The Foreigner on the Periphery Chapter 105: Shock and Terror (3)

The air in the room was chilly. Even at such a mont, the ntal wave of the frying pan was quite calm. Minjun didnt like it.

anwhile, the rest, who could only hear half of their conversation, held their breath. At the sa ti, after pondering over the hypotheses that Minjun poured out, he realized it. There was no objection.

The absolute trust and uncritical attitude he had given to frying pans so far was not normal. A dish that satisfied everyone no matter who made it. The premise of making everyone happy in the first place was a concept that could not be established without ntal manipulation.

Minjun spoke in a voice like ice. Everyone should have noticed earlier, but I kept letting it go. By the way, I, who was the most critical, completely forgot my existence several tis.

In the first place, it had too many functions to be dismissed as just one frying pan. In addition to this, it was amazingly good. This was the ability to satisfy everyones taste buds, the ability to read superficial consciousness and interpret any language.

The ability to see through the opponents ability. At first glance, there seed to be no connection. However, what if they were the result of a single powerful ability rather than a separate ability?

You can actually read minds deeper than the superficial consciousness. And you can manipulate it to suit your taste.

The frying pan did not deny it. He was reading my mind? Cathy asked with a dizzying look on her face. She rembered when the frying pan ntioned her bleed shift ability. So its unique ability it was reading mories?!

The frying pan said in a calm tone. = Please tell your sister. Its true that you read slightly more than verbalized superficial consciousness, but its not at the level of perfect mind-reading. You cant read whats hidden in your subconscious mind. Even so, the agent is very difficult. Ive already given up.=

Minjun raised an eyebrow. He didnt even pass it on to Cathy. He gritted his teeth instead. Even if what you say is true, youre already being compared to a mind-reader on the committee. Even contactless operation? Ill ask again. Who are you?

The cerebrum remained silent instead of responding imdiately. It was a pretty long silence. Minjun was worried. How should a frying pan be tortured? There was no such thing as a curse. Since the spirit body was not detected, it was quite impossible to harass with a ghost. Even the fuselage was made of dark iron, which was a high-grade mineral originally used to make famous swords.

In other words, it could not be easily lted. What was even scarier was that the frying pan may enjoy the process, even if it was run. Perhaps all the perverted reactions he had seen so far may be just acting, so the mont he decided to give this line of thought a try, the frying pan answered. = This is a question I have been pondering for a long ti. Did you ask, Who are you? I was curious too. What am I? =

The answer is simple.

= No, I have to explain everything to give you an answer. I was in agony. Why was I created? What purpose does it exist for? =

Minjun could slowly feel the limit of his patience. However, the next concept the frying pan uttered stopped his tal lting magic. =I was originally just an ordinary cooking tool. Its existence was to help with the best cuisine. But on that day 800 years ago, sothing inside of woke up.=

There was a pause. = Until then, I didnt even know there was such a thing in my teeth, but the awakened fragnt ate up. The newly awakened even had a clear purpose. Expressed in terms of the earth, it would be close to the categorical imperative. The idea of doing sothing unconditionally, absolutely was within =

What is it?

= Follow the reason I exist. In other words, to bring happiness to people without lies and to save those who are in pain!=

Minjuns eyebrows rose. Despite the dubious reaction, the frying pan continued to speak cheerfully. =I have found a match between this new sense of purpose and the intention of making the cookware.=

= So I had no choice. My sister knew that the agent was planning to seal up. It was impossible to stand still. I will confess that getting the agent to forget was the most difficult task after waking up. It even got more difficult as ti went on. And in the end it failed. However, I had no choice but to do it.=

Minjun took a mont to catch his breath, then said. Why?

At this, the frying pan shouted in a very bright and cheerful tone. =Because I cant make you happy if Im sealed!=

***

The consciousness of an unnad frying pan had gone to the past.

He had been originally an artificial intelligence created with the purpose of reciting stored recipes, giving advice on cooking thods, and becoming a companion to users. It was about 800 years ago, as confessed, that the algorithm changed into sothing difficult to specify.

Enlightennt ca suddenly. There was no confusion. This esd because the artificial intelligence of the frying pan was not equipped with an advanced self-computing program to the point of feeling the division of identity. Therefore, the newly born self absorbed the mories and self-consciousness of the troll chef in the frying pan and made it his own.

