Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 326
Only Noblemtl
As expected from a wealthy water fortress, the quality of food was not bad even though it was a slave-oriented area. From planetary products such as edible cacti and meat from desert animals to fruits and vegetables imported from other planets, they brought in a wide variety of foods.
‘It reminds me of the old days.’
Before my accident, my father would take me out to the market every time.
Since she enjoyed cooking, she always asked me what I wanted to eat before going into the grocery store. I learned this from the side, and there were times when I prepared a poorly prepared meal for my mother who always came home late.
‘Those were fun times.’
And after my accident, everything changed completely. My parents’ relationship became extremely bad, and I only went out with my father to the hospital.
Even after I got better, my father would cook for me sometimes, but I couldn’t be as happy as before.
“You know a lot about groceries?”
As I was thinking about the past that suddenly came to mind, the Heavenly Mother spoke to me.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. If it’s Aimov, there’s no reason to eat food, so that’s unexpected.”
“It’s good to know since both are edible.”
“… … .”
“I’m kidding.”
Even though she said it was a joke, her amber eyes, filled with suspicion, were still focused on me. I lightly brushed the gaze away and she stuffed a piece of meat into her bare backpack.
“It’s the meat of a sandraptor.”
“thanks.”
The backpack shook slightly as MPS-05 began to consume the food.
As I wandered around looking for food for the slaves to eat, it was already time for our appointment. I headed to the alley where I had met Isabel yesterday.
When we arrived at the alley, a short Coldblood was waiting for us.
“I must have told you to come at the time we met yesterday.”
“As you can see.”
I waved my hand slightly as I held the basket, which was bulging with food.
“I was late because I had to buy food for the slaves.”
“I appreciate your feelings, but….”
Isabel, who was about to say something to Heavenly Mother, suddenly stopped talking. The boy’s eyes were fixed on Heavenly Mother’s bare backpack and widened rapidly.
“Isabel?”
Instead of answering, the guy raised his finger and pointed at his backpack. His eyes were wide open, his fingers were shaking. It was as if he had seen a ghost.
“That, that, d, etc… .”
“this?”
The Heavenly Mother asked with her eyes if it was okay for her to show me now.
‘I was thinking of showing it to you later, so I think it’ll be okay.’
As I nodded, she put her backpack down on the floor. Then, a creature with a woman’s face and metal skeleton legs similar to a spider’s legs crawled out from inside.
“Liberation. Comfort.”
“I brought this here on purpose because I needed to revise the plan. This is the mutant screamer’s… .”
“Hey, sis…!”
“huh?”
As the Heavenly Mother was about to explain, Isabel suddenly rushed in. At her appearance, she hastily stepped back.
But it wasn’t her or me that Isabel was after. The guy just grabbed the MPS-05 that had just come out of his backpack.
“Ah …
Isabel was crying.
Coldblood couldn’t shed tears, but his whole body expressed sorrow and screams. The scales covering his body turned white, and strange cries that no human could make flowed from his mouth.
‘Why are you doing that?’
Even though I’ve been through a lot, I don’t understand the current situation.
“MPS-05, you say you’re my sister? No way?”
At first, Mother Heaven was as perplexed as I was, but seeing her reaction, it seemed like she had realized something.
“Do you know why he does that?”
“… I heard from a clan member before. There are twin sisters among the famous rankers.”
“Twins?”
After hearing her words, something comes to mind.
Jason said before that he missed 22nd place and only caught the guy’s teammate.
And PS-111’s race is not human, but Coldblood.
To be exact, a ‘clone’ of a certain Coldblood.
The entity that Isabel is holding is a lower-level terminal of the mutant Screamer created using that clone as material.
What does this mean?
‘Isabel has a close relationship with the original PS-111.’
“Warning. Physical attack from other creatures detected.”
Even while I was lost in thought, the MPS-05 continued to struggle.
But Isabel never let go.
The sight of them hugging each other without even realizing that the scales on their arms had turned white.
He was like a child who had found a precious treasure.
Isabel pours out her sorrowful emotions with her whole body.
As I was watching little Coldblood sobbing pitifully, a question suddenly occurred to me.
‘How did you know?’
Although it is true that the original PS-111 is Coldblood, its appearance is completely different. Except for a part of the brain, there is not a single element that reminds one of the original.
Moreover, MPS-05 is a sub-terminal created by PS-111 in the image of his own face. It is impossible to tell who the original is by looking at it.
‘Even if you had clairvoyance, you wouldn’t be able to tell.’
I also saw PS-111, but I couldn’t figure out who the Coldblood that was the material for it was. All I got was the manufacturing number and individual name, no other information.
‘Do you have any detection skills that I don’t know about?’
Looking back, the circumstances were already there.
When I first met Isabelle, she immediately knew that I was an Aimorph Ranker. At the time, I didn’t really notice anything strange. I was the only Aimorph who used a ‘mimetic organ’ to hide myself.
But looking back, it’s strange.
