Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 328
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Isabel lifted her heel and closed the distance between herself and PS-111, so close that Coldblood’s distinctive protruding snout was touching her pale chrome skin.
“This is my real sister’s face.”
The guy said in a firm voice.
“Real face?”
“Yeah. My sister and I. This is my face before I became the body I am now.”
“Does that mean my brother and I have switched bodies?”
“I don’t know exactly, but I think it’s similar.”
“You were both test subjects. I’ve acquired some important information, so I’ll record it.”
Isabel laughed at PS-111’s strange reaction.
“I have many questions for you, brother.”
“Please call me Isabel, not sister.”
“Unable to verify. Insufficient authority to reclassify codename as ‘Isabel’. Sorry.”
“Oh, I can’t help it. What do you want to ask?”
Isabel asked in a soft voice. It was an attitude so gentle that I could never have imagined it when I thought back to her fight with me.
PS-111 was as excited as a child who had received a gift, while Isabel had changed into a completely different person. Both of them had never seen each other before.
I watched the guys chatting happily from afar.
Surprisingly, Isabel didn’t ask many questions. Perhaps because she knew that the other person’s memories were imperfect, she spent her time answering PS-111’s questions.
After about an hour, Isabel, who was sitting next to PS-111, got up. She put her gray mask back on and approached me.
“Going already?”
“Yeah. I’m busy today so I have to go early.”
“I see.”
“Thank you for providing this opportunity.”
The hostile attitude we had when we first met was nowhere to be found.
“You’ll see me more often in the future, so don’t be thankful already.”
“… That’s right.”
“I have a lot of questions to ask.”
The guy who heard me made a sound similar to laughter. The guy who showed me a smile for the first time left the warehouse right after.
“How was it? Was it a satisfying time?”
“If I could feel regret, I would be sorry that I couldn’t be with you any longer, my brother.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
After Isabel left, PS-111 approached me.
“It gave me a new purpose, especially because I gathered some unexpected information.”
“New purpose?”
“yes.”
As I was fiddling with the terminal to leave the warehouse, the guy next to me started chattering.
“My brother said that I had many family members in the past.”
“Family? Oh, you mean the Coldblood underground.”
“Yes. They are biologically unrelated entities, but my originals were saved by making irrational judgments.”
“okay?”
I thought for sure that Isabel had saved me, but I guess that wasn’t the case.
‘Did that guy inherit what the 18th person saved?’
“The younger sister considered them to be her older sister’s legacy and provided them with continuous material resources.”
As if he was reading my thoughts, he immediately answered my question.
‘That’s why you looked so awkward.’
Whenever the slaves called her a savior, Isabel had a strange reaction. I thought it was because she was embarrassed, but it wasn’t.
The real savior is not her, but her older sister.
As PS-111 put it, the 40 Coldbloods were the legacy left by their twin sisters.
‘Responsibility, and a sense of debt.’
The sense of responsibility to protect those her sister left behind, and the sense of guilt that comes from being the only one to survive whenever she sees them. These two things are probably the things that bind Isabel.
“But my brother, as a slave, held onto irrational judgment. If it were Aimoff, he would have eaten them all and minimized their weaknesses.”
I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t. In reality, it was highly likely that it would be so.
“It’s not my place to say this, but ‘irrational judgment’ isn’t necessarily a bad thing.”
“Is that so?”
“If I had stuck to rational judgment as you said, there would have been no one left around me.”
When I found out that No. 26 was a sea demon, I hesitated, but in the end I didn’t eat it.
When I first met the mutant Gallagon Adhai, I debated whether to eat it or not, but chose to keep it alive.
Even the Heavenly Mother did not take his life to protect him, but now he has become a strong comrade.
“I was planning to kill you at first too. It was too dangerous.”
“I agree. I was a collection of imperfect elements, so it makes sense to get rid of them.”
“But it didn’t happen.”
“Did you invest because you thought it would be useful in the future?”
“It’s not exact, but it’s similar.”
In my case, I did it because I thought it would be more beneficial for the children to be with me. The fact that Penelope, ranked 18th, saved slaves should be understood in a completely different context.
‘It was probably a decision made for moral reasons.’
I have never met Penelope in person in this world, but judging from her twin sister, Isabel, I suspect that is the case.
He took pity on the slaves who lived in misery and tried to help them.
‘When I see that, I guess they are similar.’
A younger sister who takes care of other slaves while being a slave herself, and an older sister who tries to save her own people who are living unfortunate lives.
The two looked as if they were standing in front of a mirror. They could be called savior sisters. However, that doesn’t mean that sisters have to meet the same end.
‘If you leave here, a lot of the things that bother him will go away.’
The 18th legacy will go to a safe place and live, and the pain from losing a sister will be somewhat relieved by PS-111. Even if the emotional wounds remain, no one knows what will happen in the future.
“I am curious to see what kind of results irrational judgments will bring about. I will continue to observe the families left behind by the original.”
