This BL Novel Is Ruined Now - Chapter 241

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Chapter 241

Translator: Yonnee

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“Being able to become anything means… I can transform into whatever I want?”

—Yes. But it requires a lot of training. After all, it’s an extraordinary power.

“Extraordinary power?”

—Mm… It’s a blessing from Chadarr, but it’s a power that exists outside the rules of this world.

“If that’s true…”

Maybe then, with Bharan’s shadow—that is, the ‘transformation’ ability—she could overcome the Goddess’s Compassion artifact.

‘I’ve never succeeded in transforming before, so I’m not confident.’

But what else could she do when that was the only lifeline?

“Alright, let’s try it.”

According to Tria, the first emperor and child of the primordial dragon, the keyword for transformation was ‘chaos’.

‘Now that I think about it, my hands and feet changed only when my mind was in turmoil.’

It was during a period when her own values were shaken due to Lehman, and the space Carly had taken her to was dreamlike and surreal.

“Umm…”

Furrowing her brow in concentration, Reina eventually groaned and bowed her head deeply.

“How can I create that level of chaos?”

Tria had said it didn’t necessarily need to be ‘serious’ chaos.

—Chantra created quite humorous situations when he used that ability. Hmm… one time, that kid was seriously pondering over which of two necklaces that’s best suited to wear.

“…That’s the condition for transformation?”

—If that kid genuinely felt confused about which one to choose, saying both looked great, it worked.

“……”

It was a bizarre example, but it helped her grasp the context.

“But I don’t have anything that could confuse me to that extent right now…”

What’s there to say. Lately, the choices given to her had clear preferences. It was just that the hardships following those choices were overwhelming.

She couldn’t recall ever being genuinely torn in a situation of having to choose between two options.

“Ah, seriously… If only there were conflicts like ‘dipping’ or ‘pouring’ sauce in this world…”

Wait a minute.

“Do I really need to be considering a situation that’s feasible in my situation right now?”

That means… Could dipping versus pouring also work?

“……”

Honestly, it felt forced, and if it did work, it would seem rather ridiculous and trivial.

But was that important right now? She needed to get out of here first.

“Right.”

With a decision made, she exhaled sharply.

Fortunately, since her reincarnation, she had been consistently making dishes from her previous life, and sweet and sour pork often appeared on the list.

“It was a relief that the ingredients were relatively easy to get.”

Reina closed her eyes, recalling the trivial yet important debate she had shared with Paul over her homemade sweet and sour pork.

“The pouring method where the batter absorbs the sauce and blends deliciously is tasty.”

But how can you give up dipping, which lets you enjoy the crispness of the batter and the freshness of the sauce simultaneously?

Well, in the end, she always ended up eating half-dipped, half-poured.

“But now, I have to choose only one.”

There was no middle ground. Her choice now would determine her dipping versus pouring sauce for her whole entire life from now on.

“Yes. The choice I make will become the only way to enjoy sweet and sour pork in this world.”

With that mindset, she began to deliberate.

The futile debate started with the stance that she’d rather die than not pour the sauce.

“Do you know how delicious it is when the fried batter softens slightly as it absorbs the sauce? That’s a harmony you can’t achieve by dipping.”

However, the counterargument for dipping was valid too.

“What are you talking about? That’s only applicable if you haven’t fried it properly.”

Perfectly fried sweet and sour pork doesn’t need to ‘soften’!

“The perfectly crispy-on-the-outside and juicy-on-the-inside fried pork is so tasty.”

Then another self within Reina exclaimed.

“You don’t understand, the original sweet and sour pork was meant to be eaten mixed with the sauce!”

If that’s the case, might as well say you dip noodles in sauce too?

“Um… when you put it that way, that does make sense…”

Thus, the two personas argued vehemently, fostering chaos within her.

Then suddenly.

“Huh?”

Wasn’t a numb sensation starting to spread around her hands!

“Wow… it seriously worked?”

Right, the very notion of transformation was a far-fetched hope to begin with.

But who would have thought it would actually work?

“Huh… to think that an issue I’ve been agonizing over for months would be resolved so anticlimactically.”

It seems that people only come up with innovative solutions when pushed to their limits.

“No, but still, finding a breakthrough through a dipping versus pouring debate is just too bizarre.”

However strange it may be, the given situation must be maximally utilized to escape from here.

So she refocused on the debate.

“Both the dipping and pouring arguments are valid.”

After experiencing such ridiculous internal conflicts several times, her hands began to pixelate like a breaking screen.

“That time my hands turned into a monster’s, it was because I thought of myself as a monster.”

Does that mean it depends on how I see myself now?

Observing her body, which had already begun to transform, Reina pondered.

“What would be appropriate?”

A creature that blends in with this space, can move freely, and is somewhat cute and small, but won’t be senselessly beaten to death like a cockroach would.

Biting her lip nervously, she finally seemed to find a suitable target and her eyes widened.

“Right! Yes, that! That’ll work!”