Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

"Why... why is that... why..."

With a bump and a grunt, Emily-Grant was walking early on the road leading to the university research building with cuttlefish and loud noises. The blue-eyed eyes swim around restlessly to see if they are visibly circling the thought, and the mouth bites the thumbnails with crunch and haste to show the inner frustration and agitation.

- Emily-Grant

Blonde sidetail, cat-like hanging eyes, and a girl with a white coat trademark. He is a leading researcher who has already presented several highly regarded papers to Percival University, one of the UK's leading research facilities in pharmaceutical relations, making him a genius who made admissions at the age of eleven.

At the beginning of his enrollment, his age and the results of his exams had not flown away, so he received a lot of attention, a small amount of motivation and a kind of treatment for the tumor. Therefore, still young, she had a habit of keeping her inner heart out of the surface by putting up walls by vanity, will and clarity of face.

Because she is such a girlfriend, it is rare that she can't even afford to hide her inner thoughts of upset and impatience, as she is now, and some of the students who look dazzling on campus are making her eyes squeeze.

Emily, however, immersed in her heart and completely unaware of the strange or unusual gaze of the students around her, hacked me back into a melody that sounded unexpectedly from her little girly pochette.

Emily stopped without worrying about the sidetail pretending to be, as she panicked a little, she explored the pochette and took out the smartphone she was looking for.

"Yes, it's Emily. Doctor, is it?

'Oh, it's me, Emily. Where are you now? Are you home yet? Have you seen the news this morning?

Professor Reginald Down, a teacher who usually doesn't even look good in his fifties and has a favorable atmosphere, sailed the question early, just like Emily earlier, with a voice that confused impatience and confusion.

Professor Down is a professor at this Percival University and head of the laboratory to which Emily belongs. With short black hair with gray hair, a slightly spread body on the side, thick glasses, and the appearance of using an old xel, "Professor" and so on, in fact, when I say simply "Professor" at this Percival University, most students think of Professor Down.

It's because he looks "no matter what," but more than that, he's a very good educator. Not that Professor Down himself has great merit, but many of his teachers are leading researchers who have made a great contribution to society, and everyone keeps their mouths shut. "Professor Reginaldo-Down is his mentor".

The high level of competence as an educator would be obvious given the status of professor and the fact that he is given a laboratory, even if he has not had any particular results in the Society, and the fact that everyone else in the professorship at the university has a glance.

"No, soon, we'll get to the lab. And the teacher?"

"Me too, I'm almost in the lab. Looks like you've already seen the news, huh?

"Yes, Seniors Hedrick and Lissy were with us. The two are in touch with the other seniors. I left home one foot away."

'Right...... So, they're all coming to the lab, right?

"Yes, when I picked up Seniors Rhode, they said Seniors Hedrick would be coming to the lab as soon as possible."

'Okay. Let's talk more about it in the lab, then.... Emily, I'm sorry. I'm sure you were very anxious. Even though there was a society gathering, I'm sorry I couldn't get him home yesterday'

Emily's tear glands are about to be decimated in an instant by Professor Down's labored, heartfelt words.

Emily's home is a long way from this university. To fulfill my dream, I was eleven years old, single, traveled to my parents, and entered the dorm at the same time as college enrollment.

Initially, the gaze of curiosity about a young genius girl, the heartless whispering, the whispering, the glitching, the kind of treatment for a tumor, also said, "Me, I'm here to study! Absolutely, I'm fine. Shit," Emily said, "but the strength of such a girl can't keep her exhausted heart that long on a lonely day when her family and loneliness apart only go back and forth between college and dorm.

Having an unplanned brain, but therefore, from an early age, I was somewhat accustomed to the excessive expectations and special treatment around me, but my parents' educational policies, and deep affection, which made me care to live a life no different from that of an ordinary child, developed the same sensitivity as a very ordinary girl to Emily in such an environment.

That's why Emily's limitations were... close, not just to talking, but only to what was left at hand and her parents' letters that were bound to be delivered once a week.

