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'Aaaaahhhh...!

　The boy's brain refuses to understand the current situation in front of him. Still, he can't look away.
　The twin eyes of a monster staring at him.

　The sight of his sister's disfigured form made the boy's stomach churn with fear.
　It's as if even his body refuses to see the scene in front of him, and it's just sickening.

'In one complete way, our wish has come true. We died once, but it was a trivial matter. We have turned the concept of life on its head.

　The old man's voice, which seemed to be snatched away, reverberated through the room in a loud voice. And the researchers applauded the researcher without paying any attention to the boy.

　The price for destroying the research stain was the blunder that derailed the study itself. To make up for it, a new study was conducted here, and this is the moment it came to fruition.
　The amount of magic that cannot be quantified. The fact that the experiments using Kronos have shown results to this point proves that the failed works discarded by the research so far were not in vain, even though the research goal was diverted.

　Without the support of the government, it would not have been possible to mass-produce fossils and keep them hidden for a long time.

　He was lucky to have seen the light of day before the destruction site was full.

　The old man, who was probably in charge of this research, looked at the results of his research with a look of satisfaction and said, "Sixty years of hard work, indeed, but we still have a long way to go. Our goal is the new evolution of the human race," he said with deep emotion.

　The old man turned around, tossing his wrinkle-stained white coat, and finally saw the boy. There was a crazy smile coloring his mouth, as if he had found a new guinea pig.

''Well, how will the blood connection affect us? It's interesting ... why I won't leave you alone. Don't worry, it will be fine. You will be just as successful as your sister.

　With a bouncy voice now, the old man only smiled evilly at the boy, but the boy had already dropped his empty eyes like a shell to the cold floor.
　His mouth just mumbled and emitted something on the partition like a broken doll. There was no meaning or intent there, just a broken one.


　The old man gently instructs the researcher as if to comfort the poor child.
　He holds his sides, and a thick needle sticks into his arm, and even that doesn't make the boy twitch his expression.

...

　The effects of the liquid struck to the boy as his head drooped sluggishly began to show more effect than expected. It gave the boy a reaction that no one expected, an intense pain.
　Even if he abandoned his thoughts, the pain transmitted to his brain hurt his body without question. It's as if the body is being remade at the same time as it refuses to do something, as if it's going to fall apart.

　My right arm makes a strange movement against my will, and the researcher rushes to hold it down.

'This is the first time it's worked. Keep the data.'
Yes, yes....

　The old man remonstrated with the researcher and gave him a precise instruction.

"Observe the process. Throw him into the reinforced bulkhead.

　The boy's ears were snatched away as if he was listening to the hustle and bustle around him through a filter. Still, the next emotion that arose was an irresistible hatred.
　An unquenchable anger at those who ridiculed his heroes. He couldn't forgive them for taking away his entire life and his naivety.

　His right arm, which had been stabbed with something, turned black just like his sister's as it was immersed in the liquid, and his body remade itself in waves across his skin. But the boy didn't fight it, and swung it around with force.
　A large adult grabbed him, but the fine resistance sent the adult soaring lightly into the air.

　His heart ached, his eyes ached, he was ugly, and he wanted to get his sister back.
　The boy turned his gaze, carrying only killing intent, to one old man.

''........!　What's with those eyes....

　The old man, whose only expression was curiosity, looked at the bright blue eyes in the boy's eyes and felt goosebumps run down his body.

I want my Latifah back. No one was born to be your plaything," he said. I want my sister I want my hero back!

　The world he saw was terribly clear and at the same time projected countless amounts of information into his vision. Even if he couldn't understand what it was, he knew how to handle it. It didn't matter why it was there.
　As long as it correctly reflected the boy's emotions, anything would do.

　Anything that would grant the helpless boy his one wish.


　The researcher who was blown away from both sides of the room got up and held out his hand to draw a glow of magic.
　The researcher who was holding the boy on the other side had already broken away.

'Don't kill him. We're witnessing human evolution now. If we can't get a lick of it, we'll have a lifetime of disgrace.
Yes, sir. But it's not safe to have a limb.
Mm, I forgive you.

　With the old man's permission, the researcher tried to emit a magic. However, as a result, it was never constituted as magic.

　In the boy's eyes, before it was magic, everything had been converted into data and finished the deciphering stage. A vast amount of data etched into his brain. However, how to deal with it would come into view on its own.

　The magic formula in the eyes rewrites the magic structure of the opponent.

　The man who was holding out his arm doesn't have time to look at his hand and notice anything strange. I'm not going to be able to get it right.

''Gyaaah!

　Fresh blood was sprinkled on the ground, but the boy heard the exclamation and remembered it. That's what the world was all about, he thought.
　And the boy understood in a single analysis what magic was all about.

　How to handle it, all of it was palpable.

　However, his right arm was unusually hard and blackened and discolored. He had a vague inkling that what flowed through his body was never blood. Still, it was not a hindrance in the midst of the rage.

　It was as if the boy moved his hands on a trial basis.
　In the blink of an eye, the researcher is twisted out of parts of his body. He restricts its composition as magic to coordinates only, and reconfigures the coordinates space by space as soon as it is expressed.
　The boy had a quick idea, but the boy had learned the art of breaking the human body through experience.


　The last remaining old man let out an unspeakable moan and walked up to the boy as if clinging to him. It was exactly the kind of action that was only motivated by a desire to seek only knowledge.
　He let the dead branch's hand touch the boy's cheek as he folded his knees and clung to it.

'Wonderful....'

　The old man stared back at the boy's disdainful gaze without objection, his eyes haunted by something until the end.

　The boy's sword flashed and he moved his feet, leaving his arms behind as if nothing had happened.
　Only a thump on the floor behind him sounded in the silence, and the boy didn't care about the pool of blood that stuck to his foot.

　Then the boy broke his knee in front of the container where Latifah was to be placed.

''I'll heal you right away.................''

　He didn't let the glint in his eyes fade, but he began to analyze the arm he was staring at on his own.
　It wasn't hard to analyze the foreign object, but the boy didn't know what to make of it. The only thing that appealed to him was that there was something in there that wasn't him, his eyes appealed to him.
　So began the intense battle to rewrite the information from scratch.



　A long time later, I closed all the bulkheads as research, and a lonely castle of one person and a hero.
　He looked through all the material here and struggled to understand it.

　Only, the boy has rewritten some, important something with a huge amount of information by tweaking his composition.
　He had taken over the research alone, and he seemed to have lost what he was even aiming for.
　Touching the surface of the container, he was a boy, and he spat softly at the monster.

'I'll show you how to change the world no matter what anyone says...............I have to create something that will change things soon.

　The boy wondered at the words even though he said them himself, but the slightest discomfort may often be something he can't notice.