“Yeah. You’ll be able to see it more once you leave here.”
I boarded the airship with PS-111, having adjusted the warehouse door to open automatically when the airship approached.
“Or, talk to Isabel. She’ll know better than you.”
“I agree. You will be a great help to my development, brother.”
“It’s a good thing we’re close sisters.”
It would be a great benefit to me if PS-111 is further upgraded.
Isabel would also want to be by her sister’s side. I was convinced of this after seeing the boy today. If it’s the boy, he’ll likely move with me, even if it’s just to take care of PS-111.
‘If you have Isabelle as your ally, you can easily deal with threats from other rankers.’
The reason I’ve been moving stealthily to avoid the rankers up until now was because I lacked information about the enemies. If Isabel were here, I would be able to move much more actively.
The information and potential the guy has. Not a bad harvest.
PS-111 and I returned to the mansion with happy hearts.
And the next day.
My Heavenly Mother and I waited in a dark alley where we would meet the guy.
But no matter how long I waited, Isabel did not show up.
–
Sihyeon Yujin opened her eyes and for a moment thought that she had not yet woken up from her dream.
After obtaining the relic, she had always slept in the bio-capsule. However, the sensations she felt throughout her body now were far from the artificial comfort characteristic of the bio-capsule.
A mat that gently massages your back and waist, and a moderate amount of weight on your chest. These are all things you can’t feel in a bio capsule.
She was now lying on a luxurious bed. It was only after realizing this that she realized she had passed out.
“Are you awake?”
Just then the door opened and a familiar face walked in.
The other person was her maid who served her at the hotel. Coldblood, who was unusually short, crossed the large room and placed a tray with towels and cups next to the bed.
“Here?”
“This is the recovery room. We found you collapsed in your room and brought you here.”
The Coldblood maid who said that handed Sihyeon a drink.
“It’s a juice made with wild cactus and various fruits. It will relieve your headache.”
After hearing that it would relieve pain, Si-hyeon immediately drank the juice. And then she was surprised.
I thought it was just a common saying, but the effect was amazing. The pain that felt like my entire head was being pressed by a press machine was completely gone.
“… Good.”
“If you wish, I can see if I can supply juice to the ship right now.”
“That’s… perfect. Please.”
The ship of the vision is scheduled to leave Berzan 02 this morning. If you have a lot of this potent drink, you won’t have to suffer from headaches for a while.
“Is there anything else you need?”
“Not now.”
“Then I will step down.”
While Si-hyeon was resting on the bed, the maid tried to quietly leave the room. Seeing this, Si-hyeon absentmindedly called out to the maid.
“Is it okay for a moment?”
“yes?”
Could it be because my health has suddenly deteriorated? I have never acted so impulsively since becoming a clone, or even before that.
That’s why I was so embarrassed inside when I called. Of course, I didn’t show it on the outside.
“I want to talk.”
“All right.”
The maid, in response to Si-hyeon’s call, brought a small chair and sat down next to the bed.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Isabelle.”
“Isabel? That’s an unusual name, not a cult-like one.”
As Sihyeon tilted her head, Coldblood’s maid, Isabel, bowed her head respectfully.
“It’s the name given to me by those I loved the most.”
“I see. Okay. Isabel. Would you like to work for me?”
The previous call to Isabel was a momentary impulse, but now it was sincere. While in the water fortress, Isabel had helped Sihyeon perfectly without any inconvenience. So Sihyeon was quite fond of this little coldblood maid.
“Is this for Sihyeon?”
“Yes. If you will be loyal to me, I will remove the yoke of slavery. All those under me will be free.”
Isabel remained silent at Sihyeon’s suggestion.
After a moment, Coldblood shook his pointed snout from side to side.
“You have given me a good offer, but I must decline.”
“You want to continue to be a slave?”
“I have work to do. It is much more important than slave work.”
“… … .”
Isabel speaks softly. Sihyeon, who met Coldblood’s eyes, was slightly surprised to realize that the other person was stronger than she thought.
Having worked as an assassin for a long time, she could read the minds of her opponents. Isabel’s mind was so strong that it was hard to see her as a slave.
‘What a pity.’
After confirming Isabel’s feelings, she had no choice but to give up.
“It’s rare to find someone who would reject my proposal so quickly.”
“sorry.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not blaming you. And the drink was delicious.”
Sihyeon, who had briefly expressed her gratitude, got up from her bed. There must have been chaos on the ship since she disappeared while they were preparing to leave.
“Sihyeon.”
Just as she was about to leave, Isabel called her.
“No matter what trials you face in the future, always remember who you are. If something tries to erase you, don’t give in and resist.”
“…Is that a Coldblood-style maxim?”
“A little different, but similar.”
“I hope you too will remember without losing yourself.”
After a strange greeting, Sihyeon left the recovery room.
Isabel muttered softly, looking at the closed door.
“…it’s not a tool.”
Her too. Me too.
She swallowed her last words without letting them out and began to clean up the recovery room.