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Chapter 2: Just Because It’s You (2)
I Accidentally Created a Villainous Organization

Chapter 2: Just Because It’s You (2)

It’s a certainty. This has to be a sure win.

Siel. That was the name of the protagonist’s companion I remembered from a spoiler post I read before getting absorbed into this world.

As far as I recall, she was supposedly a young half-elf abandoned by her own kind.

Wait... Elf? 

My thoughts drifted to her race as I scrutinized the area around Siel’s ears.

Indeed, though obscured by her hair, they were slightly more pointed than a human’s. Her skin was also remarkably fair.

Her black hair didn’t quite fit the elven image, but then again, she was a half-elf. It made sense when considering the mix of traits from another race.

“...?”

Perhaps finding my blatant staring somewhat odd, Siel gave me a peculiar look.

Feeling a bit awkward, I quickly averted my eyes and pretended nothing happened.

Maybe it was because of her personality, she didn’t seem inclined to question my behavior. Without much thought, she simply turned her head back and continued on towards the mining area.

Nonetheless, this confirmed she was indeed the Siel from the spoilers.

I racked my brain to recall the details of the spoilers I had read.

Siel’s story was... something about elves exiling her due to some bizarre superstition, labeling her as an ominous child.

Ominous, her?

I couldn’t help but doubt the intelligence of these elves.

She looked merely beautiful? Seemingly vacant and innocuous, nothing about her appeared malevolent.

What kind of peculiar superstition could drive a community, even to the extent of abandoning a child?

I couldn’t wrap my head around it, but that wasn’t the pressing matter at hand.

Having come this far, my course of action was clear.

An opportunity had practically fallen into my lap; there was no way I could let it slip by.

Somehow, I had to make this girl my ally. That was the immediate priority, even more urgent than escaping.

‘I need to become friends with her quickly...’

Just as I was entertaining this thought, my mind suddenly hit a wall.

Come to think of it... how does one become friends with a young girl?

My mind went blank in an instant.

In a way, it was to be expected.

Being too knowledgeable about befriending young girls would be odd, to say the least. It would be more than strange; it would be criminal.

Even the memories of how I made friends back in elementary school were fuzzy.

Ideas like offering candy to foster friendship seemed not only unimaginative but downright pathetic.

‘...This is driving me insane.’

A sigh escaped me naturally.

To make matters worse, her aloof demeanor seemed to leave no room for approach.

But what choice did I have? Contemplating how to secure this girl’s cooperation was far better than pondering how to escape on my own, as I had been before.

Whether it turns out to be a success or a failure, I had no choice but to give it a try.

*****

I was wrong. This child isn’t human; she’s a block of wood, a block of wood!

Over these two weeks, I’ve done everything imaginable that could build affection.

Shared food with her, taught her various things, protected her when others picked on her.

I’ve really done everything possible.

Yet, there’s been no change in the outcome.

Usually, after all these efforts, one would expect a greeting when meeting, or naturally spending time together, right?

But this kid is just the same as when we first met. The reason we’re together now is because I approached her, not the other way around.

And the problems don’t stop there.

“Eat faster, or you won’t even make it halfway through before mealtime ends!”

Despite my nagging, Siel continues to nibble on her bread like a rabbit, with a vacant look on her face.

It’s become so routine for me to scold her like this that it’s now a part of my daily life.

In other words, I’ve unilaterally become attached to this little brat.

I know it’s idiotic, but it couldn’t be helped.

The kids here are like they’re raising dozens of snakes inside. They’re more cunning and dark-hearted than most adults I’ve met.

But Siel is the opposite.

She’s too transparent. Void of any thoughts.

Left alone, she’d be whipped and have her food stolen.

What’s even more frustrating is that she just takes it without fighting back.

It’s like I’ve ended up looking after her out of some sense of raising a pet, feeling like she’d die if I didn’t.

‘Is she really an elf?’

Judging from the fact that her senses are a bit strange and her reactions are a bit inhuman; she’s definitely an elf without a doubt.

But it doesn’t make sense for even a forsaken half-elf to be this weak, to only be taken advantage of.

Considering the status of elves in the previous story, she should at least have the ability to sneak away from here.

So why on earth does she stick around?

“......”

While I was lost in thought about this incomprehensible girl, Siel, for once, looked my way.