Such a scream raised by a young heart, one day, was inadvertently stopped.

- If it's okay, why don't you stay home?

It was the one who spoke that way, Professor Down. Only to be hailed as the best educator at Percival University, his house is a mansion for the price of being in a quiet residential neighborhood. Professor Down, who lost his wife early due to illness and was not blessed with children, is making many students homestay because of circumstances and not too financially affordable, laughing bitterly that it is a lonely thing to use a whole house alone.

There was just a vacancy in the room, and Professor Down, who at the time could not see the eggs of the young researcher attending his lecture still about to crumble, said so and reached out to Emily.

I have many brothers and sisters at home. It's almost more like a family than a homestay. Let's have dinner together, study together, and make college-school memories together.

Professor Down's words became an irreplaceable treasure for Emily.

"Emily? What's up? Are you okay? '

"... it's okay, Doctor. Thank you."

Four years since I started staying home. It hasn't changed, and it still breaks my heart in this way, as if against my real daughter. For Emily, she also equals the other father. Karl-Grant and others, the real father, are so vegan and regrettable that they "took the role of father".

This morning at Professor Down's house, I found my mind, disturbed by the shocking news I saw as Hedrick and Lissy, calmed down softly.

Emily told worried Professor Down again that she was fine, hung up the call, and now walked out to the lab with a firm foothold.

A large facility on the premises of Percival University - a research facility. In one of the rooms in Building C, there was severe air.

I am here with Professors Down and Emily, the heads of this lab, and down-class students who are homestaying at Professors Down's house as well as Emily - Hedrick-Wesk, Lissie-Ashton. In addition, it's Rodo-Hurst and Dennis-Litton, students in the same down class.

"What, is that a coincidence? Huh? Right?

A good-looking but light-hearted atmosphere, Rod mouths a hopeful observation with a rare but convulsive look.

A self-proclaimed feminist, he has the character to look like he can't help but speak up with a girl, but at the same time he's a classroom moodmaker, and when this kind of serious air flows, he starts by tapping a light mouth to soothe the ground.

But he, too, seemed to lack the usual light mouth on the boulder when he saw the news this morning, picked up from the net flowing into the PC's display.

Do you think there are many causes of this phenomenon? At this time, too?

Dennis argues without even hiding his bitter expression as he quickens up his glasses with his middle finger. A shirt with buttons tightly closed to the neck, and eyeglasses, in short, cut hair. Down classroom without going against his appearance. Seriously, he often engages in a shopping verbal fight with Rod on the selling word, but this objection was clearly different from the usual signal of the start of the war.

Because I can see that, Rod, too, has the same look on his face as Dennis and shuts his mouth.

"Rapid muscle hypertrophy, unusual resilience, irrational speech and behavior... I don't know about diseases or medications that develop these symptoms." Except that... "

To Hedrick's hard words, Emily, who was beside him, shook her body bickly. Hedrick is a senior who stayed home long before Emily came to the Down family and is equal to her real brother who supports Emily, both at home and in college.

Hedrick's was also, initially, far-winded because he didn't know how to deal with young genius girls, but he's been cute like his real sister ever since, knowing Emily was a very normal sensitive girl outside of that brain because of her homestay.

It was a well-known fact among members of Down Class and close friends that Emily meant equalhedric when she simply said "seniors".

Emily shuddered like a frightened kitten when she spawned "that" in the words of a senior whom Emily sincerely admired and trusted. Hedrick immediately realized it and said, "I'm sorry, Emily. I'm not blaming you," he strokes Emily's head with a gentle gesture.

"Baccaric, watch your language. My sister is delicate."

"No, Lissy. I'm not your sister."

"Sharrap! Or just stroke it too far! Look, Emily, come to your sister?

If only Emily had been caressed by Hedric! And Lissie, who took it away and held it against her own chest, "It's okay - because you have a sister on you -" comforts Emily as if she were a good girl to be a little girl.

To the boulder, I was also sixteen years old and I was ashamed to treat it, and I forgot the serial vibe and said, "Hey, sister Lissy! Stop treating me like a child! You're embarrassed!", Emily escapes Lissy's chest.

