The Greatest Genius Alchemist of All Time Want to Retire

Who am I?

The question became clear.

When my right arm was amputated, it came as a shock... but there was nothing there that was supposed to be. It's pain. I felt no pain at all. Just slashed. That's all. And looking at the severed side of my arm, I remembered who I was.

I was a doll. Yes. I am a doll created in this Fifth Labyrinth. It's Doyle. Individuals who had perfect intelligence among them. But for this reason, I was uncomfortable with the distortion of this place and tried to escape.

That woman found me there, and I was imprisoned.

But it was, for some reason, that place. That eleven layers of that place. I don't know why, but I just wanted to get out of this ice world. And this place was... hell itself.

In the first place, it doesn't happen just with a full copy of the human brain, such as perfect artificial intelligence. Yes... I'm just a substitute for perfect replication of the human brain. I mean, it's not an artifact, it's a natural substitute.

But she didn't give up. Every means were used to create artificial intelligence. And I was born in it. The other dolls never had their intelligence fully settled, they just became dolls listening to orders. I can have a good conversation in it, and I can think. When it comes to differences, people and bodies are made up differently. That's all. But can you call that a person?

If you look only at brain function, you're no different from humans. But my body is just an artifact. I was just a village girl. That's when the village was attacked and I was closed to this icy labyrinth. When I first came here, I was just scared. And I was afraid that they would open my brain alive. But the brain doesn't have the nerve of pain through it, so it doesn't hurt to be touched with the brain open. But some people were freaking out. I was just stunned in the meantime. I just... wish it was over soon... I was thinking about that.

And when I woke up, I was getting the doll's body. The feeling is not so different from that of a human being. But there was definite discomfort. Blunt tactile sensation was the most discomforting. And the woman told me.

"Oh? Are you conscious? Rather than... can we have a conversation?

"Wow, I... what happened?

"Wow. Surprise. Hundreds of people fell apart and finally one success story. But this is more of a copy of consciousness than artificial intelligence. Failure, but I had something to gain. Still, you're so lucky to fit with the doll's body..."

"To, the doll's body?

"Yes, you're not human."

"Ugh, no... because this is how we talk..."

"Look, evidence."

"Huh..."

Moment after moment, my arm is spass-cutted. And when I looked at the severed surface of the burrowed and fallen arms, there was a mechanical smudge that I didn't think was roughly human. I see my own arm slashed by it, and not a drop of blood drips from it.

"Oh no... I don't mean that..."

"A puppet with human consciousness. But it's a reward to be able to copy consciousness."

"Wow, what am I going to do... how could I... how could I do this..."

I just lived normally. I normally lived in a village, lived with my parents, and had fun days with friends. If so... how could this be...

"Hmm. Ma, you're gonna have to help me for a while. Here, take care of the body there."

"Huh?"

It was my parents' bodies that were rolling there. But the head and body are separated and the blood is scattered everywhere.

"Yes, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!!

"Shh... shut up. Do I have to force him to do it anymore..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

No pain should have existed in this body. But when this woman was giving me orders, I felt like I was in a strained pain. And from there the consciousness flew ahead.

"Wake up...?

"Ugh... oh..."

"Alama. You're really tough."

"Ugh... I..."

Trying to get up, I put my hands on the ground. Then my hand slips all the way. I looked at my hand wondering what it was, and there was a hand painted with blood.

"Nah...... why, why?

"Don't you remember?

"... Oh yeah... I..."

After this woman ordered me, I snapped the neck of a human being who had just been brought here. Using the sword I was given, I continued to snap my neck as if it were a flow task. The woman was happy to say, "It makes the work easier and helpful. Wow..."

The sight of that time is like a scene in a movie, I can remember it objectively. There was no party consciousness there. Only the awareness that I did it remained...

"The Fifth Labyrinth is great, including preserving corpses... plus the gimmicks are just right for luring people in. Maybe I could use some more."

"I... already... this, this..."

"Yes, sir. Good Luck -"

Will it be nearly a month after that? I kept doing the same work the whole time. I snap my neck. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru. Neru.

I continued to snap my neck.

"No, please don't!

"I don't care what happens! But only this girl!

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!

"I'll do anything, hey, help me!!

Such a voice does not reach me. It's just that I do the work. I want to stop if I can stop too. But that won't happen. My consciousness is somewhere far away and I'm just staring at it blurry...... that was the feeling.

And the turning point comes.

"... let's get out of here"

That woman disappears regularly. He's not always in this labyrinth. That is why there is a time to escape. I usually felt guilty about what I did and I was just trembling all the time. But... this should end. That's why I escaped... yes, I thought I could escape.

"Arya. Where are you going?

"Huh?"

"You think I'm gonna miss you?

"Yeah, 'cause usually..."

"Right. You're not here. But I can come right back here."

"Oh no..."

"Hmm. Oh, speaking of which, Elle will be here soon. You, follow him."

"Huh?"

"It's troublesome when I remember, so I mess with you a little bit... but you're gonna lead Elle through it, okay?

"What, what are you saying?

And I was imprisoned in that place.

Who is Elle? But now I know. Because he's been by my side the whole time.

Speaking of which, now I think... that woman looks very much like Mr. Elle. No, it's not a level of similarity. It's two melons.

But now I have to... kill him.

And I took the blade out of my body... and decided to be relative to Mr. Elle.

My body... doesn't listen to me anymore...