Saikyou Mahoushi no Inton Keikaku

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Deep and deep underground, many of the children gathered there were given somewhat better outfits and worn to meals that had never been conceivable before.

Three meals a day. I was fortunate enough to have been brought to a place called this research facility just for this.

But for the boy, the meal was second to none and he was more than happy to have his sister beside him. So much so that I even believe that God had not yet abandoned me by the world.

It's been months since I've seen my sister's unspoilt face.

My hair also regains a lot of luster. It is also a lot taken into account in terms of health, and fortunately there is no suspicion of infection. I don't know how many kids have been brought here.

However, a child who is invaded by some disease is dumped in that reality again depending on the amount of energy in the body, the so-called magic power holdings.

No one thought that was ruthless. Because it's a lot nicer than dying.

Of course, the institute here said it was for humanity, but there couldn't be any children or anything else who would agree with it. So they follow everyone just by providing them with what they need to live: a meal.

That included brothers and sisters. Because now I can tell you that I may not even have had it tomorrow for six months as it is.

I can meditate my eyes as much as I want, if not as life-threatening as any subject. It was the best I could do to live, so I didn't care about anything else. And I guess the biggest reason the boy made the decision was because there was even a slight possibility that his sister's eyes might become visible in the middle of the study.

It was explained that it was such a study, but the boy did not understand 10%. One word that it is possible, not there, that is at the heart of it. There's no room for a boy to hear his mouth move like that with a sincere face when it's a clinically certain test, such as an experiment with simple dosing.

The two of you should have been lucky to pull out a group of subjects and have a lot of magic holdings. Accurate treatment clearly seemed to be more favourable to other children.

Life there was exactly like the ideal home, Utopia. It is true that the number of children that could be brought in was in such an environment that it would be replenished, but basically it is confined to a private room and it is twice a day that we can go outside.

In a small break named Free Time, the body could also be moved in a wide space. Otherwise, it was often basically experimental, blood sampling, magic measurements, and put inside the equipment.

And as long as I put up with the bitter taste of the medicine that comes out with me at meals, it makes me think that this would have been the smartest choice to make to live well.

My sister's eyes were still said to take time, but that was the ultimate goal and for the boy. I was just satisfied with more Latifah smiles to show at this time now.

I mixed bitter medicine with my diet without telling her anything, and Latifah, who confirmed the feeling of the medicine in her mouth, leaned her eyes and included her cheeks. I was so glad I could stroke my sister's head I swallowed patiently.

But things don't carry so simply, and while I wish everything would go well, distortions are bound to arise somewhere. It's acceptable for a boy to think that he came here ready to do that because it was a thought that he would die all his life.

The boy was still good.

These days, however, I have had more time to wait indoors and more days to wait for my sister to return, who should have left the room as well.

Some days he comes back with a staff hand and walks on his own feet, while others are pushed back by something like a wheelchair.

Latifah was beginning to feel terror in the light that permeated her eyelids in the dark. I was also in the mood for a painful and painful experiment. Still, it's not about special life, and the experiment is not very different from what the boy is receiving.

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I couldn't wipe the discomfort I couldn't even tell you, but there was still something I had to ask Ars.

"You seem to know something about Babel."

"Bye. I'm the only one who can get in there. Still, there's nothing I can do. Some of them have been given access by the heads of state."

"So you want me to be Babel's source?

"You have the credentials. Why do you think the people of that time could have secured so much magic before?

It was roughly fifty years ago that Babel became known as that. At the time, technology seemed impossible, but Ars had doubts again. In any case, its design is considered private, and only the Head of State has authority. For this reason, the pseudo-protective walls, which were later replicated by national technicians and researchers so that they could be simplified, do not make energy costs foolish and are impractical in practical terms.

Croquel revealed the seeds early on as to how he took the silence.

"It's Kronos."

…… I see, that's what you mean! You used your arm. "

[Kronos], the culprit of the catastrophe, which is still feared and told, but based on historical facts, the dragon is believed to have lost one arm and fled far away.

But the question there is a part of the body, albeit a demonic arm. Demons are known for their entire bodies as good conductors of magic, but if they are detached, it should decay with the degradation of magic.

There is, of course, a means of preventing Ars from decaying like the training sticks he gave to the Tespheres.

"You're half right. Sure, Kronos' arm is real, and he's still there, but that's just a wreck. There's hardly any magic left."

"If…………"

Shortly after that, Croquel's expression created a distorted grin. It's a face like being stirred up by an abusive mind, while at the same time peeking at the masochistic side.

"Cool, yeah. They mix up Kronos' demonic body tissue."

…………

"Babel was originally a research facility. What kind of research? It's research that turns humans into monsters, isn't it?

"That's a funny story."

You can't pepper everything, but there are parts that fit a lot. There is no record of Kronos' arm. Moreover, while it is considered a catastrophe, many of them merely spell out the process to the result on the surface.