Lissie, who shrugs her long red hair together and drips it loose from her shoulders forward, is a very caring and affectionate woman, although her words and actions are tight. Synchronized with Hedrick, he's homestayed at the Down family from the same place, and he's actually in love with Hedrick.

Initially, there was something about Emily and Hedrick who cared, and Emily and I had a giddy relationship, but Emily was gradually relieved of her hard work in pursuing her dreams, and now she was totally Emily Emily's sister.

Emily, too, knows Lissy's love heart, so I tease her from time to time to say, "I wish I could marry you soon," etc., but every time she dyes her face bright red, she's a cute woman, so much so that she has something to do with Emily, who is the same sex, all the time.

The sidetail, which is now Emily's trademark alongside the white coat, is also something I've never told anyone, but imitated from my desire to be a kind and cute woman like Lissy. However, it's kind of embarrassing to be together at all, so I'm not draping it forward from my shoulders, I'm making it a sidetail.

in a room with only a little soothing air for the twinning of the two sisters. Professor Down, smiling at it, coughed up a little. That's all Emily and the others get their attention immediately. Even if they are soothing, they will not scorn the words of their beloved professor Down. His cough is a signal to switch loose consciousness.

"As Hedrick put it, there is no other phenomenon that does this to humans. There's nothing similar about it, but still, such dramatic changes - impossible. Eighty-nine, this is [H3-α4]."

Professor Down turned his gaze to the display again, affirming so. There, a man with a giant body covered in muscle armor was shown raging like an unreasonable beast.

The man doesn't even react as if to the voice of the cop stopping him, and when he takes the incredible action of snapping a street light that was nearby from that point on his body, he swings the broken street light with one hand and turns it into a scrap, for example, a police vehicle surrounding him.

To that outrage, the cops started firing simultaneously, but the man didn't even care for the bullet to wear his body when he roared, and he burst and kicked at an incredible rate by the shooting cop. A beaten cop draws a parabola into the universe like a joke. It's like a B-rated movie.

The shooter is a passerby who was on the spot by chance, and the footage seems to have been shot on a smartphone, and the footage is heavily skewed as the policeman escaped to a glance after blowing it up. Eventually, after a long enough distance, the shooter pointed the smartphone's camera at the scene again, while still repeating the "ohmigah".

Eventually, the time came as a scream and fury rose from there and the sound of the shooting echoed, a testament to the desperate response of the policemen.

All of a sudden, I wondered if the man who was raging had stopped and gagged on his knees as if the battery had died. And to the noisy scene, a fine distressed voice was raised as if he had been strangled by a big man.

Shortly after, a change appears in the big man. The armor and confusing muscles began to contract visibly. No, it might be more appropriate to describe it as "shriveling." The big man moaned in agony, covering his face with both hands as the people around him caught his attention, and when he shrunk his body to about a normal adult man, he let go of those hands as he cramped into small pieces.

The man's face peeking from it was entirely different from the previous senseless culprit, and belonged to a young man who made him feel mediocre, no, rather even tender, everywhere. The young man, for a moment, looked like he was going to cry - the next moment, he fell down with his hands covering his face with his agonizing voice again.

The fallen young man's body instantly shriveled, losing water, deep wrinkles carved, losing meat and skin and bones began to float, and then, as it were, stopped moving.

The cops look at each other and nod at each other, carefully approaching the youth. And when I made sure that there was no reaction even when I spoke, I paid for the arm of a young man who was stiff with his face covered with his legs, and screamed and then retreated.

That would be irresistible, too. Earlier, the young man's face, peeking for a moment, dried up as if it were a mummy, so that he could see and see.

The news tells of this unusual incident with a severely seemingly new breed of germs or caused by drugs.

"But, Doctor. How could that be outside...... In the first place, we were the only ones who knew it existed... even though we managed it in a decentralized and rigorous way by storing it."

