The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch - Chapter 237

【As long as you don’t use the Other Side, there will be no problem ^_^】

The system smiled seriously just once, which made Ciel a little unaccustomed.

As long as she didn’t use the Other Side, it would be fine…? Ciel hadn’t planned to use the Other Side in the next simulation anyway.

She needed to use the time to rest and quickly plan for the next simulation.

Lying here wouldn’t be of any help. Ciel decided to do something to change her mindset.

She took a shower, changed into a Deton Group uniform, had Tara prepare the carriage, and went to the Deton Group with Tara.

At the group, she met Lucy.

Lucy was also surprised by Ciel’s arrival. She received Ciel in her private office, thinking Ciel had some instructions. But Ciel was just there to ask her some questions about mass destruction weapons—it was more like a casual chat.

But even so, Lucy wasn’t neglectful at all. She answered every one of Ciel’s questions and provided her own solutions as much as possible…

But whether it was Lucy’s illusion or not, she always felt that this “mass destruction weapon” was meant to be used in Ansu City…

She should… not be that crazy, right?

Even after seeing Ciel off, Lucy’s heart was still a little uneasy. She couldn’t resist taking out the “Strong Luck Coin” and performing her last fixed toss for the day.

Heads.

“Phew…”

Lucy let out a long breath.

Then nothing should go wrong.

Meanwhile, Ciel had already returned to her room and had taken out the Endless Manual, beginning to write in it.

Two plans gradually took shape under Ciel’s rapid writing.

The first idea was still to control the merged Church of the Savior Goddess and exchange Other Side information for the Pope of the Church of the God of Order’s help. As long as she didn’t kill Forte in the simulation and trigger a rewind, it wouldn’t matter even if Forte knew something.

Using the power of the two churches to conduct a large-scale operation… A round-up targeting transcendents, with the final judgment and execution left to Ciel.

The second idea was to compile a virus… The previous dehydration virus was successfully prepared by Adele in less than a week, and she had even written a thesis.

This time, in 21, no, 20 days, with the ideas and assistance of her simulated self as a “Plaguebringer,” the virus created and spread would only be stronger.

She had to choose a virus that spread discreetly and was also convenient for her to detonate the moment she entered the simulation, causing maximum damage—this required a detailed list of transcendents in Ansu City.

Try to infect most of the transcendents on the list.

Ciel stopped writing and looked at the plan before her, letting out a long breath.

No matter who looked at it, this was an extremely evil plan. If it were truly implemented in reality, Ciel’s notorious reputation would likely be passed down through history, and even the Society of Merriment would send people to invite her for guidance and exchange of ideas.

But Ciel could no longer care about that much.

She had to earn a large number of points to maximize her mental power, at least enough to cope with all the mental pollution that had occurred before.

This was being responsible for her future plans, and also being responsible for herself.

Silver light flashed. The Endless Manual disappeared before Ciel.

“System.”

Ciel directly summoned the system in her mind and opened the simulation interface.

“Future Days.”

“No.0.”

Ciel didn’t use No. 11 directly to log in. She wanted her simulated self to directly drink the “Poison Master” potion and advance from the “Poison Master” path to “Plaguebringer” to maximize the ability to create poisons, viruses, or bacteria.

Next… she just had to wait and see which path her simulated self would choose, and what kind of impact would ultimately be caused…

Silver light engulfed everything before Ciel’s eyes.

…

【Future Days】

【Holy Year 741, August 8th, 6:00 PM】

【Countdown – 23:59:59】

Pat pat—

The sound of light rain hitting an umbrella was heard above Ciel’s head.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Before her were the streets under the rainy night. Ciel slowly turned her head. Beside her was Tara, dressed as a maid. She was standing beside her, raising her right hand high, holding a black umbrella for her, shielding her from the rain.

Is this… the East District?

Ciel glanced at the surrounding streets.

It seemed to be the time for the factories to close for the day. The bell of the Church of the Savior Goddess rang. Many people were walking in the rain on the streets. Few people were using umbrellas. The people of Ansu were already accustomed to the rain, just as they were accustomed to breathing.

The messy drainage system left the streets muddy. It seemed this rain had been falling for several days.

“This damned weather is waxing the city with liquid coal ash.”

A complaint sounded beside Ciel. It seemed to be a well-dressed middle-class person, likely here to inspect the factories. He was now lowering his hat brim, passing by Ciel.

In his hand, he held a burning red cigarette. Pale pink smoke continuously rose from the burning tip… Most people on the streets seemed to be holding such cigarettes.

“Tara.”

Ciel looked at Tara beside her and said directly.

“Did I have you give me something?”

Tara looked at Ciel, who had turned around. Upon seeing Ciel’s beautiful dark red eyes, she was slightly stunned. But quickly, Tara reacted and directly took out a notebook from the cross-body bag she was carrying.

“Please take a look, Lord Ciel.”

Ciel took the notebook and quickly flipped through it.

Virus… huh.

Her simulated self had chosen this more covert method, one that wasn’t easily detected.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Ciel continuously turned the pages. The content about finding Adele at the beginning was relatively simple, but the subsequent notes contained a large amount of research data—as if she was writing some kind of thesis.

Ciel knew that this was something her simulated self had written after drinking the “Poison Master” potion. She probably used the notebook as a research notebook or drafting paper.

Ciel had to extract useful information from the research notes.

“Crimson Mad Fungus…”

Ciel looked at the research notes in her hand, her brows tightly furrowed. She was gradually drawn into the contents.

Just by looking at the somewhat frantic handwriting in the notes, reading the description of the parasitic fungus, Ciel felt a wave of goosebumps on her arms.

“Well, I’ll be…”

After scanning the last page, Ciel directly closed the notebook and murmured.

“That’s really something… my simulated self…”

“Playing with zombie viruses here, huh…”