Mythos Of Narcissus: Reborn As An NPC In A Horror VRMMO

"I'm genuinely scared to get myself on your bad side, now that you mention it." Kuzunoha wryly smiled. "There is a great chance that I might be severely addicted to you, and I don't plan to sever the source of that addiction anytime in the future."

"Huh, you're not afraid that the addiction will severely impact you in the future?"

"The addiction will be worth it."

"What if I'm gone?"

"I'll just search for you until I find you."

"What if I'm dead?"

"I'll just revive you, and make you immortal."

Well, that was scary, seeing how she easily uttered those statements with so much conviction behind her sweet smile.

After the successful bestowment of reward, I excused myself to observe the state of the current bastion.

The remaining of my blood in Kuzunoha's hands shall be used as research material, and she was incredibly happy when I assured her that she could ask me for a couple of droplets when it was related to the research in that field. Chapter Find:

"Not in my wildest dream, that I would attain someone of her caliber."

It felt a little bit too convenient that fate suddenly handed over someone of her skill and profession, and probably constitution—I found myself to be ever-so grateful with every reminder that I made.

My Mood and Sanity would be at sky height, if only not for the meta-level prank that I received yesterday.

It kept me on my toes as long as I'm conscious, and I hoped that the gruesome incident wouldn't befall someone that was close to me in this life.

"It might be too early for this, but there should be no problem with my application."

I held a meeting for the 8 newbies of my order, hoping to start something that will outlast its influence.

So far, I observed that despite their inherent knowledge of maintaining a bastion and making one, they were still constrained to their own specialist role and didn't really care for the quality of their work as long as they were above the minimum.

If I would explain it in the game terms of this world, their stats for the skill outside of their assigned role were mostly below average.

This wouldn't matter much as long as we have more people to cover up each other's shortcomings, but this bastion operated with a minimum number.

It was time to incentivize them to be generalist for a while until we achieved enough manpower.

Fighting was not the only method of survival, after all.

"Their Moods are still good."

The eight bastioneers gathered promptly, displaying a mixture of excitement and curiosity. They seemed ready, each of them eager, sensing that today would be a day of layered importance.

"Today," I began, glancing across the faces turned up to me, "We'll be expanding those worths you all brought to the table."

They exchanged looks of interest as I explained that adaptability would be essential in the current state of our bastion. They couldn't rely solely on fixed skills in this realm, where survival meant more than expertise. It demanded resilience, adaptability, and an ability to pivot at a moment's notice.

Fortunately, they appeared to be quite eager to digest my words seriously, thanks to my achievement not only as a leader, but also as an individual who went toe-to-toe with a Qliphoth Object and survived.

Also, the effect of the Scripts that I gave them might have already taken effect for those who had consumed its early content.

Starting with the basics, I demonstrated foundational tasks, such as setting up defensive barricades, checking for weak points, and teaching them how to reinforce equipment in a pinch.

Even Erika, our foraging expert, listened attentively, nodding as I instructed her on quick repairs that could mean life or death if supplies ran low in the field.

I also gave them tips and information about foraging, hunting, tracking, first aid, cooking, and many things that I had already included in the Scripts of one but not the other.

I even gave them some modern trivia from time to time through the courtesy of Sir Aethernet.

It might look like I was teaching and telling them of the things they know and are familiar with in their years of surviving in the land of Carcosa.

But there was a glaring difference in the efficiency of knowledge that they hold in this world in comparison to the boundless information that had been procured in the modern world through a simple browsing and fact-checking on the internet.

Heh, this made me realize that I haven't been utilizing modern technology to its fullest when I was still Lothair at that time.

After the initial round of general skills, I made my way to the workshop, calling Naosi to join me.

Her trap-making expertise had proven valuable, but it was time to effectively introduce her to the mechanics of maintaining and repairing the bastioneers' armor and equipment. This knowledge was vital not only for longevity in the field but for any unexpected skirmishes and ordeals that would push them to their limits.

Naosi followed closely, her expression poised between curiosity and resolve as we reached the workshop.

"This," I said, gesturing toward a set of gauntlets worn from our recent warfare. "Will be your task to repair today. It may look simple, but the details matter. Each piece of armor is a second skin, one that we rely on when all else fails."

Naosi gave a sharp nod, reaching out to examine the gauntlet. She had the careful eyes of a trap-maker, attuned to fine details and mechanisms. I noticed the way her hands moved, precise yet searching, as she familiarized herself with the leatherwork and plating.

"Look for weak spots, the tiniest imperfections," I instructed, pointing out a tear along the edge where the metal had worn thin. "A slight crack here could give way under pressure, which would be disastrous mid-combat. Reinforce it with a thin strip of metal, mold it to match the curve here, then secure it with rivets."

The others observed, each of them studying Naosi as she followed my instructions. Her confidence grew as she hammered the rivets into place, the sound of her handiwork mingling with the hum of anticipation around us.

Amelia, who typically shied away from anything technical, watched with unexpected intensity. Her gaze lingered on the tools, her posture slightly leaning forward, and I saw an eagerness to understand more. I decided to put her curiosity to good use, calling her over.

Then we moved to the crossbows, and then pikes, and I even began teaching her some of the techniques that I learned myself.

"Amelia, think you're ready to give Naosi a hand with the final adjustments?" I asked, holding up a finer file used for polishing and sealing.

She looked momentarily surprised, but then her lips curved into a determined smile as she took the tool, cautiously refining the armor's edges with Naosi's guidance.

All of this was something that I could easily achieve without breaking a sweat, but I want a future where I could just nap for an hour and have my share of work be done by my own underlings.

My main goal to achieve in this world was happiness, after all. And to achieve that, I need stability.

One by one, I led the bastioneers through various aspects of our base's upkeep, assigning tasks that went beyond their specialties.

Lydia, the thinker-than-brawn amongst them, practiced hand-to-hand techniques with Yora and Kara, our sharp-eyed scout and fighter.

Meanwhile, Callista and Sera ran through basic first aid, a skill they might never need on their own but could save a life on the field. Erika was also there to help me teach them.

By the end of the day, the bastioneers, by the least, had transformed from a scattered assembly of talents into a cohesive, adaptable unit at the budding degree.

They were sweaty and tired, but the satisfaction in their faces spoke louder than words. I also encourage them to read their Scripts further for their passive indoctrination, giving them leads and how important and precious the content was by mentioning some of the topics that I covered in their personalized bible.

Also began editing the content of some of their Scripts to adapt to their growth and new things that I noticed while working with them.

Before I knew it, it was time for me to resupply the rations and cook some food for the fourth meal of the day-time.