Parallel World Pharmacy

The gap between the doors of the culture chambers adjacent to the laboratories of different worlds was slightly open.

Last time it was in a room that I was making sure the door didn't open.

Pharma gets nervous about subtle changes. Even if someone was inside, there is no divine power or divinity in Pharma today. Because this space follows the laws of physics on Earth.

(of laboratories in different worlds, the area of access is expanding. We're not in the same condition as we were when we came here... this door, the door closer is finally ready to close on its own, why is it open on its own?

Pharma tried to step into the culture chamber, being careful not to let the door close. I made sure the inside was deserted, disciplined with my usual jerk, and the ground-foot forbidden part changed into a slipper.

The interior of the culture chamber-like space is lit inorganically blue with a whitened fluorescent lamp, a UV lamp that lights a clean bench, and the motor sound of the device echoes indoors. When the doors of the cultures shaped like small refrigerators were opened, a chalet of various cells lined up neatly inside.

If you look at the date of the Chalet, it's what Pharmacopoeia was cultivating on the day he died.

After two years, they even felt nostalgic.

(You also need culture goods. Shall I take it home?)

Pharma disrespectfully packed the bags with experimental instruments for culture and with special reagents that were difficult to synthesize in substance creation. Cultured cells were also brought stock out of the freezer in a frozen state.

For the study of lethal familial insomnia, a culture environment for neural stem cells is necessary.

These separations take time and labor time, so take them.

(Place in the culture chamber. So you can go out in the hallway next to it?

If his memory is certain, there must have been another door further back in the incubation room, connected to the hallway of the research building.

He slammed through the culture chamber and tried to open the door to the hallway.

However, the door that leads from the culture room to the hallway is not frightening to push or pull. It was not that it was poorly erected, but that the space was physically closed.

With his neck tilted, Pharma stretches out his back and peeks through the window tucked into the door into the space where there must be an inherent hallway.

You can see beyond the glass, the hallway that should be there was dark.

For a moment, the pale expectation depends that we can return to the original world, but if we look closely, the density of the abyss is spinning in one direction, homogeneously at a slow rate.

It was as if this lab was inside some sophisticated ingenuity, looking at the heart of the device from inside it.

(It's turning... space? Besides, there's no hallway... I knew I couldn't go outside. What the hell is the space ahead......)

Pharma, who thought the space was destabilizing, was uprooted and deprived of the energy to go outside.

I had no choice but to return my heel to the lab. There is only one exit.

(The whole space is changing, could I be changing myself?

Pharma thought to herself, and once again approached herself, Pharmacy Valley, in her previous life, resting on the couch. Is there anything unusual about it? At that time when I was staring seriously, the lid of Pharmacopoeia kept moving to stand. Pharma lags behind in surprise.

(Conscious, shallow! than before!)

Hey, like I said, there's no Pharma's voice. The sound doesn't conduct the air.

Even if he tries to touch the valley, Pharma's hands can see through the body of the valley as if it had become a ghost.

(Oh, my God. Pharma can touch things in this room. But I don't touch the body of the drug valley itself...... Farma's voice doesn't answer well in this space either)

I was a worker holic. My lifetime self.

I'll figure out a way to wake him up.

(So how about this?)

Farma, who thought so, opens the door to an ultra-low temperature freezer for sample storage that was in the lab.

"Peep, peep, peep."

Shortly after the temperature buzzer rang from the freezer, the Pharmacy Valley fully healed.

"Whoa, whoa! Freezer malfunction!?

And disturb.

Total destruction of storage samples due to freezer malfunction, which can also be considered a fatal event for pharmacists.

(Oh, I'm up... haha, I knew I was me)

He hasn't seen Farma in the pharmacy valley, where he rushed barely to the freezer in front of the bitter Farma. Instead of being ignored for existence, I didn't even seem to feel any signs.

"Leaving the freezer door open? Me?... I didn't. Who did this?

Keeping in mind that there was no abnormality in the freezer, the drug valley saw that the clock in the room was not yet due to wake up, and rolled back on the couch and tried to put the sleeping bag on. At that time,

"Oh... what?