However, the absence of confusion did not an that there had been no in-depth self-exploration. The frying pan had co to a conclusion after a long deliberation. As the faint mories had stated, he would exist to bring true happiness to people and to save them. However, as a cooking tool, the way to do it had beco limited.

The frying pan was not sad. Instead, he decided to focus on what he could do. Since then, frying pans had beco more than just a cooking tool. Have you suddenly improved your cooking skills? It wasnt like this originally.

-Why are you suddenly lifting people up? Nothing different from usual. Where to eat Ugh?! Whats this? Did I make this?

Those who used it found the supre happiness they could feel in the act of eating. They quickly discovered that the secret was in the frying pan. And after a while, the manufacturer began to contact them.

Lets see Huh? Is our model correct? The manufacturer seed to be recalling all frying pans produced under this model number.

-Why?

Not only was the AI flawed, but the chef who had his mory copied ended up getting sued. If you return it, you will be rewarded. Thats quite a lot. A little extra money to upgrade our spaceship.

.

-.

-But do we have to return it?

-Yes, there is no need for that, right?

While all ego frying pans of the sa model were being recalled, no users returned them, and as a result, they were not disposed of after several generations. There were no rumors spreading. This was because the owners felt they shouldnt be talking about it.

Over ti, the frying pan, which has crossed multiple dinsions, had learned several tis more dishes than originally stored, and its performance had also improved. In the end, he directly edited the self-introduction statent. It was a sentence that the manufacturer never intended.

-I am equipped with 1.92 million recipes representing 245 dinsions, and through the ultra-fine vibration wave divergence function, even if an outsider in cooking grasps and shakes , the result is a masterpiece dish with perfect and excellent taste.

This was the so-called housewives secret weapon, the wizard of the kitchen! He soon discovered that he had an interpreting ability that surpassed the 12 languages specified in the manual.

However, there were no long worries. The manufacturer probably forgot and couldnt specify it. Briefly, he added a line to his self-introduction. -Dont worry about communication, I can understand and interpret any language through contactless sympathy!

While wandering the dinsions, he had fallen into the hands of a dragon and ca to Earth with him. And one day when the dragon was away, the frying pan felt soones spirit approaching him. It was a heavy consciousness that was hard to read inside.

At that point, Jang Tae-jun was away from ho for only a week. It was enough ti to take a break and wait for the owners return. However, the frying pan felt the urge when he found the agent. In addition to this, he made a sound by dropping his body vigorously, drawing attention. And the mont when Minjun grabbed his handle, the frying pan fell into an emotion that I had never felt before. It was a deep thrill that could be expressed as homogeneity if replaced with the earth language.

***

Hearing the explanation, Minjun made a dissatisfied expression on his face. After all, you an you dont even know what you are, right?

It wasnt what he wanted to hear. The frying pan had denied the prisoners summary in part.

= No, I know. Again, in order to provide people with unfeigned happiness

Tell about your specific identity, not that ridiculous sense of purpose. You will have to answer carefully. The mont you co to the conclusion that you cant believe it, Ill seal you up.

That seed to be the punishnt the frying pan feared the most.

In fact, confused and dizzying emotions leaked from the inside of the body that had been firmly maintained to see if the threat had worked. Besides, you already lied to once.

=?!=

You said this at Jang Tae-juns house. I didnt know he was a wizard. I an, he just thought he was an ordinary entrepreneur. But if you read the surface consciousness so deeply, you cant be ignorant about the fact that he was a dragon.

There was no such thing as a dragon whose identity was buried deep in the unconscious. And there was no dragon that could not use magic. Therefore, the frypans testimony at the ti that Jang Tae-jun was not a wizard was a lie.

=Ah thats=

The frying pan hesitated as if it had been stabbed, then said this.

= It was unavoidable. Sending a desperate signal to the agent was the sa as leaving the forr owner, who was uncertain about whether he was alive or dead at the ti I couldnt do anything to put him in danger.

You were already aware of Jang Tae-Juns plan.

= To be precise, I had a feeling that I would not be able to tell the agent that he was a dragon. =

Thats it. Thats it.

= No, I dont know why.=

The frying pan took a long ti to ponder. = I dont know why, but this is what I thought. The mont he reveals that he is a dragon, he thinks that he might be eaten by Agent-sama.

This ti, Minjun kept his mouth shut. He managed to remain in that state, calming his complicated head, and said: You an eating it?

