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Chapter 479

Day 108 – Nighttime, the Theocracy, Streets

There’s no such thing as 「perfect」 but I tried to make it foolproof, and the flaws still came spilling out everywhere. I even ran a re-simulation and checked for errors, but the aftereffects remain. The rescued sisters seem to have lost all memory of their time in captivity, though faint emotional residue lingers. It looks like they’ve developed a fear of men. They keep their distance, glancing over nervously as if on guard… Stripped, beaten, and nearly violated in public view, of course the trauma lingers. I knew the technique was imperfect, but this useless?

「Good morning, or maybe good evening? How’s your head?」

「Good morning, but if my head wasn’t fine, then nothing would be fine at all! I mean, wow, that was just a straight-up diss, wasn’t it? Highschool Boy with brain damage? That’s a fast track to tanked reputation points and failing