Pharmacopoeia slowly looked around the lab with his head over his face as if he had been stuck by a fox.

Have you noticed that the interior of the lab is changing, Farma anticipates?

Something important has been stolen by Pharma.

There are even mobiles in the Valley that have been stolen.

In addition, the reagents he would have carefully prepared have been eradicated from the roots.

(Ooh. You see this, this. I stole it.

Pharma approached the side of the drug valley and tried to sweep her hands at the drug valley, but her gaze didn't fit neatly.

And the stolen goods that Pharma is holding are invisible to the eyes of Pharmacy Valley.

(... what's going on. Will you not only see what I look like, but also what I have in my hand)

As Pharma was on the way, the stopwatch alarm rang the last time Pharma was an opportunity to be pulled back into the real world.

It signals the pressure to drain Pharma out of the lab throughout the lab.

Pharma was ready to be purged and grabbed her luggage.

(Shit! Time's up!)

Shortly after he meditated on his eyes, he was thrown out to the Holy Springs and stood down on the ice he was straining on the water before entering the lab. The divine power that was lost in the otherworlds twitches back into Pharma's entire body.

He checks his body for any anomalies.

Last time, when I left the lab, my divine powers became stronger and my body was transparent, but not transparent.

I feel like I'm losing some divine power.

"Speaking of which, he didn't die this time, did he!? It's not him, it's me, Yamaya. Is that why?"

Last time I infiltrated the lab, the drug valley suffered and died, and Pharma's consciousness was forcibly purged from the opposite realm, but this time because Pharma did small work such as buzzing to awaken the drug valley, some causality changed, and no heart failure occurred in the drug valley.

And probably, he didn't die.

At least not while Pharma saw it through.

"... could we now have a route where the drug valley survived on the same timeline?... No way, you went back to everyday life without dying like that...? The next day, the days of research and pickling…"

Pharma is weak, but still thinks.

(If I interfere with that other world, the cause and effect will diverge from the original time and space only by the number of events that occurred. Keep doing that and one of them will eventually go broke......?

So will Pharma's body out of the other world be transparent or impermeable?

"But I just need to get back over there one more time"

We need to go get the results, because we've set up genetic analysis of Emerich and others in that lab, including Lotte. I can't even be frightened.

Farma decided not to put time aside and re-enter the lab.

More than the drug valley didn't die, it could have some effect on Pharma over time.

When Pharma places the stolen goods on the shore of the Sacred Springs, he dives again into the Sacred Springs and attempts to re-enter the other world from the back.

Today alone is the third total intrusion into the other world.

When the card key authentication system was loaded with a treasured staff ID, it took a considerable amount of time to unlock. In addition, the range of motion of the door has gradually narrowed and cannot be fully opened. I had a bad feeling, but still knocking at the door, Fujiya was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the couch again and again.

Farma's there, looking at the clock in the room.

(Ha!?

3: 50 am...... not 4: 10.

…… It's going! Twenty minutes!

From the moment Pharma enters the lab, the clock is beginning to carve time. Now we only have 40 minutes to stay. I don't want to take the risk of transforming this otherness any more.

Keep the medicine valley awake.

(Damn, I can't analyze data on gene expression in 40 minutes! I can't, I need to analyze it outside the room)

The genetic analysis I just rigged was already over now that I've re-invaded.

That said, since Pharma left the lab, it hasn't been enough of anything. In the meantime, genetic analysis has been completed that should not be finished unless the analyzer continues to run for about a week.

To Pharma, we could only assume that there was a distortion of time and space. Still, I try to immediately copy the analysis results into high-volume storage and bring them up.

(Whoa, whoa! Right...... too big a data)

The progress bar of the dialog box that is copying the data does not move as late.

(Will I finish my copy in forty minutes?!

Experience suggests it takes more than an hour. All in all, the results of the analysis of all genomes are large volumes of data. Once analyzed, it may be about 100 gigabytes. Just copying doesn't make it in time.

"Prioritize and copy as little as you need"

While running the copy, apply the data to the analysis software and compress the data size as much as possible.