Having been at this for a while, I feel like I’m starting to get a grasp of this creature’s language.

This must be the reaction when it wants to ask something.

“Is there something you want to say?”

“Aren’t you eating?”

Hearing that, I glanced back at my own tray.

Indeed, there’s still one piece of bread left. 

It was only the food I had desperately tried to preserve during the early days of possession.

But now... I just can’t bring myself to eat it.

Is this the curse of knowledge?

I wish I could just be like the other kids, eating around the moldy parts.

Why did I have to pick up that trivial fact from the internet that mold is like a flag planted by bacteria after they’ve completely conquered the food?

And it’s not just about hygiene; it’s tasteless. No, it’s beyond tasteless—it’s like torture for the tongue.

“...You eat it. I’m not really in the mood today.”

So, once again, I offered the bread to Siel.

I don’t want to be picky about food to the point of risking death. But I wasn’t feeling hungry yet.

Probably thanks to the robustness of this healthy body.

I could probably go without eating for about a week.

‘Besides, I’ve saved up some stuff, so if I get hungry, I can just eat that.’

It’s better to just give it to Siel here.

As for gaining affection... well, I’ve given up on that a long time ago. But still, feeding her feels like feeding a pet. It’s somehow satisfying just to watch.

After handing the bread to Siel, I planned to spend the remaining mealtime thinking about future plans.

Or so I thought.

“...? What are you doing?”

But the sensation of the bread I offered to Siel didn’t leave my hand. She seemed to have no intention of taking the bread I gave her.

Our eyes met once again. And unusually, Siel was the one to ask a question this time.

“Why?”

Under normal circumstances, I might have lectured this elf on the importance of providing more detail when speaking or explaining the context to make her questions understandable.

But strangely, I felt overwhelmed by the atmosphere emanating from her.

“Why are you doing this for me?”

Her tone was neither accusing nor scolding.

Just pure curiosity. An emotion that conveyed she couldn’t comprehend my actions at all.

“Was there something wrong with the bread you ate earlier? Take this quickly; my arm’s getting tired.”

That was my response to Siel. However, her reply was once again something I couldn’t fathom.

“You should be the one eating this.”

On the surface, her words made sense.

It’s the idea that she felt guilty for always receiving and insisted that I should eat instead.

But her expression was utterly baffling.

Throughout these two weeks. Not even when she was whipped, nor when other kids stole her food and left her hungry, had she looked as sorrowful as she did now.

“You haven’t eaten anything for days.”

...It was then I finally understood her reaction.

Well, I had been relying on my abilities and choosing not to eat. But how must that have appeared to her?

And thinking about it, there’s more that adds up.

Being an elf, she might not be susceptible to mana addiction, but since I’m completely immune, it made more sense for me to take on the mining work, even covering her share.

Since I don’t feel much pain due to my abilities and heal quickly, I’ve also taken the whippings in her place.

With that in mind, it makes a bit more sense.

It’s somewhat gratifying to realize she hasn’t entirely overlooked my efforts. It’s comforting to know that the attachment isn’t one-sided.

But then...

Something about this feels off.

‘Is this really something to be so sad about?’

If you’re grateful, why not just say ‘thank you’?

“Why?”

Siel asks, and even though her question is again truncated, I understand the intent behind it.

This left me pondering.

Why did I help her?

Because she is the protagonist in the game, so she must be strong.

Because I wanted her to be my ally and help me in return.

Because the more I watched her, the more I felt she would wither away if left alone, so I wanted to take care of her.

Because, somehow, I’ve grown attached to her.

There are too many reasons. But how do I explain all that?

-Ding, Ding!

As I was mulling over this, the bell rang. 

It’s a signal to gather.

Considering there’s still time left for the meal, this sudden call likely means some fool has broken the rules and is about to be publicly executed.

Regardless, I need to hurry to the assembly area.

So, I ended up voicing the first answer that came to mind.

“Just, because it’s you.”

Why? 

At that time, I wondered why did Siel make such a strange face?

There was absolutely no way for me to know.

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    It was a certainty. There was no doubt in his mind. This had to be a sure win.

