I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated Chapter 721

Chapter 721

721: Side - Sibylla, Part 1

I don't an to boast about my misfortune, but I think there are not so many people who lead a life as full of oddities as mine.

Wait, can I even be considered a "person" in the first place?

I was born, it seems, several decades ago. Not that it ans much to considering how I don't rember living that long myself.

My birthplace was an island floating in the sky, the site of a forr secret experintal facility in the Kingdom of Raydoss.

There, all kinds of inhumane experints were conducted on a daily basis, and I was one of them.

There exists artificially-made monsters known as chiras. They were the product of a brainless plan to synthesize several magical beasts together and create the most powerful one. In the end, they ran amok and destroyed several countries, but they continued their research in secret on the floating island with an unfounded confidence that they could control it.

After various experints, they reached a certain conclusion: The reason why they go berserk is because they are mostly composed of monsters! If we make a human the main body, they will surely be controllable!

The Superhuman Creation Project. Should we laugh at the sense of those who nad it, or worry about the craziness of those who actually put it into action?

Anyway, after hundreds, no, thousands of failed experints in human-monster synthesis, I was created.

It seems that before , they tried many foolish tricks. Injecting monster blood or magic stones into humans and whatnot.

Their stupidity was proven by the fact that I was the one and only success they had. And yet, I too was viewed as a failure at first.

In my case, they did not fuse a monster into a full-grown human being. They used the thod of mixing in the cells of a dragon and a sli at the fetal developnt stage, before I took form in my mother's womb.

They probably expected great things from the power of dragons and the regenerative ability of slis.

Moreover, a special kind of undead was chosen as a mother so that she could withstand giving birth to these superhumans. She was the product of a crazy experint to create intelligent and powerful undead by pouring grudges and spite into a living human being.

From the womb of that undead who just barely maintained their sanity, ca a newborn carrying the cells of humans, dragons, and slis.

Is that really a "person"?

Moreover, the child did not even possess the desired power. Although she was born with a ability to regenerate minor wounds, she was not different than a normal human except that she grew a little faster.

After several years of human experintation, I was judged to be a failure and sent to different branch of research. That was the cryosleep experint. They attempted to freeze people so that they could continue to sleep for a long period of ti without aging.

They had never succeeded in this experint either, but it seems that they took note of my regenerative ability. I guess they thought that my regeneration, no matter how small, would make it possible to revive from the frozen state.

I faintly rember the ti when I was put in a coffin and a strange sludgy water was poured in.

Well, I don't rember much from back then. Only a few bits of pieces of the terrifying researchers, and a few more of my kind fellow brothers and sisters that lived with in that hellhole.

I don't know what happened to the floating islands after that. However, according to the information I gathered, more than ten years after I was frozen, the floating island had sohow turned into a dungeon.

But before that, I was among the few research materials that the researchers on the floating island transferred to a lab on the ground, shortly before their deaths.

But then the country fell into chaos, and I was forgotten for a long ti. It was only ten years ago that they realized I was a sample for cryosleep experints rather than just a corpse, and an attempt was made to thaw out.

And even still, I was treated as a failure. I was in a state of living death due to the insufficient thawing on the inside of my body.

As a result, I was discarded. Apparently, the researchers who thawed out had taken secretly in order to take all credit for the achievent, and later decided that it was too dangerous to keep a failure like around.

Normally, I would have been killed and buried, but these young researchers hesitated. After cutting open so many tis, they suddenly felt it was against their conscience to give a proper end. Were they ntally retarded?

After much deliberation, they decided to throw away. But, they didn't throw away just anywhere.

The location was a forr A-rank monster den called the "Insect Feast". 'Forr' only because it was no longer under the control of the Adventurers' Guild. The level of danger was even greater than before.

Simply put, it is a deep fissure in the earth about 100 ters deep. 30 ters wide and 2 kiloters long. Countless different kinds of bug-type monsters inhabit the crack, swarming around and devouring anything that enters.

I was abandoned there. Or rather, I was thrown in. But at that ti, I was still a corpse. I had no mory of it, and only found out later when I searched out the researchers and made them spit it out.

In fact, it was only after this event that my mory beca clear.

I felt a trendous, intense pain that tortured my whole body.

That was what woke up.

I saw hundreds of tiny bugs clinging to my body, eating my flesh.

Why? I was in a small space sowhere. The last thing I rember was being put in a coffin.

But the pain prevents from thinking of anything else.

I wonder how much ti has passed since I was in pain. Maybe a few days.

Sohow I did not die. Every ti I was eaten, my flesh regenerates. Why?

In the anti, I've grown accustod to the pain. The bugs are still swarming to as usual. To them, I suppose, I'm like food that multiplies endlessly.

But why? I don't think my regenerative abilities are enough to heal this fast…… Blood is pouring out of unceasingly, soaking my whole body. It doesn't make sense that I'm still alive.

I finally have enough composure to think about it and I finally understand my situation.

It seems that I am inside a deep crack in a rock wall. And the liquid I thought was my blood was actually a water spring.

Water……? Imdiately after I realized that, a terrible thirst ca over . Co to think of it, I haven't had anything to eat or drink for days.

I desperately reach for water and lick it off my hand. Ah, water. The slightest wetting of my mouth gives a trendous surge of energy. To think water was this important to life……

Well, as it turns out, it was not just water. It was a magical water, with similar composition to a mana potion, containing an abundance of mana due to certain circumstances.

The reason why my regeneration was activated indefinitely was probably because I was able to keep replenishing my magical power by imrsing myself in that water.

But at that ti, I was grateful for the water and just kept licking it.

Once the thirst was quenched, the next thing was hunger. But there was nothing for to eat. Scratch that, there was sothing.

I picked up a bug, fat and round from eating my own flesh and blood, and threw it straight into my mouth. I chewed desperately on the disgusting and bitter bug. Oh, it's so nasty.

Moreover, I had a sudden stomachache. I knew I shouldn't have eaten it. And yet, I did not die. Thank god for my regeneration.

If I don't die, I can keep eating. In the first place, it doesn't matter if I die. Whether its death from poison… death from being consud by bugs… death from starvation. There is no big difference either way.

And so I continued to eat the bugs. Munching on them. Devouring them with all my heart.