All information was successfully copied as much as necessary even if it could not be retrieved.

And before he was forced to purge for time limits, i.e. just before the drug valley began to suffer and died of heart failure, he escaped the laboratory door that came in on his own and returned to the original otherworlds.

At that time, the entrance door was only about half open.

When we close the door of the other world, Pharma's divine power returns to its base.

"Hmm... I'm home"

Finally, I can speak up.

"What... divine power... no, no, no, no, no, no! Too much back!

As soon as I return to this world, divine power flows into my body like I cut a weir.

"Wha... I knew this would happen"

Divine power to amplify by violent. Nausea, dizziness, my consciousness began to wander away. The influx of divine power does not know where to stay.

Not good, not good.

Pharma has chills.

The feeling of being forced to compress and fill more divine power than allowed was enough to make me want to die through the worst.

Skin transparency begins and progresses. Remembering the crisis of extinction caused by the explosive influx of divine power, Pharma plunges the bag.

(I was wondering if this would happen)

Pull Salomon's spell. Stretched all over his body, he seals divine power, protrudes a treasure sword that was owed to Juliana, letting his staff ID, and drug scepter absorb divine power.

I was able to do that and disperse divine power and finally get it back to its normal state.

Still, it doesn't even look a little more transparent than usual......

"Ha... managed to... be human, or...?

Again, Pharma thinks that he is a monster, that he is not of the world.

Now I'm definitely on the verge of extinction.

This is how Pharma came to have a clear image when she disappeared from this world.

"We need to collect treasures, not just medicines."

It can be a treasure temporarily, save divine power and put it down.

The divine power you can stock is insignificant. It's just a symptomatic treatment...

"What the hell is that place? Whenever I return from that place, my divine power grows, is it the energy spot of divine power..."

Pharma recalls. The darkness of a creepy swirling, bottomless depth that I saw behind the culture chamber.

I was in the mood for a glimpse of the instability in the making of this world.

Suppose you are infinitely repetitive of the same time just before death, trapped within a different realm drifting through time and space, causally and continuously changing......

How many attempts did the raw received in this other world reflect the results of?

I get depressed when I think... etc.

"My chances of dying overlap with my chances of not dying.... It's not Schrodinger's cat."

Whimpering with self-derision, he returns to the shore of the Sacred Springs and hands on the luggage that has creaked from the lab.

"The next time I went into the lab. If it was a start with more time going on, we wouldn't be able to get in one of these days."

Pharma looked up at the unknown skies of the other world, worried about things.

Which universe is the sky of this planet connected to?

Swallow the pushing question, he swung the drug scepter wide and at the same time swinging through gravity, aiming for the sky of Saint Fluve.

…━━…━━…━━…

Farma, directly from Holy Springs, did not return to the Medicis family but to his own lab at Imperial Pharmaceutical University.

I thought nobody would be there because it was late at night, and there was a lab key, and there were signs of people inside.

Ellen was still in the lab, slamming on her desk and sleeping.

Pharma softly, coats her shoulders, lest her body cool.

(Ellen, have you been waiting? I don't even know if I'm coming back here.)

Pharma did not make any noise to prevent Ellen from happening. The baggage brought back from the other world was exposed in the lab, and reagents and equipment were kept in strict storage. Start the laptop.

While there is still a built-in battery, perform analysis work.

When the battery runs out, there's no way to charge it, but it takes time and effort to retrofit the emergency power brought back from the lab to take power from your handmade battery.

Estimated time remaining, ten hours. Add a piece at once.

Map the two lineages from a file of the results of each genetic analysis.

Various parameters are set and sequences are superimposed on known genetic information.

Comparison of the differences thus reveals the genetic variation of the patient.

Namely, this lethal familial insomnia… debilitating death by progressive insomnia, Prion's disease, considered incurable in modern times, is hereditary to who in Emerich's family and also to Lotte.

Pharma faintly recommends analysis based on digitized genetic information.

Blanks since reincarnation, without even being. Manipulate commands, write code for missing information.

I see the results.

