Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World - Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World chapter 50

50: Manifestation of God

Humans are creatures who suffer from memory loss every few months.

I was supposed to have seen hell.

The looming deadline, the blank manuscript, and the absurd schedule of “if you meet the daily quota of five days’ worth of work in a day,” are frankly cutting away at one’s lifespan, I think.

It was undoubtedly a suffering that I never wanted to repeat, and it was a suffering that could have been avoided if I had properly planned and acted accordingly.

So surely, Karina must have forgotten about last year.

“No, we haven’t forgotten. We remember it clearly. We went through a tough time last year. The schedule was so tight that we thought we might have to print with a copy machine and bind the books by hand… But we remember. We remember how we somehow made it through that schedule,” she said.

I simply thought it would be better to just die.

Oops! That’s not good… I’m a calm 17-year-old, after all.

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The experience of being reincarnated a million times has created a definite barrier between my “emotions” and my “actions.” Of course, it is inevitable for my heart to be disturbed, but even so, I am not the type who lets my emotions appear immaturely on the surface.

Even if it means that in five days, everything will be blank and we have to do it in full color. Yeah, twenty pages.

I must schedule it accurately with a calm attitude.

To accomplish this task in five days, what kind of schedule should I create?

Think… I don’t understand why I have been entrusted with schedule management at all. Or rather, I can’t help but wonder why they were prepared to leave the schedule management and miscellaneous tasks entirely up to me from the beginning. But now, I can’t spare even the time to use for schedule management.

First, I have to eliminate unnecessary things and make time.

Sleep… Do I need sleep? How about it? Well, maybe I need about thirty minutes of sleep. Next is meals… Well, as a human, you would need both sleep and meals, but since this schedule cannot be accomplished as a human, I will discard the notion of being human…

The plan is complete.

We will fill in the blank pages.

If someone says, “I don’t have any inspiration and can’t come up with a storyline,” I will quickly flip through the manga that happens to catch my eye on the bookshelf and say, “Take this storyline!” If someone says, “I suddenly can’t recognize the protagonist’s face and can’t draw it,” I will respond with “Grow out the bangs! Or draw shadows!”

With our spirits uplifted by energy potions and greedily consuming nutritional drinks, we truly resemble what civilized people would become if they went feral.

The heat emitted by the girls who have turned into civilized savages is astonishing, and while feeling mentally sluggish in the air-conditioned room, I diligently finish the cosplay costumes they have entrusted to me.

We were filled with intense determination due to the “all-nighters” and the stress of work that didn’t progress as much as we had hoped. There were even times when it almost escalated into a fight.

Each time, the presence of Milim, whom we had brought along, functioned as a refreshing agent.

Milim is a beastman—she has ears and a tail like that of an animal. And… there is a soothing effect when you touch something fluffy.

Whenever our emotions ran high, we would pet Milim. We provided Milim with the largest sleeping area in the room, and she freely enjoyed baths and meals while maintaining her fur.

After four days, the room had transformed into a secret base for the religious organization that worshipped Milim-sama. The number of nutritional drinks offered to Milim-sama increased day by day, and we even created an altar for Milim-sama while enduring only thirty minutes of sleep, our eyes bloodshot.

Gradually, we lost the ability to communicate with words and started conversing only using the language of “Milim-sama.” “Milim-sama?” “Milim-sama.” “Mil… Milim-sama!?” “Milim-saamaa!” We managed to convey all our thoughts with just that.

Looking back, I have no idea why communication was possible.

We had completely forgotten any language other than “Milim-sama” and gained the conviction that we could live without solid food. At that point, a strange light began to flicker in our field of vision, and finally, the manuscript and cosplay costumes were completed.

It was undoubtedly a miraculous pace for submission.

Upon finishing everything, we formed a circle around Milim to report the completion of our work through a ritual.

While prostrating herself and surrounded on all sides, Milim had an expressionless face. But as someone who was positioned behind her, I could understand her inner thoughts from the movement of her tail. She looked extremely perplexed and slightly frightened.

Reflecting on this intense progress, Karina said, “If you’re serious… you can accomplish this much.”

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That look of accomplishment on her face was undoubtedly that of a heroic figure who had triumphed in a mythological battle.

Certainly, we have surpassed it. Even I, who adhere to the principle of “not engaging in unnecessary battles,” feel a sense of achievement that touches my heart. Tears flow endlessly. I see a strange light. The light of Milim-sama…

This emotion is truly irreplaceable. I will surely never forget it for the rest of my life.

But, I have a thought.