Chapter 5: The Herrscher of Sentience Doesn't Understand Human Hearts
NotATool: A beautiful girl fell from the sky, but she's pretty banged up. What do I do? Need answers ASAP!
MikuIsMyWife: No saving her. Just wait for her to die.
...: OP must be a decade-old weeb to spout such delusional nonsense.
SweetAndSourPorkLover: Nah, more like a decade-old brain aneurysm.
XiJingPingNotSoHot: Anyone got diabetes? Piss on her to wake her up.
NotATool: So, is anyone actually going to answer the question?
IAmAGoodPerson: OP, based on my years of anime experience, girls who fall from the sky like this usually heal on their own, no matter how injured they are.
NotATool: Uh, what if she doesn't?
IAmAGoodPerson: Then she's screwed. What else can you do?
NotATool: ...
VinegarDumplings: Wrong. First, give her a bath—but only if she's pretty. That's the most important part.
EarthMeowCult: This guy gets it.
BB: Contact lens solution can wash off visible bloodstains. Then use bleach and splash pig's blood to cover it up. For skin, meat, and bones, use high-concentration alkaline solution. Hair should be burned...
EarthMeowCult: Holy shit, that's terrifying when you think about it.
"You're all joking, but I'm serious here," Roshin sighed, putting down his phone.
He had hoped the all-knowing internet would help, but he forgot that while the internet knows everything, it's also full of clowns.
"But there was one thing the other party said that was quite accurate—this beauty who fell from the sky didn't seem to have suffered any major injuries, yet she just wouldn't wake up." Roshin sighed, glancing at the girl he had placed on his bed.
"And also, I hope she'll help wash the sheets after she wakes up." Roshin sighed again.
Then, he picked up the damp towel from the basin beside him and began wiping her body.
She had landed face-first, right into a freshly watered dirt pit, leaving her absolutely filthy.
Fortunately, Roshin had once volunteered at a hospital to grind mission progress.
Originally, it was just a one-time school-organized charity event, supposedly for "educational purposes," but Roshin quickly realized how efficient it was for racking up points and kept at it.
After all, there was no denying how fast the rewards came.
However, what frustrated Roshin was that the hospital's eccentric patients were each more difficult to handle than the last—a real headache.
Of course, not all of them were troublesome. There was one girl around Roshin's age, living long-term in a private ward, who didn't ask him to do anything except read with her. And the points she gave were ridiculously high, so Roshin loved visiting her.
"Phew, finally almost done." The Herrscher of Sentience's arms and legs had been cleaned by Roshin, who had even given her a massage to stimulate blood circulation—another skill he picked up at the hospital.
Now, only the hardest part remained: her hair.
It was as filthy as a husky that had rolled around in a mud pit—just looking at it made his heart ache faintly.
But just as Roshin flipped the towel to use the clean side on her hair, his gaze swept past her eyes.
In an instant, their eyes met…
"Uh, um… y-you're awake…" Roshin immediately pulled the towel back.
"When did you wake up?" he asked awkwardly.
Can't this girl say something after waking up?
Snap!
Instead of answering, the other person lightly snapped their fingers.
Swish!
Swish!
Several ethereal feathers instantly materialized in the air. The dazzlingly beautiful scene left Roshin momentarily spellbound.
But then, those feathers abruptly transformed into sharp blades, pressing against various parts of Roshin's body and rendering him immobile.
Roshin gingerly touched one of the blade tips with his finger.
Damn! They're real!!!
"Ahhh, waking up from that nap hurts everywhere. So unlucky." Only after restraining Roshin did the other person stretch lazily.
But halfway through the stretch, their arm instinctively retracted—a clear sign the motion had aggravated some bone or muscle injury.
"By the way, I've been awake for two minutes already." Perhaps feeling it inappropriate to leave Roshin hanging, they casually added this remark.
"..." You've been awake for two minutes and didn't say anything?
"Though I woke up two minutes ago, why should I have spoken up? That aside, your massage technique incorporates martial principles—quite well learned." The girl slightly reclined against the pillow, tilting her head.
Roshin's pupils constricted.
"Correct, I can read minds. As the Herrscher of Sentience, no one can deceive me. But you're quite interesting—what normal person brings a complete stranger home?" The Herrscher of Sentience studied him curiously, unable to comprehend his actions.
And with a great beauty like me lying right before you, you didn't have a single thought?
"Uh, force of habit from helping people." Roshin hadn't intended to answer, but sensing the blades edging closer to his body, he responded immediately.
"Hmm? Not lying? You're truly fascinating. Do naive do-gooders like you still exist in this world?" The Herrscher of Sentience looked at Roshin as if observing some rare specimen.
"..." Hearing this, Roshin instantly understood one thing.
This girl called the Herrscher of Sentience could indeed read minds—but not completely, at least not his. Matters related to his innate abilities seemed to be shielded.
"Not a naive do-gooder, thank you," Roshin stated.
"You claim you're not? No greed for wealth or lust, just bringing a strange girl home to care for her without any ulterior motives... incomprehensible." The Herrscher of Sentience shook her head.
As the Herrscher of Sentience, she could perceive people's hearts and naturally discern their thoughts about her.
When this person had been cleaning her limbs earlier, his sole intention had genuinely been to remove the dirt.
The Herrscher of Sentience truly couldn't understand.
Why had someone who was supposedly her good friend beaten her up? Worse, they refused to admit they were Fu Hua—that was the most infuriating part!
Yet why could a complete stranger care for her without any impure thoughts?
Are human emotions this complicated?
The Herrscher of Sentience, deep in contemplation...