    As he followed Siel, his eyes wandered to the bleak surroundings. The gray, crumbling walls of the mining camp loomed around them, casting long shadows over the malnourished figures moving sluggishly through the paths. The air was thick with dust, making every breath feel like a struggle, the wind carrying with it the faint, metallic scent of iron and earth. Above them, the sky was a pale, washed-out blue, drained of life, as if the very heavens had given up on this wretched place.

    He still didn’t understand how he’d ended up here, in this world that mirrored a game he once casually read spoilers about. But everything was too real now—too vivid. The cold stone beneath his feet, the ragged cloth that passed as clothing, the aching hunger that gnawed at his stomach. It was nothing like the detached amusement he’d once felt while reading the game’s plot. Now, it was all too visceral.

    And in the middle of this nightmare stood Siel.

    Siel. That was the name he remembered from the spoiler post he’d skimmed before being absorbed into this cursed world. She was supposed to be the protagonist’s companion, a half-elf cast aside by her own kind, labeled “ominous” by a superstitious race that feared anything they couldn’t understand.

    Wait, elf?

    His gaze drifted toward her ears, squinting slightly. She was ahead of him, her figure small and almost frail in the oversized, tattered robe that served as the camp’s uniform. Her hair, as black as the soot that seemed to cling to everything, obscured much of her face, but he could just make out the slight point of her ears peeking through. They weren’t as sharp as a full-blooded elf’s, but there was no mistaking it. She was half-elf, just as the spoilers had said.

    Her pale skin glowed faintly under the dim light that filtered through the ashen clouds, an unnatural fairness that made her stand out against the drab grays and browns of the other prisoners. But the dark hair didn’t quite fit the typical elven image he had in his mind. Then again, she wasn’t a full elf—she was a mix, a blend of traits from both sides of her lineage.

    “...?”

    Siel turned to look at him, catching his lingering stare. Her expression was blank, almost indifferent, as if his attention was a mere flicker in the corner of her vision. He quickly averted his gaze, pretending to study the ground as they walked.

    If she thought anything of it, she didn’t say. Without a word, she continued on, her steps barely audible against the gravelly ground as they headed toward the mining site.

    This confirmed it. This was indeed the Siel from the spoilers. The same girl whose story had been one of sorrow and survival. She had been exiled by her elven kin, branded an “ominous child” due to some strange, nonsensical superstition.

    But ominous? Her? He glanced at her again, trying to reconcile the idea with the girl in front of him. She looked so... harmless. She wasn’t anything close to the malevolent figure the elves had apparently feared. Just a girl, with a vacant expression and a quiet presence, moving through the world like a ghost that had long forgotten why it haunted this place.

    The elves, though... He’d always imagined them as wise, graceful beings—masters of nature and magic, attuned to the secrets of the world. But if they could exile a child based on superstition, maybe they weren’t as intelligent as he’d thought. What kind of belief system could drive an entire community to abandon a child?

    He shook his head. That wasn’t the issue right now. The important thing was that he’d found her. In this world—this game, whatever it was—Siel was special. She was crucial.

    And that meant he had to make her his ally.

    The camp they were trapped in was more than just a prison. It was a brutal test of survival. This wasn’t a place for the weak, and it sure as hell wasn’t a place for someone to make it on their own. The other kids—they weren’t just prisoners. They were vultures, scavengers, predators in waiting. He’d seen it already—how they circled the weakest among them, snatching food and resources like a pack of starved dogs.

    And Siel, despite whatever latent power she might have, was an easy target. It didn’t matter what potential lay dormant within her. Right now, she was just another victim, and without his protection, it was clear she wouldn’t last long.

    But there was another problem.

    How the hell did someone make friends with a girl like her?

    He’d racked his brain, but nothing came to him. How did you build trust with someone so distant, so detached? He could barely remember how he’d made friends back in his world, let alone how to navigate this strange, dangerous place. Offering her candy? Ridiculous. Trying to strike up casual conversation? Useless.

    His mind felt like it was spiraling, grasping at any idea that could work, but everything felt hollow. Stupid.

    Weeks passed, and nothing changed.

    Siel remained as distant and inscrutable as ever. No matter what he did—sharing food, protecting her from the other kids, teaching her how to avoid the harshest punishments—it was as if he were invisible to her.

