Reincarnator

Kuwoo.

One of the Acalancias who was following the expansive passageway, Carrioram opened his mouth to Pectoril, who was walking in front of him while circling the surrounding passageway.

"What is this place?"

I had a good time enjoying and playing upstairs, but I had never heard of such a place.

The light doesn't come in, but it looks like a structure inside a satellite fortress, a corridor full of complex machines and screens.

The teeth marks of Leberungs, Acalancia, and the claw marks of the Arkonians everywhere.

'No weapons marks. This is not recent.'

Carriram mutters small.

Their claws and flesh are strong, but they are nothing compared to forged weapons.

It means there was nothing to write about except this.

Traces of urgency.

It's hard to believe when you think about their status as a top race.

Carriram mutters with a curious look on his face.

Wasn't the war with Jinn a relaxing one? '

Carriram knew that their history was like this.

The four tribes who had lived in peace against the Jinns who had suppressed them.

And he severed the necklace of the Jinns who were wary of only civilization by standing in front of a strong body that was not comparable to the Jinns.

But there's something different about these tracks.

After hearing Carriram's question, Pectoril narrows his eyes and opens his mouth.

"This is where we were experimenting."

"... Yes?"

Fectoril opens his mouth boldly.

"No need to wonder. Look over there."

Then, looking at where Pectoril had pointed, Carriram uttered a cursing speech without my knowledge.

"... Oh, shit."

Numerous rooms, a little ahead hallway.

Many rooms separated from the passageway by transparent walls were shrouded in darkness as if their energy had been cut off, but the transcendent vision of Acalancia allowed them to see through the darkness and see everything inside.

Pogror.

A liquid filled with transparent glass tubes.

There were 28 different types of animals in the glass tube.

There were black leopard shaped monsters that roamed the forest and hunted humans, as well as gorilla-like monsters.

Dozens of glass tubes were placed in each room, with different organisms holding their identity in a liquid that remained intact and preserved.

However, there were prominent glass tubes.

"Parrot..."

Karioram, who looked inside the glass tube, groaned.

A giant bird with 10 metres in size, huge wings, and golden feathers.

Of course, that bird is completely different from them, Acalancia.

No thick arms, no shattered thighs, no chest muscles like that of a human.

It looks like a bird living in the jungle.

It was very different from those in the form of joints, Acalancia.

Somehow, however, Carriaram couldn't help but notice.

I barely opened my eyes and looked away, and then other glass tubes caught my attention.

Monkeys, rats, dogs.

They also looked completely different from the Arkon or Leberungs.

They were the form of four-legged beasts.

Carrioram looks at Pectoril with an unpleasant look on his face.

"What's that? Why are we not destroying them?"

Pectoril grunts, pointing at the unpleasant glass tubes.

"But how can we kill our ancestors?"

Those animals over there, they're all their ancestors.

Of the 1,489 monsters in the jungle, there were only four species that passed the Jinn experiment.

Only four species managed to survive the magical circuit that only the Jinns planted in their bodies, the pond that produces the essence of water, and the maze.

It wasn't possible in the normal way either, after all the biotesting and modifications and forms that were at least similar to the Jinns.

Carriaram cried out because of the murmur of Pectoril.

"... Are you implying that we were merely experimental animals?"

They always cry out, looking at the great civilization, the Satellite Fortress.

Their strong flesh is hard to come into contact with.

It's hard not to be amazed at how powerful it can be to twist the river and turn mountains into lakes overnight.

But at the same time, it was also a source of pride for them and their superiors.

After all, they were victors.

Winning against the Jinns who handle that mighty satellite fortress.

That's just loot after all.

So they stand above that great civilization.

But they were just subjects.

'It's... it's really worse than a pet.'

This is worse than the worms they usually treat and ignore as pets.

Looking at Carriram like that, Pectoril smiled and asked.

"Then let me ask you one question. Do you really think you can beat the Jinns in a normal way? The Spear of Punishment, the Jinns in Satellite Fortress with the Akion in their hands?"

"..."

"Do you really think the muscles, the golden spears, and the golden armor we boast against the Jinns, who had a civilization that wiped out the earth and split the sky? Do you really think that if we had our strength, our pride and our majesty, we could have won the war against them?"

Carriram is silent.

On second thought, it was.

No matter how many of them there are, no matter how many of them ambush them, they will not be able to defeat those who commonly operate such a civilization as free material.

One satellite fortress is enough to wipe tens of thousands of their kind off the map.

Even if you can fly in the sky, even if you have a sense of transcendence, even if you have ruptured rays, you are just a fly to the lamp.

Especially if that power was only given to me by the Jinns.

"Then how did you win? After all, we're the ones who win and stand on two legs, aren't we?"

Pectoril mutters as he looks at Carriram, full of wool.

"I don't know. I got lucky."

'That too, really.'

Pectoril recalls a time long ago, when he first began to remember reason and memory.

.........................................

Exactly 790 years ago.

Pectoril clearly remembers that moment.

That's when Pectoril started thinking intelligently and remembering things accurately.

So Pectoril came to his senses.

In the glass tubes of the lab, by the hands of the Jinns.

By his side, there were already many successful creatures.

Rats, wolves, monkeys.

