Chapter 11………………………….
The games that Earth children enjoyed were surprisingly helpful in understanding special abilities.
「☆My Ability!!☆
Passive Skill: Reading the Original – Prophetic Dream
Active Skill: Spoiling the Original – Heavenly Revelation? Prophecy?」
‘It’s easier for me to just call it “the original,” but skills usually had names like that.’
Maybe it was because “spoiler” didn’t sound very cool.
Rin thought about renaming her ability to something more like “prophecy,” but then she remembered what Uncle Theo had once said — all prophets are frauds — and quickly shook her head.
“I can only use ‘Original Spoiler’ a little bit so far.”
Even when she tried telling her uncle about the prophetic dreams in detail, she hadn’t gotten far before overwhelming drowsiness took over.
Even the little “spoilers” she could share drained her energy every time she repeated them.
“Oh! What if I write them down instead?”
She tried immediately, but the moment she began, she knew — she’d pass out for sure.
Transcribing the “original” into words took even more energy than speaking it. She wasn’t strong enough for that yet.
Rin felt a bit disappointed, but she quickly brushed it off.
The joy of what she could do far outweighed what she couldn’t.
“Mm… but at least I can deliver the most important message!”
Grandpa would return. Mom would wake up.
Just repeating that thought filled her with happiness.
Her cheeks flushed pink as she imagined her family together again.
“Until then, I have to stay healthy.”
She would strengthen her frail body and survive until she could see her mother again.
Rip!
Rin tore a fresh sheet of paper, gripped her short, chubby fingers tight, and pressed down hard as she wrote:
“Goal #1: Health!”
“Good, good. That works.”
Now she understood.
She couldn’t write down the contents of the “original,” but she could write plans for what to do based on the knowledge she’d gained from it.
‘This is just like setting a daily schedule for myself!’
Even without writing it out, none of the original’s contents faded from her memory.
Just as ingrained habits were called passive skills, the “original” had soaked deep into Rin’s soul.
She retraced the events of The Hero’s Revenge Method, Volume 7 — the “original” she’d seen — and began writing what she could do right now.
“Most important, health… and then I have to bring the main character — the Hero.”
Under Health, she wrote down the Hero’s name, giving it a proud second place on her list.
“He’ll wake up my mom and help Grandpa too. So I have to help him a lot, a lot.”
It was like repaying a favor in advance!
Rin showered that goal — helping the young Hero, who had suffered so much — with stars, just three fewer than she’d given “Health.”
Only then did she move on to the next goal.
“Oh right! I also need to earn a lot of money.”
This wasn’t because she’d heard Earthlings joke about buying lottery tickets if they knew the future.
The filthy capitalism of adults hadn’t completely corrupted her pure little heart.
“Since I know what’ll be valuable ten years from now, I’ll multiply our gold with that… and use it to protect our family.”
Unfortunately, the Pegasus family would soon fall on hard times.
While everyone thought the family head was dead, a massive monster outbreak struck. Many knights of the family lost their lives.
With their military strength — the core of the Pegasus family — crippled, nearby nobles ignored the family’s sacrifices and schemed to seize their weakened lands.
“Of course, if we just wait a few years, everything works out! I even saw those jerks who laughed at us begging for help later!”
Though the bullying hadn’t happened yet, Rin felt furious — and then triumphant — as if she’d already witnessed their downfall.
“Anyway, this time, I’ll make sure no one can mess with us!”
And for that, her top priority remained clear:
She needed to take care of her health.
‘If I keep ending up in bed sick, I won’t be able to do anything.’
Reaffirming her first resolution, Rin diligently read every book Tinker had recommended.
With each one she finished, her once-blank planner turned darker and fuller with ink.
The next morning.
Rin woke earlier than usual.
Instead of enjoying the soft blankets, she boldly jumped out of bed.
She rushed to her desk and eagerly looked over the plan she’d made yesterday in the workshop.
Below the first goal, “Health!”, several smaller notes had been added:
“A perfect plan combining health YouTube videos and our library books!”
Even on the second look, Rin felt immensely proud of it.
And now — time to put the first step into action.
1. Exercise
– “Stretch while watching the morning sun.”
This combined the Earth medical wisdom that sunlight not only started a healthy day but also produced vitamin D.
Of course, Rin also learned from YouTube that intense exercise right after waking up was risky, so she decided on a morning stretch — a routine fit for a six-year-old, suggested by Tinker.
Proud to have resisted the bed’s temptation, Rin celebrated her first successful step toward her goal and marched outside with confidence.
“What a lovely morning sunshine!”
Her little feet skipped excitedly until she reached the training grounds near the main estate.
It was a place open to all who wished to train individually, and it was already full of people.
Knights honing their skills, breathing in the fresh morning air — or so she thought.
‘Fellow comrades pursuing a healthy day like me?’
But as she looked closer at the large figures scattered around the yard, Rin’s bright eyes dimmed.
“Uweeeeh!”
Her face twisted like the gray-haired knight clutching a tree trunk and vomiting his guts out.
Just how much had they drunk last night?
The knight, embodying the mysteries of the human body, continued to vomit endlessly like a grotesque fountain.
“Ha ha ha! Kay, you’re the youngest and already can’t handle a hangover that mild— owaaaagh!”
“Are you in any condition to lecture the kid?”
The knights stared at each other pitifully, then half-heartedly patted their retching comrade’s back in a show of hollow camaraderie.
One group was still vomiting. Another lay sprawled lifelessly nearby. All around the trees were knights with blank, glassy eyes.
Rin, horrified by this unwholesome scene, shook her head vigorously.
‘What are those supposedly healthy adults doing?’
Still, Rin was a polite child.
Even if the drunk, pitiful knights looked utterly disgraceful, she kept her thoughts to herself rather than saying anything hurtful.
Of course, the appearance of a small child in the training yard immediately drew everyone’s attention.
Word quickly spread that the little lady — smaller than a foal — had walked in, sighed deeply at the knights’ state, and shaken her head in disappointment.
“Kay’s dead meat when the Captain finds out.”
Particularly sharp glares fell on the gray-haired drunkard who looked the worst of them all.
One of the older knights glanced at the groaning, tree-hugging junior and solemnly offered a moment of silence for his doomed comrade.
The veterans, realizing the situation, quietly shuffled away from the puking rookie, straightening their postures and pretending innocence.
Rin erased the messy scene from her mind and stepped into an open spot in the yard.
Stretch, stretch. Up we go!
Pumping herself up, Rin extended her arms and legs in the stretches she’d learned from books.
The once-noisy training ground fell silent, save for the clear voice of a child counting each movement.
“One, two, three, four, five.”
The knights stared in confusion.
Before long, a few of them, unable to suppress their curiosity, cautiously approached.
“Um, Lady Rin.”
“—Nine, ten! Huh?”
“May we ask… what exactly you’re doing right now?”
