Humans occasionally exhibit superhuman abilities that defy common sense. Children exposed to a variety of musical tones from an early age develop perfect pitch. Those raised by animals can communicate with beasts or run at extraordinary speeds.
And that's not all—there are also people who possess seemingly inhuman abilities through extensive training and practice, like CIA agents or Delta Force operatives.
This, too, demonstrates that human potential has no limits. With enough training and effort, anything can be achieved.
‘I never thought that could extend to the fourth dinsion, though...’
Even now, watching Lizebel stretch and retract her limbs as she pleased, I couldn’t help but smirk bitterly.
Her powers—the ones she claid to have stolen from that four-dinsional “dog”—had long been erased.
I had completely reconstructed her cells, and the four-dinsional creature that had granted her those abilities had fled far away after being threatened by my attack. Even if so remnant of her powers had remained, it should have been impossible for her to use them as before.
Unless... Lizebel had awakened to the fourth dinsion herself.
“How’s your ability? Is it the sa as before?”
“Hmm... so parts are easier now, and others are harder.”
“Maybe it’s different because the source changed... Wait—does that an that dog actually lent you its power?”
My head began to ache—an oddly pleasant sensation.
Humans interfering with the fourth dinsion? I’d never encountered anything like this on Earth.
After all, experints that could endanger human lives were strictly forbidden by ethics.
There was no need for humans to ddle with the fourth dinsion anyway—it was like throwing yourself off a cliff just because airplanes existed and expecting to fly.
But right now, I had witnessed the impossible—the first human flailing their limbs mid-air and managing to soar.
I was moved.
‘...Originally, I planned to send her back to the church by now.’
But my thoughts had changed.
There was no way I could sleep without understanding how Lizebel was able to interact with the fourth dinsion. I had a hypothesis—her body, once folded into the fourth-dinsional axis, must have retained traces of it.
I needed to test this theory. And once I confird it, experinting further on her body...
“My god?”
“Yes, Lizebel.”
“How exactly is this helping you?”
Lizebel tilted her head, clearly confused.
anwhile, I smiled—a smile I had never made before.
“It’s helping imnsely. Truly.”
Yes—so much so that I couldn’t afford to let her go.
Life has a certain inertia. People tend to predict future events based on past experiences.
For example, children raised in cri-ridden neighborhoods where gunshots echo daily grow accustod to it. They close their windows and go to sleep without panic.
The people of this villain-plagued world were no different.
City E was regularly attacked by villains. As a result, its citizens had developed an abnormal level of ntal resilience.
Even when the so-called Saint was attacked by a massive monster and vanished—destroying two or three buildings in the process—life went on as usual.
People acted like nothing had happened, even without Eight’s help in altering perceptions.
“—What’s wrong with these people?”
Two n appeared on the scene—a red-haired man and a white-haired man.
The red-haired man, Mr. Powerful, scoffed at the sight of City E’s residents calmly going about their day. It was hard to believe this was the sa place where the trumpets of angels had sounded just days ago.
Even now, ruined buildings crushed by the monster lood in the background. And yet, no grieving families cried out, nor were there protests demanding the truth.
Peaceful.
Too peaceful.
“Are you sure the trumpet sounded here?”
“...Yeah.”
“This is insane. What the hell could be in a place like this...?”
Mr. Powerful scanned the area, unable to comprehend why the angel’s trumpet—the prophetic warning of humanity’s end—had sounded here.
The trumpet signified the arrival of an event so catastrophic that it could lead to extinction.
Yet, City E seed far from destroyed—it was so peaceful that not even a single villain was in sight.
It was enough to make one wonder if the trumpet had malfunctioned.
In the end, the two n decided to approach the situation in the most modern way possible.
“Hey, Evilus. Pull up recent incidents in this city.”
[Understood. Please wait a mont.]
Asking questions to the trending AI.
Before long, the AI installed on their smartphones began explaining the incidents that had occurred in City E. Naturally, the information it provided was nothing more than what was already widely circulated online.
But for two people who had spent their lives preventing humanity’s destruction—fighting to safeguard its survival—that shallow information was more than enough.