Furthermore, it is not unnatural that only the Führer can know about Babel. That's a contraindication everyone has thought about once. But keeping it out of your mouth should have been an implicit understanding. Because Babel is a noble wall that saves mankind. Nothing less.

Without Babel, peace can easily be broken down, so we have to remain silent.

Croquel felt a slight headache on his temples, but the excitement quickly eliminates the tingling pain.

"Babel makes no sense unless he is the one who was mixed with Kronos. If I tell you, from a low-rate demon, the protective wall means the territory of Kronos. However, those who are mixed with Kronos' body tissue begin to erode as demons. I mean, Kronos' body tissue is alive."

"I guess that means I can do my body for Kronos. You can't turn a human into a demon, or see how noble a wall it is when you get there."

"Yes, that's a bad diet. It's a monster that eats people to become a piece of meat. But I couldn't even physically satisfy myself with Kronos. It's just a place to turn people into monsters. If it were as demonic as Kronos, mankind would be doomed. Still, there are rare examples like me and you. I immediately took over the research by myself to find a replacement for the protective wall. I don't even know how many times I've repeated it. I mass-produced how much of the chemical, and each time I went to dispose of it. Including you."

Croquel squeaks bossly with a face that strangely doesn't fall in his heart as he speaks for himself.

"How did they end up making what they are now, by chance? It's the only way, I guess."

- I see. Now I get a crude understanding. But......

Ars understood that not only was he grieving, but as a possibility, that was the root of this alien power. It's a satisfactory answer in a way. So much so that I think I will only lead the result no matter how much I look into myself from now on.

Still, there was something I couldn't solve in my current explanation.

"You said you abandoned me, then why am I still a person?"

"Ha ha, that's not true. You were showing signs of transformation into a monster. I thought he was dead soon after he wandered around. You know, half-baked demons that mix body tissue don't decay. That's why I had to use it as bait. But you weren't. Me and you have something in common."

".................. Demon Eye"

"Yes, yes!! The cause of death that transforms into a demon is the vast amount of magic that occurs during erosion from Kronos' body tissue. It is physically impossible to keep it in the human body. Of course there was a rejection, and there were fewer shock deaths from it. But the miraculous coincidence of a demonic eye can be avoided by overlapping. Speaking of the opposite, the cause of death at eye opening is the runoff of the demonic eye, but the trigger is magic consumption like an idiot consumed at eye opening and activation of the unique impulsive abilities of the demonic eye. Because provilebens is slightly different from magic in that regard, it depends on things. My [Hequatra's Binoculars] is in rewriting the information that comes with magic and magic. That's why I rewrote my information. Then [Ezeforye's lacquered eye] is..."

You can't even answer Ars if you ask him that far. Because I still understand myself best.

"Eat magic, huh?"

"Thank you, I honestly don't think I can keep it in my body, even if I've been able to devour its immense magic."

but I guess that means it was Ars who made it possible. This explains the congenital excessive amount of magic. So I guess Ars' magic information doesn't exist because he ate abnormally occurring magic in his body.

No, immediately Ars denied the possibility.

And......

"I see, was it the influence of Kronos..."

I fell to my heart. I am so discouraged by the result that the elucidation of self that tickles the exploratory mind is so boring. Yes, I still expected it to be thin, but I didn't know I was a monster.

I guess this unsystematic is the effect of Kronos. Another easy way to get to know myself. I knew I couldn't help but save myself.

Of course, the precision tests in the military have shown results in support of being human, but there can be no way we can fold it with that. Ars had changed too much now.

Still......

Lifted naturally as Ars' cheek reminded him of someone.

It's really boring to explore the inside of your chest, which has been dissolved. But there was an unspeakable warmth. Indeed, they would say that Ars has changed so much that he has seen it differently in the last few months. But Ars hasn't changed anything against them, which also inspired him to change. It only turned out that even if those who knew Ars refused, Ars would not change anything. What has bothered me so far because that only makes me feel so much easier?

"Sorry, but let me say no. At least he'll cry if I'm gone."

Krokel erases all emotions from that look.

"Is that compatible with the peace of tens of millions?"

"Not for me. Ning Lo, do you think I can believe your thoughts that it's peaceful?"

"At least the demonic threat can be repelled"

"So you're a hero? A delightful man to make… most of all unpleasant."

Pull out the Humphrey AWR. Als swings gently at hand. It's a pre-cracking problem. Because it will not just leave without all the hardships of Ars who have contributed for humanity, but it will take away the future of Ars, who has found the place of what is important throughout this period.

"Well, I'm disappointed in you... I don't have time for this anymore, not for me, not for that kid..."

Crokel sets up an AWR without understanding the words he utters to his butt blush, lifting his gaze from the guillotine and hand to the arse.

Hostility lingers in the gaze of two sharply intersecting people, and one incompatible object flashes the blade.