.

And some, like Picrake, are pieces of my consciousness.

But… can it even be broken into pieces?

I may discover that in the second realm.

For now, I need to be ready for Grandpa's arrival.

I will think about this later.

I walked toward the library door and opened it.

There, I saw my brother walking in circles from anxiety.

I looked at him and thought:

"Maybe I should include him in doing all the things I will do. Maybe he will be entertaining. And also, let's see what he says about my physical change. And for crying—I will use it to include him in the Grandpa case."

He looked at me, surprised, and said:

"You changed your form again?"

Huh, I was confused.

My will walked inside his mind through the pattern of his statement and found the source:

Everyone can change their bodies or shapeshift.

It's a common ability.

Huh… so that's why he wasn't much surprised to see my form change both times.

And for now, I looked at him with a creepy smile on my beautiful face, which made it strangely cute, and said to him:

"Big brother, I found why our parents always fought and beat you. Do you want to know?"

I said.

He was shocked and grabbed my shoulders.

I didn't stop him because it wasn't hostile.

He started to shake me, saying:

"Who is it?! Tell me!"

And I slapped his face.

"Be calm, you idiot," I said and crossed my arms, looking at him with a calm face again.

It's so tiring to manipulate idiots. Ugh.

He calmed down and said with anxiety:

"Who is it?"

I looked at him and said again, this time like a devil whisper:

"Do you really wanna know who is it?"

Hmm, did he already connect it to his grandfather?

Oh, that's good.

I don't need to explain anything.

Is this why he was also learning—to keep up with me?

He said:

"I really really wanna know. Please tell me."

Oh.

And I answered:

*"It's our grandfather. He always came to our parents to increase fighting between them. I know you may have already connected this line, right?"

I said.

Hehehe… let me stroke your ego and make you believe and follow me.

I can use my patterns to make him my puppet, but how would that be fun?

He was still shocked and disgusted, so I pulled him toward my chest by grabbing his head and hugged him.

I started to stroke his hair and said:

"Don't worry. Grandpa will come to hunt us—but we will be ready to take revenge, okay?"

I said in a loving tone.

Heh… even without being a woman, I'm still such a loving and good mother.

Hahaha.

And for revenge—

Is it useful?

Will it serve my purpose?

I think I will discard the idea of torturing my Grandpa.

And for the earring—it will not be just a cosmetic, but a device that will make mastery of powers increase.

Also, my beauty and vulnerability veil will grow stronger by using the suffering of people trapped in it.

And I will add a jungle of fruits in it.

Before reincarnation, when suffering people die of some cause—they will eat it and return to a normal state again.

It is just like eating space.

A new act before reincarnation.

But I still have not thought about it fully.

And I think it will look like a single violet crystal.

I will now construct it, I thought, as I was still stroking my brother's head.