Magi Craft Meister

Before Jen Double visited with Reiko, Berials.

No. 600012 was staring into his own hands.

It is the hand of the crop.

No, my whole body is a crop.

The skeleton is a reddish metal called orihalcon.

Muscle tissue belongs to Giganto Avrum, a demon. And the skin is synthetic.

The power source is the Magic Reactor, and the brain is the Magic Crystal.

"... this is how you can perpetuate your existence,? No, maybe it's something else at the earliest."

Six thousand twelve, whining in self-derision, turned his gaze upwards.

There is a round hole about 10 cm in diameter there.

"Did you find this base and infiltrate it, or what? That's a terrible skill."

The hole was vacated by the 'command' that used to come with the 'mini mole'. I cleverly had a lid on it so I couldn't see it, but I knew it as soon as I looked for it.

"... I want it. The technology."

No. 600012 squeezes with squeezing voices as he squeezes his hands together.

"… to complete the mission entrusted to my husband, until that day, I must remain present"

What he thinks is about Jin Nido.

I sensed a slight vibration, so when I went to check the room in question, I witnessed a very small golem disappear.

I looked it up and found a cleverly blocked round hole in the ceiling. That means we discovered this base at a depth of 3,000 meters.

Whoever the intruder was, he decided that the chances of coming again were not small, placed the fastest reacting golem and tried to capture it.

"Well, that worked."

Though captured once, he tried to find out and was escaped by a metastasis.

"I didn't know such a small golem could use metastatic magic. But could Jin Nido..."

Looks like Jen had information from somewhere that worked in the demonic realm.

"If he helps me, I can get a better performing body..."

I was waiting to send in the scouts again, but I didn't know if they were going to step on the same thing or not.

And look up at the ceiling. No, that gaze was directed towards space, far beyond the ceiling.

In an attempt to sigh, No. 600012 recalled that his body no longer needed to breathe.

"Well, not at all, these habits are something you'll never get out of."

The bitterly smiled 600012 left the living room and walked out the aisle.

"I wish I could have contacted you..."

"No one should know as much as possible," he also gave the order, and therefore, 600012 could not be taken even if he wanted to contact Jen.

But that's not the way it comes from over there.

So it was actually No. 600012, which I was eagerly awaiting to revisit the Shinobi Squad.

"We must continue to exist at all costs and fulfill our lives..."

That is the unexpected form… it is not long before it is done in an unexpected way.

in a room called a bathroom.

This is a room that cultivates an artificial human (homunculus) body based on Alshell, found by Ninja.

There are many bodies floating in thin blue liquid. Nevertheless, I can't feel life and so far I'm no different than just a chunk of meat.

Unless you use a "mental catalyst" for this and further process it, even though it is pseudo, life does not dwell.

What you're looking at is a shadow with a mask on the top half of your face. He is also 'No. 600012'.

"You don't feel so good."

There was a girl's voice.

"You were coming"

"Sort of. It's like me, and I still care."

"Is that what this is about?"

It was the brunette, red-eyed girl who spoke to 600012. It was definitely Arshel from "Puppet (Kutsuku)".

"Hey, when can you get me out there?

hissing a shapely brow, Arshel asked.

"I don't know yet. Now I can only say that if these bodies that you helped me with grew well and I could transcribe all of this consciousness."

"I've heard it many times, when will that be?

"It takes longer than I thought to grow. Well, we'll manage to get the prospect within the next year."

"Prospect..."

If Gloria sees it, she must think this is that (...) Arshell. So much so that Arshel here was quiet and not insane.

"So, is it working? I'm getting tired of taking care of Giganto Avrum..."

"I'm sorry. I've already gathered the necessary mental catalyst, so I can dispose of it..."

"... resistant to killing creatures without purpose," he said.

"Uhm."

No. 600012 nodded.

"That mental catalyst? kill tens of thousands of them to pick. I often say,"

"Because that was what I needed. And then the number of people killed was 329,5433."

"How long have you had it?"

"Don't be around 768."

"Oh, that's enough. That's not what I want to hear."

Always like this when I'm having a conversation with No. 600012, Arshel was sluggish.

"Damn it, even the soldiers who got lost last time were just helping out. People are good."

"Really? You're incarcerated because you don't like people knowing about this place, right? I'm thinking of sending her home sometime."

"That's the place where people are good, that's what I mean. If it disturbs you, you should dispose of it. You have the power to do that, don't you?

No. 600012 looked sinister.

"I told you I hate killing creatures. That's how my husband built it."

"Your husband, huh? Interested. You're our ancestor, aren't you?

"Um, because the fallen ones (Fallner), who were born when their masters exchanged with their fathers, were their direct fathers."

Arshel looked emotional.

"No matter how many times you ask me, I don't believe you, but you're not lying..."

"Ranri"

Alchel leans down. What comes in its chest is regret.

(It wasn't weird that he looked a little like the "Frenzy" family. We were all the same ancestors)

Born with the characteristics of a black-haired red-eyed, "frenzied" family, Arshel was a floating presence in the "puppet" family to which he belonged.

Alchelle, pointing it out and being swept away, twisted... flew out her family.

He crossed the Grand Gorge of Pazdext and came to the continent inhabited by man. It was easy for Alshell to use metastatic magic.

However, I tried to climb the mountain I noticed in good shape, but I was unconscious at the top of the mountain due to hunger, injuries caused by falling rocks along the way, bad weather and a drop in free magic (ether) concentrations.

but the magic reaction fortunately sensed No. 600012, which was helped by a transfer gate (warp gate). It was at this time that the hair decoration was dropped.

Alschel, helped by No. 600012, offered him his cooperation.

Providing hair to create artificial humans (homunculus). He then shared his knowledge with the born artificial man (Homunculus).

No. 1 was physically perfect but unstable in spirit.

I managed to educate him, and yet one day he suddenly disappeared with metastatic magic. Take a few Giganto Avrums.

This was the Arshell that Gloria met.

From then on, I began to adjust man-made humans (homunculus) more carefully.

No. 2 attempted to give only the basics of verbal degrees and to educate them slowly.

But it was also vain, and they used the transfer gate (warp gate), and the second one day it disappeared neglectfully.

This is the Arshel, which King César, then Prince of Kings, found and protected.

But even though he was grateful for his help, Arshel was tired of living underground for over a year.

"Brother..."

Words leaked out of my mouth by accident.

That's the word that calls my brother, who has always been the same and sheltered me.

"Do you have a brother?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess my brother would be excellent."

"... I wonder. He was a sweet brother... but I miss him."

"I'm sorry, I know you can't do that."

600012 apologized.

"I don't have a choice. It's a promise."

Not wanting to break what he had promised once was the bullying of Arshel, even though he was young.

"Hey, how do you even know exactly where the cage is?

I thought if I went outside, I would get help from others, and Arshel asked.

"'No one should know as much as possible', because this is also the fate of my husband, so I cannot go against it"

"Hmm...... you smell like a pain in the ass"

My husband that I made 600012. The Arshels. The distant ancestors of the demons.

To be said of its fate, Arshel could not be said to be any stronger.

As a matter of fact, No. 600012, who was run away by two bodies and completely lost his confidence, is not trying to leave the prepared plain body behind and engage in education.

If we keep this up, No. 600012 can't get out of the body of an automatic doll, and Arshel can't get out of here.

And Arshell doesn't know that No. 600012 is starting to wonder if he can get Arshell's brother somehow.

It is not long before their destiny moves.