“Seriously. If we just set up an intelligence organization, this would be so much easier. Why aren’t we allowed to?”
“...We can’t. We’re not supposed to interfere.”
“I know, I know. But how long are we supposed to follow those outdated rules?”
Mr. Powerful’s complaint was t with silence from Rays, who saw no reason to argue. Sighing, Mr. Powerful shrugged and began walking again.
According to the AI, the major incidents in City E included the Saint’s disappearance and the appearance of a massive monster—an event so serious that it cost the military a state-of-the-art fighter jet.
And, as the wiki stated, it was an organization of villains that resolved the situation.
This likely ant that the angel’s trumpet, which had sounded here, was pointing to that monster. And the villains who defeated it were probably the ones who prevented humanity’s extinction...
“Let’s confirm the situation quickly and head back. They’re a public-facing group, so we should be able to blend in easily.”
“...Alright.”
“Found it. Let’s go.”
Pulling out a forged ID from his pocket, Mr. Powerful headed toward the Evilus Corporation building with Mr. Rays.
The first floor—a lobby so extravagant it scread money—drew a whistle of admiration from Mr. Powerful before he approached the receptionist with a cheerful grin.
As the frail red-haired man and the muscular white-haired man approached, the receptionist instinctively sensed sothing unusual but maintained a welcoming smile.
“Welco. How may I help you?”
“Hello there. We’re...”
Thud.
Mr. Powerful handed over a press card and lifted a cara slightly, speaking in a casual tone.
“We’re here to cover the recent incident... Could you point us to the villains’ headquarters?”
“Uh... Uh? One mont, please. Let make a call—.”
A press inquiry about villains. It was, of course, an unprecedented request.
Despite the receptionist’s confusion, she quickly began contacting soone, allowing the two to enter the villains’ base under the guise of reporters.
“An interview? No way.”
“Y-Yes...! I’ll let them know!”
While I was busy studying Lizebel’s body in the lab, Aile suddenly slipped in, timidly informing that so reporters had shown up.
Reporters?
I never expected anyone insane enough to try interviewing a villain organization—let alone one operated like a corporate paramilitary force.
Naturally, I had no intention of showing my face, abandoning my research, or getting photographed. So I waved it off and flatly refused the interview request.
With Aile scurrying off, I returned to studying Lizebel.
“Oh, hmm... I see. So this part works like this...”
“Uh, my god. This position is... kind of hard to hold—.”
“Just bear with it a little longer.”
“Ahh—! You’re so an...!”
I continued giving Lizebel various poses and instructions while conducting my research.
When I realized we were out of drinking water, I left the lab briefly to fetch so from the pantry.
Grabbing so coffee for myself and water for Lizebel, I turned to head back to the lab—only to spot two unfamiliar n approaching from down the hall.
A thin redhead and a muscular white-haired man.
Reporters, maybe?
I lowered my head and tried to sneak past them, not wanting to get roped into an interview.
Thud!
“H-Hey—?”
“...?”
“Wait a second—!”
Hearing sothing drop behind , along with soone calling out, I panicked.
Had they recognized ?
Had my identity—the ABC Award-winning genius scientist—been exposed?
I bolted straight back to the lab, locked the door securely, and handed the water bottle to Lizebel with a smile.
“Here. Drink this.”
“Thank you, my god... Did sothing happen?”
“Nope. Nothing at all. Let’s get back to the research.”
Sure, I was curious why they had looked so startled after seeing .
But that curiosity couldn’t compete with my intellectual hunger.
I returned to my research on Lizebel’s body, quickly forgetting all about the so-called reporters who had co looking for us.
Mr. Powerful and Mr. Rays stood frozen, their eyes blinking repeatedly as their jaws dropped.
There, right before them, was soone who should not—could not—exist.
“...Did you see that?”
“...You saw it too?”
Locking eyes, they abandoned the cara and notebooks they had been using for interviews and bolted out of the building.
The Evilus staff’s attempts to ask what was wrong fell on deaf ears.
Because Adam—Adam—was here.
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