Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 11: I Will Become Stronger
Guess what would happen if, in an era when brick-sized mobile phones were still considered rare and exotic, someone suddenly pulled a five-inch touchscreen smartphone out of their pocket to answer a call? The shock it would send rippling through everyone around would be immeasurable.
Now, transpose that scenario into a steam-powered, magically infused world where every vehicle is massive, crude, and industrial-looking. Imagine, out of nowhere, a sleek, strikingly beautiful car suddenly appearing—a Chevrolet MRO “Bumblebee” sports car, its sharp yet flowing lines glinting under a polished coat of dazzling yellow paint.
“Whoa—it’s gorgeous! Is this… a steam car too?”
Adela, whose bloodline bore traces of the demon race, gazed at the car with wide violet-gold eyes, brimming with awe and fascination.
Marlon couldn’t help but think: if he were some adventurer whose ultimate goal was to charm, then all he would need to do now was open the car door, beckon Adela with a finger, and this utterly entranced girl, already captivated by the “Bumblebee,” would surely fall for him without hesitation… b‑level transmigration novels aside.
“This is impossible!”
The elderly man named Delft’s old eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
Sharing the same stunned expression was Conchita Bowden, Master of the Claw Druid Order. “Impossible! A spiritual crystal servant… of this size?!”
As for the small, mute fox-girl and the childlike Anvi, they simply watched Marlon’s sudden conjuration of the Bumblebee sports car with curiosity—their young minds processing wonder in ways completely alien to adults.
Marlon, the orchestrator of this spectacle, was about to speak when darkness suddenly clouded his vision. When sight returned, the dazzling, almost blinding Bumblebee car had vanished into thin air.
All eyes now turned to Marlon, each gaze silently demanding the same thing: “Explain yourself.”
“Don’t ask me… I have no idea how that happened!” Marlon quickly tried to disown the phenomenon, but when he noticed that even the fox-girl Amy and little Anvi weren’t convinced, he could only shrug and add, “Maybe it’s because I write novels too much, and my brain is just full of… chaotic nonsense?”
Even Marlon didn’t really believe that excuse, yet somehow, the others—including the white-haired elder Delft—nodded in unison.
Uh… could this be the legendary pinnacle of a “true lie”—where the speaker doesn’t believe it, but the listeners do completely?
“That’s the only explanation that makes sense,” Delft finally said.
As he spoke, Delft exhaled a subtle sigh of relief.
Thankfully, the massive, unexpected spiritual crystal servant Marlon had created had collapsed in less than a few breaths—and, crucially, it hadn’t emitted any spiritual energy pressure…
To manifest an unbelievably beautiful steam car using nothing but mind energy with no spiritual pressure?
This seemed to prove two things:
First, Marlon-Lister possessed unparalleled aesthetic talent and, like any normal teenage boy, had desires for a car that stood out spectacularly from the ordinary. Second, despite being a natural mind sorcerer, he lacked even the most basic understanding of spiritual energy and was, in truth, extremely weak.
All of which made it that much easier to recruit him into their ranks.
Delft, his white hair gleaming under the light, had clearly analyzed Marlon thoroughly in his mind.
He then spoke in a measured, instructive tone: “Lister, your display of extraordinary mind sorcerer ability is impressive even to a third-tier mind sorcerer like me. But I must regretfully inform you: the massive spiritual crystal servant you just created, while theoretically possible, cannot sustain itself for long unless you reach the level of a seventh-tier mind sorcerer.”
After a pause, Delft gritted his teeth and retrieved a worn, ancient scroll from his robes, offering it to Marlon. “This is a set of notes left by Van Helsing, a famed sixth-tier mind sorcerer of the Dark Era. I believe it will help you grasp the true essence of controlling mind sorcerer energy.”
A pie in the sky never falls without a hook. Even if one did, it would be laced with a trap…
Normal humans respond to such sudden opportunities in three ways: ordinary youth hesitate, inspect, and sometimes get hooked; brash, strong men might grab the trapper along with the pie; and reckless youths devour every single pie, shouting, “Delicious! I want more, more, I want them all!”
So… which category did Marlon fall into?
“Sorry, I have no interest in mind sorcerer arts. I just want to quietly be a writer, spinning adult fairy tales for my readers.”
Really no interest?
Of course not—it was more that he could see through Delft’s true intention.
By refusing the ancient scroll, Marlon considered himself just a slightly clever ordinary youth.
Delft, after a moment of silence, slowly retracted the “Van Helsing mind sorcerer Scroll” and pulled a gilded invitation from his pocket.
“Mr. Marlon-Lister, I come on behalf of the Minister of Culture of the Loring Republic, and concurrently the Executive Member of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, Augustin von Newvently (Secretary of State), to deliver an invitation to tonight’s masquerade on the shores of White Sand Lake at seven o’clock. We hope you will honor us with your presence.”
Unlike his previous words, Delft now spoke with formal elegance, like a dignified butler from a wealthy noble house.
This time, Marlon could not simply decline as before.
Refusing directly would be tantamount to slapping Secretary of State Augustin von Newvently across the face—an unwise move.
Though he claimed he only wanted to quietly be a “writer of adult fairy tales,” Marlon knew well that building his orphanage and retirement home required more than just steady investment.
To succeed, he also needed the powers-that-be—the government system—not to actively obstruct him.
“I’ll attend,” Marlon said, taking the masquerade invitation with both hands.
What kind of power must he attain to freely refuse such things? Even when the person offering it is a high-ranking Secretary of State…
That thought rose in Marlon’s mind: Sooner or later, I’ll become strong. Strong enough to reject any social obligation at will. Strong enough that no one dares disturb my life lightly.