Question of Emily's squeezed out voice. Besides, the fact that the members of the lab were trying not to think about it brings neck.

- [H3-alpha4]

That's the name of a drug that was coincidentally produced from Emily's research.

Emily's research lies in creating a special effect for Alzheimer's disease. It is the cause of the slight change in Emily's grandmother, who was calm, gentle and loved, and the reason Emily decided to enroll in college at just eleven years of age, a problem in an area many researchers have yet to reach, as well as Emily's life work.

Professor Down and Hedrick and the rest of the graduate students were working together on that study, and the spindle was placed in terms of regenerating the dead neurons. It is also the path that many researchers have taken in the past.

[H3-alpha4] was born in the course of that study. If taken, the muscles become instantly enlarged with repeated collapse and regeneration, instantly recovering any trauma due to the superactivity of the cells.

Of course, there are disadvantages. At the price of rapid physical strengthening, we lose reason and life. A small amount of inoculation would keep it for about a week to ten days, but if the cells were inoculated to a limit amount critical to withstand too rapid activation and self-destruct, they would die without keeping it for an hour instead of acquiring a regenerative force incomparable to the former.

Emily and the others initially thought that the dramatic effect of this [H3-alpha4], or the path to special effects, could be paved, but neither the rapid activation nor the breakdown of reason could be stopped, and when they saw the ferocious rats, they decided to keep this thoroughly secret if it was too dangerous.

The data were distributed, the drugs themselves were also disguised, each stored in a different location and kept under strict control.

Therefore, there can be no such thing as drugs being stolen. In the first place, the very existence of [H3-alpha4], because the only person who knows it is a member of the down class. Except for the members who are here now and some who were unable to gather immediately because they were not convenient.

"... Hey, Jessica and Sam, what's wrong with Milo? Even those guys should know the news, right? Why aren't you here? Could it be those guys..."

"Stop it, Rod. Don't doubt your people in this situation."

Professor Down stopped Rod from talking about the possibility that everyone was intentionally avoiding. Everyone sees Professor Down with an anxious look on his face.

"There are as many possibilities as there are. We're in" down class, "right? Emily's talent even resonates with the Society on the contrary at this university, and it's a well-known fact that my proud teachers are all very good. Or maybe someone who came to steal something else, by chance, stole it knowing that [H3-alpha4] existed, or maybe, by chance, that's what he appropriately stole. Don't scorn the possibility of researchers, whatever it is."

To Professor Down's words, Rod scratches his head with a bumpy looking face, and Rod rebels when Dennis says he hates it. But the reward was the usual air, and there was no indication that a suspicious demon had arisen there.

"So... Doctor. What are we going to do... After all, should I go to the police?

Ask Professor Down for advice so Hedrick can return to the subject. Professor Down put his arms together and roared "uhm" for a while before eventually raising his face resolutely.

"My suggestion, dare I say, we should keep this matter a secret"

"Aren't you going to tell the police?

"Oh. No, we'll have to talk about it eventually. But right now, I think the priority is to make an antidote to [H3-alpha4] as soon as possible. If it were to be a circumstantial inquiry about such an unusual drug, it would take the appropriate amount of time. It's a waste of time."

"So, but, Doctor. [H3-alpha4] is…"

"Right. Indeed, no technique has been found to stop activation...... But you had some approaches you hadn't tried yet. The research on [H3-alpha4] talked about destroying the data, the drugs, but isn't it too late to try that approach first? It's not necessarily that the second or third dose doesn't show up more than it has spilled out. At that time, the magnitude of the damage will vary depending on whether there are any antidotes."

To Professor Down's suggestion, Emily desperately suppresses the urge to destroy all of her research data and drugs as soon as possible, and Hedrick and the others nod, "Sure, even after trying..."

"Emily. I know exactly how you feel about just losing that one from the world. Same goes for me. But we have a responsibility to create it. Then we should do what we can before we lose fear and lose everything. Didn't I?

"… sir. Yes, no, it's not, it is. I know it's very unlikely... but if you just try..."

