How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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I don't want to become that long-legged, mature woman's toy to pass the time.

"You didn't hesitate to jump out and fight Lv32 Myot. What's so exciting about a name?"

"Sorry, I've recently discovered that I'm not very good at controlling my emotions... Um, um, Sirocco, how do you... know that name...?"

Have you seen through my true identity?

What should I do? I couldn't finish the game.

My brother will...

However, there was also a sliver of hope.

This is clearly an unacceptable relationship.

My mother is a woman of her word. If she finds out that I haven't kept my promise, she really will pull out my brother's oxygen tube.

Conflicting feelings churned within Katya like a whirlpool.

"Isn't Katia your sister?"

“…Huh?”

Katya hesitated for a moment.

“Me? Oh no! Well, Katya is my sister.”

Katya—Kas's voice was knotted.

“She’s lying in the intensive care unit at home, unable to move, poor child…” Sirocco walked to Cass’s side, pressed his shoulder, and said earnestly, “As her older brother, you must protect her. Cass, she can only rely on you now.”

The sudden closeness made Cass's heart race.

You can feel the other person's breath.

The firelight illuminated Sirocco's fair face, which resembled that of a young girl, and a few strands of white hair could be seen.

I'm protecting...myself?

Sirocco knows me, but he hasn't touched on the truth.

Moreover, why would he think it was me lying in a hospital bed?

However, he did not discover my true identity.

That's a good thing, I guess...

"Hmm... Of course I will protect him, we are siblings."

If someone who understands hears this, they will be able to tell how lonely that tone is.

"he?"

"Sorry, I misspoke, hehe."

Cass scratched his face sheepishly.

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"You were an animal keeper in elementary school?"

Sirocco tilted his head in confusion.

This is the first time I've learned about Cass's primary school experience.

This is yet another additional feature not included in the game.

"Yes... I kept hamsters and rabbits when I was in elementary school. I carefully prepared their food every day and cleaned their little house meticulously. Every time I entered the little house, the rabbits would gather around me. They were so cute, I couldn't pet them all."

"...When I used to see rabbits, they would panic and shrink into a corner to take refuge, huddling together and trembling."

"How could that be? I thought the animals would really like Shirok."

That's because I went to the poultry market.

Sirocco was operating on two fronts simultaneously, chatting with Beren on LINE and with Cass on LINE at the same time.

I don't know if it was the suspension bridge effect, but Cass became more talkative and started chatting with Sirocco about the past... The problem is that Sirocco doesn't want to have a suspension bridge effect with a man at all.

Sirocco glanced at the location of the statue and remained silent.

Why hasn't the quest been triggered yet...?

"Haa...."

Sirocco covered his mouth and yawned, feeling sleepy.

It was only 11:03 PM.

"Cass, aren't you tired?"

"Not at all."

With that healthy smile, Sirocco suspected that Cass might be so energetic because he often stayed up late.

Although Sirocco wasn't tired, he was just bored waiting, and Beren had also logged off to say goodnight.

Since you're still so energetic, Cass, that's perfect.

Sirocco retrieved a file from the ring table window and sent it to Cass.

"Ok?"

Cass noticed a new message on the ring and checked the file.

"Sirocco, this is..."

"I've marked all the information for entering the hidden maze later, so remember it well."

When Cass opened it, his mind went blank.

The location of the treasure chest, the optimal path, the types and attributes of the monsters, their levels, weaknesses, where they might ambush you, what you can touch and what you absolutely cannot touch, the range and function of the traps, and even the color of the torches used for maze lighting are all marked.

Although it was written in dense text, the important parts were thoughtfully accompanied by illustrations and eye-catching colored text annotations.

No matter the details.

"Sirocco... did you copy this from the internet?"

"You can't find this information online; I typed it all out myself."

When did you write it?

"last night."

With so many options, are you some kind of humanoid AI?

Cass looked on in disbelief.

“If you follow the path I’ve marked, you’ll be fine. Taking that sword will be as easy as taking something out of a bag.”

"No... I don't distrust you, Sirocco, I'm just a little scared..."

Cass rubbed his temples.

The sheer volume of information overwhelmed Cass, making it difficult for him to process.

"After you go in, remember to give me half of the money you get."

"Money is no object. If you want Sirocco, I can give you everything."

Sirocco's eyelids trembled as he listened.

That's infuriating. They're just damned rich bourgeois who don't care about money.

"Okay, okay, if you can come out, I'll accept it without hesitation. Take your time reading it. I've said everything I need to say this time. Heh... I'm going to lie down for a bit. I've also written down how to deal with the NPCs when they appear."

"Ah! Sirocco!"

"Oh, and one more thing. These are the materials we'll need to open the door later. Keep them."

"Uh, um."

Hilok took a bag of fresh offal from the ring and several bunches of fresh green bananas with a 50% discount tag.

"Speaking of Sirocco, you seem quite convenient."

"what?"

"No, it's just that I feel like Sirocco, you know everything? Or should I say you're like a nanny or a housekeeper? The dungeon is so dangerous, but it's like your own backyard to you. There's nothing you don't know. I feel very safe with you around... Hey? Sirocco, please don't look so disgusted. It hurts me!"

"I'm going to lie down now. Call me if you need anything."

Sirocco took the sleeping bag out of the ring.

He tied up his long hair, crawled into his sleeping bag, hugged his broadsword, zipped the sleeping bag up to his chest, put on his sleep mask, and within a minute of lying down, he could hear his even and relaxed breathing.

"Sirocco...doesn't he like chatting with me...?"

The atmosphere was pretty good just now.

Does Shirlock not like small animals?

No, this document is so long; Sirocco must have been exhausted from writing it.

Moreover, Sirocco was on guard against (?) Mute the whole way, and was probably mentally on edge the whole time.

Looking at Sirocco's peaceful sleeping face, Cass confirmed that he was right.