Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 320
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How would I feel if I sat in that seat?
It was a thought that had never occurred to her before, but she didn’t find it strange.
Her consciousness slowly narrows to the chair. The faceless ones stop whispering and look at her. They should not show expressions, but for some reason, they seem to be smiling.
Everything was so strange, but she didn’t realize it. The thought that she had to sit down in that chair right away was eating away at her mind.
“You ■■■ ■■■.”
Just before she sat down on her chair, ignoring ‘her’ shouts, her gaze suddenly turned to one of the faceless ones.
When I came closer, I could tell.
His body was cracked like a broken mirror.
The moment she realized that fact, she woke up.
“… … .”
The feeling of waking up in a cold sweat, apart from the familiar dream, was quite unpleasant. She pushed the glass wall roughly and got out of the biocapsule, and habitually picked up the pad.
She frowned at the lengthy message that appeared on the pad screen. Her eyes were fixed on just one word in the message: ‘Analysis failed.’
“…is it a failure?”
Although she succeeded in defeating the monster that had been one of her long-cherished desires, she found it difficult to enjoy the joy of victory, as the damage she had suffered was by no means small.
I lost my crystal battery while fighting that guy. Now I only have enough energy left to use the Abyss Destroyer twice.
‘This won’t kill Akira.’
Megacorp CEO Akira Eugene is a genetically modified being, just like Shi-hyeon. Perhaps she has as many genes transplanted into her as the monsters she has killed.
That means, even with the Abyss Destroyer, it might not be possible to kill it in one go.
Akira is a more cunning enemy than a monster. If something similar happens when she fights him, she will be defeated.
“So I had high hopes for this… Phew.”
She put the pad down and sighed.
Since the relics could no longer be used carelessly, a new alternative was needed.
What she had new expectations for was the blood on the ‘White Maiden’ suit. The monster was completely incinerated by the attack of the Brain God, but the dried blood on the suit still remained.
Sihyeon ordered the laboratory on the flagship to analyze the blood. If they could transplant the monster’s genes into a human body, they would be able to gain immense power.
But contrary to her expectations, the blood tests continued to fail.
This is because the types of genes contained in blood are extremely diverse and many foreign substances are also mixed in.
More samples were needed to resolve this, but the bastard had evaporated without leaving a body behind. Naturally, this was an impossible request.
Ultimately, the research team concluded that analysis was impossible at this point. At least, the flagship’s facilities were unable to analyze the monster’s genes.
‘It might be possible if it was a Megacorp database…’
The Megacorp database on the moon has the best research facilities. They might be able to analyze the monster’s genes there.
The problem is that even the Megacorp database is not easy to infiltrate.
This place, which can be called the heart of Megacorp’s information, is so tightly secured that even Eugene’s shadow has to risk his life several times.
If you lose your life during infiltration, that’s putting the cart before the horse. Unless there’s absolutely no hope, you should hold off on infiltrating the Megacorp database.
‘Is that the only way left?’
Sihyeon recalled the unfinished map that Beomho had left behind.
Her current situation is not much different from before she came to Berzan 02. She has recovered some of her power, but she has lost the hidden card called the relic.
To fight a formidable opponent like Akira, a new weapon is needed. In the current situation, we can only hope that the map will produce meaningful results.
The problem is that there are absolutely no clues needed to complete that map.
If you have a lot of time, you might not know, but that’s not the case. The civil war in Megacorp is also in the process of ending. Once the war is over, Akira will go to sort out the forces of Shihyeon Eugene.
We have to somehow complete the map before Akira’s pursuit fleet moves.
“… My head hurts.”
Could it be that the nightmares I have every day are compounded by realistic problems?
I think I need to cool my head. And as a bonus, I need to wipe off the cold sweat from my body.
She staggered to the bathroom.
“How about this? It feels similar to me.”
“… … .”
At my question, the griffon wolf wearing the reinforced suit, the mother of heaven, opened her eyes narrowly. Her amber eyes stared at the screen of the terminal pad.
PS-111, who was standing next to him, also bent down and looked at the pad. The red camera lens that replaced the eyeball repeatedly contracted and expanded.
I’m not alone in this mansion right now. After getting information about the Coldblood slaves from Robets, I called the kids over.
“When compared to the growth prediction simulation of the search target, the characteristics described by ‘Middle Baby’ are 78% consistent.”
“… Wait a minute. It’s more confusing when you say it like that.”
As you can see, Heavenly Mother and PS-111 are checking out the slaves I’ve picked out. 26 and Adhai went to look around the inside of the mansion.
“I think it’s right, even though the impression has changed a little.”
“okay?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. I should say you’ve changed less than I expected.”
Mother Sky, who had been staring at the screen in silence for a while, nodded slightly.
‘That’s fortunate.’
The search for the 22nd ranker, which started from the streets of Gwangmyeong, is now nearing its end.
Alkadi sold Coldblood, who was estimated to be ranked 22nd, to the slave trader Robets of the Water Fortress about two months ago.
And Robets rented out the slaves he purchased to luxury hotels.
In terms of setting, the cult does not look upon Coldblood very favorably. They are treated as cultists or criminals, making them unsuitable employees for a luxury hotel.
When I asked the Inmyeonchung, he said that the hotel requested it on purpose to use it for entertaining other races. He said that for a Coldblood, he is not bad looking and is obedient to guests, so he has a good reputation.
‘When I just heard the story, it seemed like he was a player.’
It is somewhat unusual for a Coldblood to work at a cult’s luxury hotel, but it is difficult to see this as conclusive evidence that he is a player.