    The camp continued its routine of misery. The guards patrolled with their harsh whips, the overseers shouting at them to dig faster, to break more rocks, to mine more ore. The cold, iron-bound air of the mine pressed down on them like a physical weight. The children, huddled in small, desperate groups, moved like shadows—silent, wary of drawing attention.

    And Siel?

    She remained an enigma.

    “Eat faster, or you won’t even finish before mealtime’s over,” he snapped one afternoon, watching as she slowly nibbled on a piece of bread, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the walls. It was like talking to a wall. His frustration boiled up, but he had no outlet.

    He’d tried everything. He wasn’t even sure why he cared so much anymore. Maybe it was because she was so passive, so utterly vulnerable in a place like this. While the other kids schemed and stole and fought for scraps, Siel did nothing. She just... existed. Like she was waiting for something—or someone—to end her misery.

    In a way, she reminded him of the vast, dying forest that stretched beyond the camp. He’d only seen it once from the cliffs during one of their forced labor excursions. The trees were withered and blackened, their twisted branches reaching for the sky as if begging for a release that would never come. The world outside the camp was no better than the one within, a realm in decline, where even nature itself seemed to wither away.

    Was she like that forest? A being that had long since stopped hoping for anything?

    It was another mealtime when things finally took a strange turn.

    He offered her the last piece of bread from his tray, the same way he had done countless times before. But this time, she didn’t take it.

    “...Why?” she asked.

    The word was soft, but it cut through the noise of the cafeteria like a knife. He blinked, taken aback. It wasn’t often that Siel spoke, and when she did, it was usually just to ask for more food or to confirm something he’d said. But this—this was different.

    She looked at him, really looked at him, her usually vacant eyes holding a glimmer of something he hadn’t seen before. Confusion? Curiosity? He couldn’t tell.

    “Why are you doing this for me?”

    He hesitated. “Because you need it more than I do.”

    But she shook her head slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “You haven’t eaten anything in days.”

    There it was again, that strange note of concern. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now it was unmistakable. She had been watching him, just as he had been watching her. She had seen him skipping meals, enduring the work, taking the punishment in her place.

    And for the first time, he realized—maybe she hadn’t been as oblivious as he’d thought.

    “Why?” she repeated, her voice quieter now, almost... sad.

    He didn’t know how to answer. Why had he been helping her? Why did he care so much? Was it because of the spoilers? Because she was important to the story? Or was it something else?

    “Just... because it’s you,” he muttered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

    Siel stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable.

    Then, for the briefest second, he saw something change in her. Something warm. Something human.

    And as the bell rang, signaling the end of the meal, he couldn’t shake the feeling that, for the first time, a connection had been made.
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    itisme
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    But strangely, I felt overwhelmed by the atmosphere emanating from her.


    I am not sure what to think of the mc. He finds it difficult to make friends with a child and after 2 weeks he still has not read her? This is one of the most useless people I have seen. 4 days at most and you can completely understand the person. In this case it is just a child and a female at that (making it easier). She is not talking and not expressing herself. Where have you seen that? Maybe the children that have had a shock in their life? and they have locked away their feelings. Meaning they need a goal to invigorate them. Getting her story, even at the expense of breaking her psyche, is worthy, since you can make use of the story and also reorganise her thoughts by inputting your thoughts... Creating a goal that would align with the mc.

    I am from the neutral Dao.
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    Darkcultivator
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    Being too knowledgeable about befriending young girls would be odd, to say the least. It would be more than strange; it would be criminal.


    Bruhh, it's easy to befriend a kid wether it's a boy or a girl. Just play or spend time with them.
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      JameSweets
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      How you know that?
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        Darkcultivator
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        Do you not have niece or younger cousins ???
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          JameSweets
          JameSweets
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          Lol jk chill
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            Darkcultivator
            Darkcultivator
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            My bad. Thought you were serious
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      Knight Wolf
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      True, but how are they supposed to play? They are slaves remember.
      And it's alright, our boy managed to do it nevertheless😁
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        Darkcultivator
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        The author is a bit suspicious since he keep mentioning about how it is weird to be good friend with children
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          MTL Ancestor
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          Author is not saying that its wierd to be friends with children, but instead saying it is wierd to know the textbook way of making friends with children.
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            Darkcultivator
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            Yeah, and it's weird to have that thought which he keep repeating. Sound a bit suspicious
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              BloodlineofKhaos
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              unironically dark
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