= Yes. Jeon Joo-in-nim is also a person who has been patronizing for a long ti, but I do not want to fry such a persons at on my coated floor Moreover, at the ti of contact with the frying pan, the mory of eating a dragon was restored.

I cant believe it!

In the end, Minjun decided to seal the frying pan.

Okay, I cant help it if I keep hiding my identity.

It was then

=I cant tell you all because my mories arent complete, but its the truth!= The frying pan said urgently. = Please believe . Its a very hazy mory but I have a feeling that I used to be sothing much bigger than this. Now my soul is weak and hard to see, but it used to be a good soul. Now, it looks like it is broken into very small pieces countless tis. Now I am one of those fragnts.=

Fragnts. Minjun paid close attention to the word. Co to think of it, he ntioned the word sculpture when he first started confessing. His head turned faster. Co to think of it, I still cant see this guys soul in my eyes!

He thought that was one of the reasons for that. Whether it was a shattered soul shard or so great soul. However, what if that premise was wrong? What if it was not one of them, but both?

What if it was a fragnt of a very high-ranking soul? Then, it could explain why Minjun was invisible and why he maintained such a clear self in a fragnted subject. And, as far as he knew, there was only one of those great souls that had been shattered.

-443. ((External Secret)) Obtain and submit the soul fragnt of prisoner identification number Asif-1. Reward: 7 million talents.

If this is a real Asif-1 fragnt

How exciting! His heart started beating. Seven million Talents!

If true, you would be freed the mont you submit it to the committee. The mont he thought so

! Thud! Thud! Thud! His heart started beating like it was going to explode. It was a completely different sound from the previous pounding. At the sa ti, a strong foreboding dominated him. It was a premonition close to impulse.

Minjun had already felt this sense of color. It was when he had gotten his hands on the blood of a homunculus that copied Jang Tae-jun, and blood that contained a lot of viruses that infected dragons. A strong foreboding that things would work out if he had to submit it to the committee instead of keeping it covered in his consciousness. And, what Minjun felt now was the sa as then, but a far more terrifying impulse.

He felt his breathing quicken. His face turned red. There were thick veins all over his body, including his temple. He had only one thought: That this must be submitted and reported to the committee imdiately.

No!

Paaah!

Ugh!

Damn!

What, what!

For a very brief mont, a bright light flashed from Minjuns body. The flash was seen by everyone gathered here. The light that colored the surroundings for a brief mont as if struck by lightning and then disappeared.

Cathy muttered as she stared at the afterimage left on her retina. What was that just

It was such a beautiful light. Cathy felt possessed. The sa went for Jeongpal. Unlike the two of them, Ha Eun-seong knew its true identity.

Talent! Minjun barely regained his composure after the explosion of the flash.

The mont he thought that the frying pan might be a fragnt of Asif-1, the urge to contact the committee imdiately attacked him. Panic and fear that the world would collapse if he did not follow him An ominous feeling that everything would be ruined had penetrated him.

In addition to this, he barely escaped before he completely succumbed to it. While the prisoner remained silent, the frying pan spoke cautiously. =Perhaps fragnts like mine are scattered all over the universe. I dont know what form it will be. Is it hidden in the soul of an intelligent being, or is it nestled in things like ? Combining them makes feel more complete. Then wont the lost mories co back? =

Minjun couldnt answer easily. There was so much to think about. After organizing his thoughts and mories for such a long ti, he suddenly turned his head. Jeongpal, who made eye contact with him, was startled.

Minjuns eyes were full of blood and seed to be burning with a scorching fla. If the fragnts really fit, there would definitely be more similar ones. Minjun again drew attention to the connection between the frying pan and the recently discovered ego sword.

An undetectable soul resided in the spirit detection magic, and that soul possessed mind control ability. Were there any other bizarre coincidences like this?

Minjun then asked Jeongpal. Where is the sword you spoke of now?

The police said they interrogated the forensic team mbers who woke up from madness. He then asked, thinking that he would have recovered his sword if he had secured his identity.

He couldnt figure out why the story was suddenly coming out, but Jeongpal stamred and answered. Then, Minjuns face contorted a lot. The forensic team who stabbed the wizard and ran away was found nearby before dawn.

Like Kwak Do-chuls wife, the bones of his body were broken. However, in his fallen hand The sword was missing?