There are many possibilities, such as a cult disguised with psychic technology, a human in disguise, etc., so why would you single me out as an Eimorph? Unless you know by some means that I am an Eimorph.
“Help. Help.”
MPS-05’s voice woke me from my thoughts.
The one being held by Isabel struggles. He has not been implanted with any combat-related traits. He scratches Isabel’s scales with his metal claws, but only makes a small scratch.
“… … .”
But it must have worked, because Isabel’s reaction to crying changed. Her scales, which had turned white, slowly returned to their original blue. Her heart and muscle movements also stabilized.
Isabel, calming herself down, put down the MPS-05. The small Screamer climbed onto my back, its metal legs moving busily, and hid itself in the thick fur.
“…that.”
Little Coldblood, who had been watching the scene, opened his mouth.
“Where is my sister’s original?”
“text?”
“That’s a machine that was made by cloning my sister.”
After hearing what the guy said, I became convinced.
Isabel possesses detection methods far superior to common detection techniques, such as clairvoyance, which is probably why she was able to detect the existence of the MPS model.
“… I think this story will be long.”
Then the Heavenly Mother intervened in the conversation.
“Let’s go to the warehouse and talk.”
As she said, this is not a place for long conversations.
Isabel’s gaze lingered on the basket in my hand. After a moment, the boy nodded.
“good.”
We moved to the warehouse where the Coldblood slaves were hiding, just like we did yesterday.
After arriving at the basement of the warehouse, he handed out food to the slaves who were praying.
“Thank you, Savior, for your grace.”
Just like yesterday, the slaves bowed down to the man. Just like yesterday, Isabel looked awkward, even though she had heard more than one or two words of thanks.
We handed the slaves food and went back up to the warehouse. Isabelle, who had finished cleaning up quickly, opened her mouth as she looked at me, or rather, at the MPS-05 hiding in my fur.
“Tell me now.”
Isabel and the Heavenly Mother both have their eyes fixed on me.
‘What should I do?’
There is no doubt that PS-111 is important to him. If I use this well, I can extract more information from him. The rankers he knows, and things about this world that I don’t know.
Also, if you build a friendly relationship with him, it will help you later on, as you will be attracting rankers with the ability to read information to your side.
‘I wish I had that ability, but…’
If Isabel’s powers come from a special ability, then eating the guy is an option worth considering. Of course, it would completely ruin her relationship with the Heavenly Mother, but even considering that, the ability to read information is very attractive.
The problem is when that comes from a trait or other ability, not a special ability. If Isabelle’s ability comes from a trait or skill that I don’t know about, then it’s a headache.
If you eat it while wearing the ‘Symbol of the Hunt’, you will almost certainly get one trait, but there is no guarantee that it will be the trait you want. If you eat it and get the wrong trait, it will be a huge loss.
‘In that case, it’s better to be friendly for now.’
After a short moment to gather my thoughts, I explained to Isabel what PS-111 was all about.
I gave Isabelle a brief summary of what I knew: when I met the guy, what he was, and who was the one who turned him into a mutant Screamer.
Isabel listened without saying a word from beginning to end.
“…I thought it was strange.”
After such a long story, Isabel said absentmindedly.
“There was a strange code number next to my sister’s name.”
“Strange number?”
“PS-111 and MPS-05. I think the P here is the first letter of my sister’s name.”
“That means the two are twin rankers….”
“That’s right. Me, ranked 22nd, and my sister Penelope, ranked 18th. We are the twins.”
When the topic of his identity came up, MPS-05 cautiously crawled out of hiding. The main body in the mansion must also be listening to our conversation.
“Sister, so you’re listening to PS-111 too?”
“Yeah. It’s in a different place.”
“I see. Do you happen to know what happened to your real sister, not a clone?”
Instead of answering, I pulled out the genes of someone who had been dormant inside my body. A small cocoon on my back tore open and a human-faced creature with the face of a male cult crawled out of it.
“Did you call?”
Jason’s human-faced creature, whom I had summoned after a long time, seemed much more obedient than before. There was no sign of its aggressive behavior when it fought me.
“That… No way?”
“Jason, the 10th ranked cultist. He’s one of the guys chasing you.”
“under.”
Isabel laughed in vain. Of course, she only laughed with her mouth and not with her eyes.
“That damned good guy Jason is like this. The world really is unpredictable.”
“Isabel?”
Isabel swore in a calm tone.
The resentment must have been quite deep, because the guy who had only called me by derogatory terms immediately swore at me. Even the Heavenly Mother seemed surprised and bewildered by Isabel’s strong reaction.
“There must have been other guys besides this one?”
“The only one who died besides Jason was Cynthia. I haven’t met the rest yet.”
“You killed Cynthia?”
“okay.”
The guy’s antennae twitched as he listened to me. He seemed as shocked by Cynthia’s death as Jason’s. That’s understandable. In my experience of fighting both of them, Cynthia was a more difficult opponent than Jason.
‘Well, strictly speaking, I didn’t catch it.’
I didn’t really say anything about No. 26 and Adhai.
“… So that’s why.”