To Emily's painful look, Professor Down also slightly distorted her expression and stroked Emily's head with her usual gentle hand.

In the end, as a policy for the future, each member of the Down Classroom moves to do what they can by deciding on the [H3-alpha4] approach to antidotes that have spilled out, and the secrecy to the outside world, and the pause to members of the Down Classroom who are not here.

"So? I'd like to hear more about it. Can't you talk to me?

As of two days after members of Down Classroom decided to keep the medicine secret and continue the research, Emily and the others were preceded by two men in suits. The two are cops, and a case brought by a [Berserk case] - [H3-alpha4] user - called that in the news - came to the investigation two days ago.

As for why the police arrived at Emily and the others in just two days, they said there was a sag in everything, and as for Emily and the others, it was a totally unexpected raid visit. I even learned that guilt. What was the decision...

Emily turns her gaze to Professor Down to ask for help. Professor Down had a difficult look with his arms around him,

"Nothing, you can get a warrant and find out if there's any exemplary drugs, right? If the drug is found, well, I think there's a dozen or nine, but if it stays that way, we're going to arrest the teachers as mad researchers who experimented with people who had nothing to do with their research."

"I'm not kidding! You can't do that!

Emily screams at the words of a police officer who can no longer stand it. The eyes of a middle-aged police officer glistened for a moment.

"So you admit that the drug itself exists, right?

"Oh, well, that's..."

As soon as he shook his head in such a way that Professor Down beside him had no choice but to tell Emily that [H3-alpha4] existed. Along with the fact that they were stolen and that they were in a hurry to make antidotes and didn't contact them.

"... shall we listen to the department in detail before deciding whether the story is true"

"I thought that would happen, so I didn't report it. Detective, please understand that I can't. Could you wait just one more week? of some of the approaches I'm taking right now, at least until I get results along the way. Alternatively, antidote possibilities may emerge"

"Don't be too unscrupulous, Doctor. I don't care how much you're a college teacher with status and honor, but you're the most important reference in the case of many casualties? I'd like you to guess how considerate this one is at a time when you wish to accompany the suspect at will, rather than even calling him a suspect."

"It's..."

Makes a look like Professor Down chewed up about a hundred bitters. Seeing Professor Down like that, the middle-aged police officer smiled slightly at his mouth for some reason. And he turned that gaze toward Emily, who was anxiously wandering his gaze next to Professor Down, and said he only wanted to talk to Emily because it was okay on this occasion.

The middle-aged police officer replies that he wants to hear Professor Down, who has a question as to why, her story, which is the backbone of drug development, is in a place without parents.

"Is it inconvenient for me... to have a guardian?

"I ask the other way, even if it's inconvenient without a teacher on?

If they give that back, they can't even say no from Professor Down, who claims they just stole the drugs. Professor Down seemed worried but had to obey, both because Emily said "It's okay, Doctor" to her temper.

Emily and two police officers face each other in the room where Professor Down left.

"Now, hey, it's hard to believe, is it true that your daughter is the developer of that monster transformation drug?

As soon as the professor was gone, the courteous attitude disappeared beautifully until just now, when a middle-aged police officer suddenly asks while taking out a good cigarette. Everything makes people uncomfortable because of the hair and loose ties that have been retreating for a long time, and the appearance of a good suit. The slightly younger looking man, who seemed to be his partner, who was taking notes very fondly next door, also pointed a worthy gaze at Emily.

To the two suddenly changed atmospheres, Emily manages to dress as calm, even though she feels a little scared, a void that she wears irrevocably at the beginning of school.

"Yes, it is. I developed it. I mean, coincidentally, I've done it,"

"Huh. You're surprised. You know, isn't that the whole movie world? Really, I've been a long detective of having drugs that make people such monsters, but I've never even heard of them."

"... what do you want?

For some reason, Emily's offense index soars to middle-aged police officers laughing at Niyanya. Are you even enjoying reading Emily's insides like that, the police officer said something incredible the next moment.

"Give us all the data on that drug."

"What?"