Also, the 22nd place is being chased by the ruling faction rankers. Even if he hides, it’s not enough, so why did he go to a place where the upper class of each faction hangs out?
‘Or did you collude with other players?’
I thought it was possible before I came here. But now that I actually came here, it’s ambiguous.
If the guy had joined forces with a faction other than the ruling faction, why would he be a slave?
Just because the Cult is more humane than Megacorp or Star Union doesn’t mean they are kind to their slaves. If they were, they wouldn’t even use the word slave. It won’t be easy to enslave players unless they promise a pretty good reward.
It’s hard to see him as a semi-forced slave, because Robets said he was evaluated as a good slave. Mind control, parasites, and other means can physically suppress the other person, but they can’t make them do a good job.
‘I really need to see the face in person.’
Unless it’s confirmed that the opponent is actually ranked 22nd, there’s no point in worrying about it any further.
“But I think we’ll only know for sure if we meet in person.”
Heavenly Mother seemed to think the same way as I did, so she added something. I nodded in agreement.
“Big adult”
Then Adhai called me.
The dog, who had been running around like a big dog excited about coming to a new house, came up to me. I could see his long, plump tail wrapped around a wooden barrel.
“Eat this”
[Huh?]
He put the barrel down next to me and tapped my leg with his tail. A sweet scent came from the barrel and his body.
‘alcohol?’
While dealing with the slaves of Roberts, I saw a place where there were a lot of things that looked like oak barrels. One of the slaves came out carrying a bottle of wine, so I thought it was a wine cellar, but it seems it was.
“Isn’t that alcohol?”
“I think so.”
“Delicious” “Together” “Eat”
Alcohol. I haven’t had a drink since I came to this world.
In fact, I didn’t enjoy drinking in the real world either. To be exact, it’s not that I didn’t like it, it’s that I couldn’t like it.
Whenever I drank alcohol, the burn marks on my face and body would turn red. What happened was that I looked like a zombie with skin on my body, looking hideous. Because of that, I couldn’t imagine drinking alone or with anyone else.
“I’m curious because they said it was delicious.”
Unlike me who was in a delicate mood, Mother in Heaven seemed quite welcoming.
“Do you like alcohol?”
“It’s not that I like it. I just don’t have many opportunities to eat it here or there.”
“I’m interested in a drink mixed with alcohol.”
I have already confirmed where the slave, who is estimated to be number 22, is. All that remains is to wait for an appropriate opportunity to meet him. Since all that needs to be done for today is done, I can rest here.
‘Would you like to try it?’
Heavenly Mother, PS-111 Both want to taste the alcohol, so I am slightly attracted to it.
I bent down and held the cask with my small arms close to my chest. I poked a hole in the cask with the fangs on either side of my mouth, and a caramel-colored liquid gushed out with a sloshing sound.
The wine, with a sweet aroma as sweet as its color, flowed into my mouth. The thrill was short-lived, and a mature flavor like boiled sugar spread through my mouth and throat.
“This” “Is it delicious?”
“I know?”
“Me” “The Dwarf’s Nest” “Search” “Discovery” “Success”
“good job.”
Adhai raised his long neck high and his wings slightly spread, and he smirked. The liquor was so good that he could take on a confident attitude. He hadn’t tasted anything this good since the Hellside Hornet’s cocoon.
‘Is it because they are both aged drinks?’
If you only look at the flavor, Kochi has more depth, but this one feels more like a well-made product. It has a variety of flavors based on sweetness, but it is not confusing and feels well-distributed.
“I’d like to try it too, but there’s no glass. Where did you get this?”
“Over there” “The other nest”
“Just drink.”
“Hey, but you still need a glass.”
“Here’s a glass!”
“Thank you… huh?”
The Heavenly Mother, who was receiving the glass cup from the pink tentacle, paused.
‘Number 26?’
“I accept big kids and friends too!”
Number 26, who had come over before I knew it, handed me a plate. He acted so naturally that I noticed it too late.
[Zzuzuzu zuzuzu zuzuzuzu zuzuzuzuzu (Did you bring this here to drink?)]
“Yeah. People have to eat food from a ‘cup’! Isn’t that amazing?”
The guy was holding various objects with his tentacles, including a wine bottle, a jar, and a decorative vase. Among the objects was the psychic training kit I had given him when he came to the mansion.
‘Did you learn it by watching that?’
While Adhai was tasting the alcohol, he must have checked out the gift kit. Like a smart guy, he quickly acquired knowledge and put it into action.
‘There’s alcohol in a plate.’
“Like a fox and a crane.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, the child is dying.”
“I’m kidding.”
I put down the wooden barrel and patted No. 26. The little guy’s body lit up with joy at my compliment.
[Zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzuzu (Shall we drink it together in a glass?)
“Yeah! That would be fun.”
I filled the vase the guy brought with alcohol. The guy stuck his tentacle into the vase like a straw and sucked up the liquid.
“it’s good!”
“Me too” “I want to eat”
While the two tentacled ones were enjoying their drinks, the Heavenly Mother also brought her full glass to her beak.
“Is it okay? It’s similar to whiskey, but sweeter and has a stronger aroma.”
“Yes. The degree seems to be weaker.”
“I think this is good enough.”
“Ugly Friend” “Taste” “How is it?” “Good?”
“I think it would have been better if you hadn’t said that.”
“delicious!”
While the three of them were drinking, I poured a drink for PS-111 as well.
“PS-111, you take it too.”
“thank you.”
PS-111, holding the bottle of alcohol with its claws, extended its tongue, a mixture of organic tissue and machinery, and licked the liquid inside. The taste of the alcohol was quite impressive, as the creature’s eyes fluttered.