Remaining cloudy in the memories of the time of the beast, monsters of the foot walk in the jungle, walking in the flesh and following the guidance of the Jinns in the laboratory.

And those individuals who had adapted to a certain degree have now been released and survived into a massive enclosed space, what they call a cage.

Even though Leverung's ability to communicate, their ability to fly, and their sixth sense of the Arkonians were limited in a cage built with special materials to prevent them from escaping, I remember they were quite free to roam.

That's why I remember some of the conversations of the Jinns who were watching them.

< Even if they were modified, they are somewhat useful. Physical ability, even if it's natural, has a high level of magical and rational thinking skills. >

< Of course, it was led by someone. Carmen really... hoo. >

After all, Aklancia had no major complaints in her life.

I did some experiments on them, but if I think about their strong bodies, it was pain that I could endure, and I was more interested in dealing with and experimenting with the new powers I gained.

The power, magic and reason that was born to Pectoril, who sought to survive every day in the jungle, was so glamorous and appetizing.

Just by practicing magic all day long and thinking about things I never thought of when I lived as an animal, my day soon passed.

Above all, it was instinctive.

That no matter how powerful they get, they will be faced with death the moment they attack Jinn.

Because nature was alive, I was able to live more clearly because I had magic and reason.

Those who empower them are creatures they cannot oppose.

Occasionally, my memories of living in the jungle slipped away.

Gins who scorched the mountains and the fields and cut through the sky, dealing with mountains of huge metals and sun-like energy emanating from those mountains.

Memories of running around the jungle, avoiding those geniuses.

If the Jinns were fearful of the unknown in the jungle, now they seem to be gods, who have overcome the unknown to some extent.

Of course, Lebelon and the Arkonians thought differently.

The Jinns, who were strangely conducting experiments, tended to deal harshly with Leberungs and Arcorns compared to themselves, the Aklancians or the Macrons who were born with them.

Especially the numerous and the weakest Leveroons were all humiliated in the name of experimentation.

Of course, Aklan and Macron were uncomfortable to see such a scene.

Even if they do not treat it harshly, they will not end up in the same position as them or Leveroon.

Leverungs who were persistent and mean, but found out that they were patient in pursuit of reason, looked at the opportunity and looked at the gap between the Jinns endlessly, but it was literally impossible.

There's no way Leverung wants an opportunity in an alternate operating facility with hundreds of thousands of tiny Jeans.

One day, the Leberung and the Arkons were exhausted, and the Aklancians and the Macrons were looking over their shoulders and panicking.

Something miraculous happened.

Jinns have disappeared into the group.

Every single one of them, hundreds of thousands of them.

Except a few.

......................................

"Gone?"

The warrior, Carriram, gives you a nod.

Hundreds of thousands of people disappeared.

And only a handful of administrators, who would manage the labs and facilities, remained in control of all the four armies.

Of course, we couldn't stop the Leverungs who were so carefully prepared.

Leverung, who shared information with each other, desperately persuaded the other three factions, but the three factions who were still anxious jumped at the words of Leverung and stood up at once and escaped the cage.

And I was able to beat the few Jinns who were left with a really big number.

'... the more damage it took to resist an evil labyrinth.'

Pectoril frowned, thinking back to that moment.

Only 500.

The top 500 killed the Jinn, including Leberung, in 100,000 units.

It would not have been possible had Satellite Fortress been in operation.

Carriram looked miserable at what Pectoril said.

This is not a revolution, nor a glorious battle.

The trapped pets escaped from their cages and bit their owners.

When the owner was nearly incapacitated.

To that end, Carriram looked at Pectoril and asked.

"Why is it gone?"

If it's gone, it's all gone.

Why did it disappear after only a few people were left?

Fectoril shrugs.

"Well, I don't know why. It was so sudden. There was no body... I don't know. Even the living wouldn't talk."

Seeing such a pectoryl, Carriram asked one last time.

"Then why did you save this damn facility? I don't have enough to fuck with."

And Pectoril pointed ahead and said,

"Because it's important."

"Yes?"

"You'll see when you go. Here we are."

Pectoril, pointing to the far end of the passageway, pauses for a moment.

'The smell of blood.'

In a hurry, Pectoril makes his way to the massive square.

And then I cried out.

'... the Arkons.'

Lots of dead Arkons.

And on the wall of the giant cavity, a huge wolf falls from the ground, devastated.

"Takemeya..."

Pectoril sighs heavily at it.

Once upon a time, the king of the Arkon fought the bravest when he fled this place.

Pectoril narrows his eyes as he looks at Takemiah, who collapsed with a stunned look on his face.

Behind the wall against which Takemeya leans, there was a giant phrase written in the blood of the Arkonians.

[It's a gift. Take it instead.]

"Methylon's handwriting. I'm asking you to do something, by the way. '

Pectoril cautiously approached Takemeia and curiously looked at Takemeia's mouth with a small glint.

"Is this...?"

Pectoril picks up a very small black ring that's in Takemeya's mouth.

...........................

'Found it.'

Hansoo, who came underground along Pectoril, muttered with a red bead he found while searching a room in a different direction from Pectoril.

The red orb in your hand begins to fall toward purgatory, made of pairs.

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