If there is a mutation in codon number 178 of the prion gene associated with this disease, it is the keeper of lethal familial insomnia.

Emerich, unfortunately, is definitely a keeper.

The second, third, fourth and oldest daughters are also the keepers. In other words:

"Everyone... is hereditary..."

Moreover, when gene expression analysis was also analyzed together, to the second son, abnormal prion proteins have already begun to accumulate. It is extremely likely that the second son will lose his life within a few years.

Things were more serious than Farma thought.

The genetic probability of this disease is usually 50%, but in Emerich's generation, the keeper of genetic mutation is 100%, whether having divine power is affecting it or whether it is a result of noble lineages but thus adultery and so on.

In other words, everyone will develop the disease.

"Well, Lotte..."

Pharma calms Dawn's mind and unties the last piece of data she was turning.

There is some difference between them and Lotte. With the same ancestors, he is a nobleman and a civilian.

I could also tell from the genes that Emerich's lineage and Lotte were related by blood.

Pharma looked at the first piece of data and sighed.

Lotte was no longer a theological user, either because of civilian blood in her mother or because some of the genes about theology were missing. So now Lotte is a civilian.

And lethal familial insomnia is......

"I'm not hereditary to Lotte"

relief between once upon a time. But when I think about Emerich and the others, I didn't have time to take a break from analysis. Even after the diagnosis is almost confirmed, Pharma decrypts the code all night long so as to push herself. From information on other genes, to explore a cure for this disease. I want to pull as much information as possible until the power goes out.

And Pharma looked at that, and the power option and snapped his neck.

(Yeah? I'm not going to lose my pc battery. Could it be...)

Anything brought into this world from another realm shall be treasured. That's a staff ID, but also other reagents. PC didn't seem to be the exception, PC was also treasured.

Perhaps the battery indicator is not abnormal, but exhausted.

"Oh well............ won't it decrease? Now go to sleep."

Pharma had slowly lowered her hips on the couch and left it to fatigue to fall asleep there.

From the next day onwards, I had to explore a cure for the disease, even soon.

Already the sick had engraved an inescapable curse on their clan.

In a cloudy consciousness, I hear a bird twitch.

The raw sun warms the skin.

On Pharma's arm, something soft was touching him. When I woke up, Ellen was next door, sleeping with her arms tangled and leaning against Pharma. When Pharma wakes up, Ellen is also followed and awakened.

"Hello, Farma."

Ellen grins and cheers.

"Ellen, do you see me?

"I can see you."

After hearing Ellen's words, Pharma finally felt alive. Ellen clung to Pharma. A rich bust squashes Farma's face and I can't breathe.

"Um, Ellen? It's painful, it's coming..."

There is also a past that existed in space, and as a Pharma I don't have to breathe particularly, but Pharma has become rigid in abrupt situations. Ellen is not usually the kind of character to do this.

"You've been far away...... I'm so glad you're back. When you're gone, I..."

In her ear, Ellen clogs her words whether she's crying or not.

"Besides, you're back, I saw you glowing in the dark... didn't you come unscrupulous? Is your body okay?

"Yeah, well... sorry"

Farma also leaned on Ellen, thinking that she had caused Ellen heartache, and decided to be scolded by adults. That was the right time.

Gacha.

When Ellen and Pharma were tailing, the door to the professor's office opened badly between them.

"Oh, good morning...... oh, excuse me. I, I haven't seen anything!

Zoe, the professor's secretary, had removed her commuter bag.

"Hey, Mr. Zoe......!?

Pharma panics when Zoe sees him at an unexpected time.

Neither one of us is guilty, but it's something we panicked about so aggressively that it creates another weird conjecture for Zoe.

"Oh, good morning, Zoe. It's early today. Hey, we, we were kind of standing in last night and staying. I want to take a bath because of everything."

Ellen is blatant. And he makes statements that deepen misunderstandings. Though he doesn't seem conscious.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you -!

Zoe, the secretary who came to work, was concerned about Farma and Ellen's company, then disappeared for about half an hour and didn't come back.

Farma ran through the school looking for Zoë, and that morning became the feather of starting working in the awkward air.