Kuro no Maou

My name is F-0081.

"Ha... you can't do this. Disposal"

The first word I was ever born with was that.

My creator's name is Lily. Absolutely obedient, Your Majesty Lily.

When I was born and woke up, I was staring at Master Lily's disappointed expression from among the ether pods for the manufacture of homunculus.

I'm sorry I was born.

I am merely a defect, not having the functionality that Master Lily requires.

I am honored that garbage like mine, which serves no purpose, has given me more immediate orders to dispose of it than Master Lily.

I will execute the order immediately.

"- Maybe it's time for Chrono to come."

When Master Lily crushes like that, the surroundings become noisy in Russia.

What the hell happened? When it comes to the basic information I have, it falls under the category I combat placement.

For us, helping Lily to fight is a top priority and the greatest honor.

Already like me, the artificial humans (homunculus) created by Master Lily have begun to prepare for battle with their weapons in their hands.

No, not exactly, me and them.

With weapons, they are authentic and flourishing products that can help Master Lily. By contrast, I am a defect to be disposed of as soon as possible. Speaking in the same line would be an insult to them and to Master Lily.

Therefore, I go in a different direction from them because of my own disposition, which is my only imposed mission.

The destination is the Fusion Reactor.

It is a huge furnace that breaks down organic matter and converts it into ether. Even garbage like mine, by entering here, can be turned into trace amounts of ether energy, without any waste, to help Master Lily.

But the fusion reactor was stopped.

Apparently, in the current battle, all the ethers on board are being used and the Fusion Reactor, which is just a recycling facility, is temporarily cut off energy for operation.

Then I will wait on this occasion until reboot.

……

Why am I a defect?

There were no post-completion physiological tests, no performance tests, just a glimpse of me, and Master Lily had been decided to dispose of it.

This means that my very appearance is a serious defect.

Normal homunculus is set at a physical age equal to twenty years of age, uniform in appearance, and remains less than 1% difference in appearance and performance. This normal type meets more than a certain level of combat capability and versatility.

But the physical age adapted to me is the equivalent of fourteen. The immature body will be significantly inferior in combat, generic and both respects. It is the body of a small, vulnerable child, but only the chest is much larger than the feminine normal type.

Bust sizes that are not commensurate with young physical age are not a manufacturing problem. My body is built faithfully as it is designed.

Sexaloid type.

They found out after I was done that I was not a normal type, but a sexaloid type specializing in sexual service.

At the same time as the normal type of mass production, Master Lilly also used a large amount of design data left in manufacturing facilities to prototype whether higher performance homunculus could not be made. I am one of the prototypes, manufactured by unknown design data in it.

And what Master Lily wants is an individual with combat ability or intelligence that transcends the normal type. It is only natural to be discarded, such as the sexaloid type, which is only a tool for sexuality processing.

Being a homunculus, I have no fear of 'death' or anything else. Instead, I can't wait to turn it into an ether that serves as energy. It is this waiting time, which remains garbage with no existential value, that was the hell for me.

It also comes to an end with less.

Looks like the battle is over. Fusion reactors were also supplied with ether again and started running.

I stepped out to stand in front of the waste intake and commit a throw suicide,

"- Oh, you were still there."

I hear Master Lily, and I stop my legs close.

Master Lily, who had taken several homunculus, was looking down at me from the upper floor, whether he was inspecting the ship or not.

Disposal is revoked.

"Yes."

The order has been updated.

Immediate acceptance.

But why, I...

"Chrono is sweet, so if you know, you'll be sad"

There must be no doubt about the order given. Well, speak up and ask the Lord, etc.

At the time of doubt, I am guilty of a reprehensible crime, but I have not even committed a major crime of asking back to Master Lily.

Yet Master Lily replied. You answered me.

"You can't let a failure like this make you look like a suicide. Well, fine, I've lost count, and I've never been able to use it as a manpower."

That's all I've left to say, and as I've completely lost interest and all, Master Lily left.

Orders were given. I am disposed of and incorporated into my normal business. First, head under the admin homunculus to get a specific role.

My body moves without hesitation.

But my head was Yippee to think about the meaning of Master Lily's words.

How could I be forgiven?

How was I allowed to live, a failing piece of defect inferior to any function, sexaloid?

Think, think, think - "Mercy," I figured it out, I understood.

Mercy of Master Lily. No, to be precise, Lord Chrono's mercy.