I wonder what this guy is talking about, Emily's eyes dot. The middle-aged police officer continued, whining troublesomely at Emily like that, "You're a bad guesswork for telling me you're a genius or something," etc.

"If it's such an unusual and nice pill, he'll have as many of them as he wants. It will be good money. So I'm telling you to give me all the data."

"Behold, what are you saying!? You, the police officer!? You know what you're talking about!?

"You're a gagger and a annoying little lady. You've been a cop for a long time, and you go around with a lot of delicious stories. Lady, do you know how much a police officer's salary is? Funny, huh? I'm dying for that kind of money. We have to take care of the fringe with the money we patrolled. We should have been allowed to do this much good, right?

There's no way. I don't know about the payroll of police officers, but still, they can't all be the same as the men in front of them, whose mission is to protect citizens and apprehend criminals. These guys are so-called corrupt cops and bad cops! and Emily found out who they were with her knowledge of drama and movies.

"You can't be forgiven. This is because I tell other police people! I'll never give you the medication data! Go home now!

To Emily, who stood up with a bah and hoisted her eyes like a threatening cat, a middle-aged police officer clasped her shoulders as if dealing with a deafening child.

"Well, then, I guess all the teachers and other graduate students will pull around for no harm and no murder."

"Huh..."

"I told you. You want me to guess how much you take into account?

"Oh, hi, coward."

Besides, Emily exasperates at middle-aged police officers who threaten to listen if they don't want Professor Down and Hedrick and the others arrested for wrongdoing. I even get feelings of hatred for the bad guys in police officers' skins who have taken hostages important, important people equal to their families.

The middle-aged policeman rose to say that the story was over when he flushed his shoulders with no sign of Emily's reaction intentionally.

"Make your decision early, will you? An important family, or a pill, huh?

……

I can't tell you anything. Put Emily down, the police officers left the room behind. Instead, it was Professor Down and the Hedricks who came in with a worrying look.

Professors Down notices Emily's unusual appearance and asks what happened. That's how I looked stunned by the answer I got back from Emily.

"What, what, that! Why should we be threatened? I don't know what that means!

"Relax, Rod"

"This will calm you down! Dennis, you're not angry!?

"It's up to you to stand, idiot Rod. But what if we're not cool? If our precious sister was threatened and we were horny, that would be what they think."

"Oh, that's, yeah, but..."

Rod shook his fist with remorse and Dennis, who exhales but desperately suppresses his inner wrath.

Neither Hedrick nor the others have been able to hide their upset at the exact situation of being blackmailed by the police. In the meantime, Professor Down opened his mouth, which seemed to be meditating and circling his thoughts.

"I have a hand in telling other police about this... but I don't know how many of their people I have. At the moment, I can't say it's a good hand. Worst of all, we're the only ones arrested and threatened with being separated from Emily. You can't leave Emily alone right now."

"Right. But if so, what do we do... they'll be back soon to hear back?

Hedrick worries and asks Professor Down. The professor seemed to have the answer as to whether the boulder should be called the merit of the year.

"Let's get in touch with the Sheriff's Department. With this case so far exposed, it is no longer a level of secrecy. Due to the dangers of [H3-alpha4], it is likely that the Security Department will also move"

"I see...... The system is different from that of the police. With the protection of the Sheriff's Department, we can't help the police."

Nodded as Hedrick was convinced. Lissy and Dennis snort at each other wondering if they have any more hands. Only Emily, however, remained bent over with a difficult look.

"Emily, it's okay. Whatever happens, I'll make sure we do something."

"Sister Lissy...... yeah, thanks"

To Lissy's words holding herself together to reassure her, Emily returns a thank you as she buries her face in her chest.

But Emily's anxiety swirling in her chest seemed to be getting darker and darker, rather than lessened by her trusted sister's words. I don't feel like that, like something fatal is coming up in footsteps with a hitahita, something bigger, something that's entwined by unpleasant signs.

Emily looks anxiously at Professor Down's back contacting the Sheriff's Department that that crawling ominous hunch will be real, she still doesn't know.