It was possible that Master Chrono felt pity for the disposition of me (Homunculus), the newborn. Therefore, with that in mind, Master Lily forgave me my raw.

I know who Master Chrono is. From the beginning, before its birth, its name is inscribed in the phase of writing the supreme command right, most important to Homunculus, both in the brain and in the soul.

Dedicating ourselves to Lily, Chrono and both is the mission of Homuncrus manufactured in this Shangri-La, and all of its existential significance. It is unacceptable to go against it. Nothing else, never forgive yourself.

The engraved power of order, its priority in itself, was superior to Master Lily.

However, Master Lily took precedence over her own orders over Master Krono's will.

Dear Lily, who reigns at the apex as queen. who are willing enough to bend that order against such an absolute.

It must be a being called 'God'.

"... God"

You affirmed my abominable sexaroid existence as it were. I was allowed to live, as I am, and with the other homunculus I gave a noble mission.

God's mercy, God's love, the emotions held by those who touched it are neither joy nor gratitude - yes, this feeling is' faith '.

"My God. My husband (My Road)"

I am not a defect to be disposed of.

I am a servant of God (Simobe).

That's how I was finally able to acknowledge my existence on my own.

My name is F-0081.

Lily, the ruling queen and creator of us, said:

"For Chrono's sake, do your best."

Manufactured in Shangri-La and surviving the battle, all 113 homunculus, drooped their heads, knelt, and heard their lives.

"You are my tools. My hope is to make Chrono's wish come true. Be aware that all future orders are for Chrono, not for me."

"Jesus, My Princess!

Orders are faithfully executed.

But I'm sure I'm the only one who understands the honor of serving God named Krono.

One day, I wish I could understand that we all have a great existence, beyond mere orders, too.

"-F-0081, 30 seconds delay in finishing work"

"I'm sorry"

I'm the only one with faith in God, but the least performing of the 113 homunculus was me.

Deck cleaning of the spaceship Shangri-La. That's the assignment.

The cleaning work carried out by ten females, including me, is well shared. Nine of the same performers completed the cleaning of the assignment at the same time, but I was the only one who was 30 seconds behind.

My body is small. My chest is too big. However, even when it comes to cleaning, it becomes a handful and affects.

"Proposal to change the percentage of work-sharing to match the performance of F-0081. Do you accept?"

"Reject. Same division of work, please."

"But it is true that the performance of F-0081 is below ours"

"Always improve work efficiency. Only for a few moments, give me respite."

"... Got it. Rate performance improvements over the next week"

"Thank you"

Homunculus, if of the same type, has the same performance, but experience produces individual differences.

And Master Lily told me that she would value the growth caused by that experience. Roles can be determined by their respective incompetence and more efficient activities. And it is said that change will occur not only in terms of skill but also in terms of thought accordingly.

Thoughts, intelligence, etc. are also commendable for higher order independent actions. Therefore, if there are any opinions or hopes from Homunculus, they will be respected whenever possible.

That is also why my opinion was accepted.

"-F-0081, the hit rate is cutting 60%"

"I'm sorry"

Housekeeping and other chores in general still make no significant difference. When on the battle side, the performance difference becomes more pronounced.

"F-0081 only, continuing training. Continue until you score a hit rate of 70% or higher."

Copy that.

Combat training deals with ancient infantry armaments in Shangri-La. The standard weapon, the "EA Storm Rifle," for me in my child's body, is just a little bigger in size.

Small hands can't hold the grip off, and it's hard to just stand with short arms. If fired, the recoil is huge for the child's body and lacks stability. If you fire in a row, your big chest will shake in a blurb and you won't be able to maintain your projectile posture.

In the end, we were unable to score a hit rate of more than 70% by 24: 00, which is the available time for the exercise area, that day.

This does not even meet the minimum combat capability required as a homunculus soldier. Combat training requires particular effort.

……

To my clearly inferior performance, my mind feels unspeakable and unpleasant. Anxiety, fear, envy, like none, like none.

Homunculus, which continues to be produced daily, increases slightly, but steadily. And, depending on the passage of time, among the homunculus with various experiences, also began to emerge those who were recognized as outstanding in fulfilling their growth.

We, the best of the Homunculus, are the nine male soldier types called The Nine Doesn't Know (Nameless Nine), first created by Master Lily.

They are homunculus created as a soldier type for combat, with better physique and physical ability than the normal type, as well as magical aptitude. Not a single one of our Shangri-La homunculus has fought them with combat capability yet.

Each of the nine soldiers was named individually, and Master Lily has even gained a pseudo-personality by adjusting himself for a long time and gaining a variety of experiences, including in action.

And as if they had been evaluated for their overwhelming performance, they have given more cursed weapons than Master Chrono and are still allowed to possess them. To them, that weapon seems individualistic and, above all, proud. Exactly artifact.

Currently, they have named an adventurer party called 'Pixies' to demonstrate self-reliance in higher dimensions and perform the various tasks given to them by Master Lily.

The best after "Nine Unknown (Nameless Nine)" are M-0010 and F-0001. This homunculus was made in the first period in this Shangri-La. He is also one of the few survivors, having experienced the battle of the gods with Master Lily and Master Chrono. Almost all of the early lot homunculus soldiers who were growing died in battle by that battle. I joined Master Lily in her battle, so it's a battle death of honor without any more.

They were both normal type men and women, and what a deacon and maid they were appointed to work in the mansion where Master Lily lives.

The pride and joy of being able to serve the queen, Lady Lily, and the god, Lady Chrono, close by, are unimaginable. Furthermore, I hope that Master Chrono has given us the names' Sebastiano 'and' Rottenmeyer 'immediately.

But they have just the strength to be allowed that honorable sidekick. And I don't have that power right now. No, even if I had the strength, you wouldn't even be allowed to see me in an inappropriate way just to satisfy certain sexualities.

Whether you just want to work at the Mansion… or not, it's a good place to be familiar.

But still, I can't stop hoping that one day, too.

Dear Chrono, Still, I've never even seen my God - want to get a little closer to his existence.

"-F-0081, isn't the load limit exceeded?

"It's okay, no problem"

My job today is to help restore Distinyland, which is also our home town, by making it an important base for Master Lily.

By the battle of the gods, Distinyland, an entertainment facility called the amusement park, has suffered enormous damage. A third of the buildings in the land are collapsing. Mainly, they say it's at the hands of Master Lily.

I will build on the site of the collapsed attraction, carrying the steel of the materials for the construction of the new facility. The body is a child, but as a homunculus, it is built to give more power than man. So this level of material, even for me...

"F-0081, hands and feet are pulling."

"Problem, problem, problem..."

Still, my performance is not the norm type. We have to keep trying to fill in that difference at all. At least, to the extent that we carry less than this 200 km of material, we cannot raise the roots…

"General, most saluted. It's your husband (Lord)."

I don't know who said it. But the voice was heard, and no, and all the homunculus on the spot held hands, bending their knees, and drooling their heads.

Neither do I. I have no room to think about it and reflexively get that posture in place.

I bowed my head, and then finally, I understood the meaning of the word.

"Master Chrono is coming..."

There's only one person called your husband (Lord). And you're coming, which means you're coming. Here and now.

abruptly proclaimed, the coming of God. Before that fact, my chest is full of anticipation and tension, and my heartbeat grows.

"- Whoa, when you're awed like this, don't bother reacting the other way"

When I heard it was the voice of God, I knew it.

"Due to the thoroughness of Lily's orders to show respect to the Master"

"I need you to get back to work."

"Without Master Lily, if the Master calls, their chain of command threatens to cause confusion"

"Well, I better not say anything extra"

Right there, my God, right there.

I want to see it. At a glance. Look at that.

Oh, please, disrespectfully, forgive me for raising my face before God.

Slightly, head up, saw.

I saw it - that one, God. Dear Chrono,

……

Dark hair swaying in the wind, its appearance wrapped around black clothes.

From that moment I captured it in my sight, my head had turned bright white.

"- Resumption of work"

By the time I realized it, God had already left. It just seemed like we were passing nearby.

All this time, I should have known that I had been staring at that divine figure with all my heart and that I was no longer able to see it.

I can't move my body. Like the function completely stopped.

But only the sound of the heart sounds louder.

In my head, I just keep playing the footage I just saw over and over again.

Master Krono, I saw what a real god looks like...

"F-0081, what's up, get back to work"

……

Surrounded by unspeakable happiness and satisfaction, I fell.

Too much emotion to control my mind and body myself.

"F-0081, hang on, I'm calling a medic right now -"

Oh, I'm so happy right now.