Winter passed swiftly in the third world.
As winter passed, I noticed that the number of attackers observed by the Harvesters, who were traveling around the country, was decreasing.
This wasn’t because the situation was improving, but because those who had chosen the path of becoming thieves to survive were dying.
As a result, public safety is gradually improving.
More and more people are returning to transportation work, and although the society hasn’t completely returned to normal, it has recovered a lot.
However, the people in this country are now facing a new problem.
It’s the people who have escaped from other countries in order to survive.
Harvesters also need food and drink, so they stop by restaurants or pubs. Naturally, they overhear the flowing stories of the world.
There are many people who ca from other countries and can’t speak the language well.
On top of the fact that we don’t even have enough to eat and jobs are decreasing, these people are taking up space, and there are complaints about that.
Or, there are stories about how they’ve banded together to form new violent groups.
The problems that existed in the faded mories are appearing here.
As the society becos more connected, if one country shakes, it affects the entire world. Although this world isn’t highly interconnected yet, so if one country shakes, it won’t cause a huge disturbance...
The three large corporations are multinational corporations spread across many countries.
I can’t predict the future with my head, but I can analyze the present. If I assu that my analysis could be wrong at any ti, this is just a ga.
I wait for the future when the Harvesters will send warmth, all the while passing the ti with this little amusent.
The fourth world is currently in spring.
In other words, a considerable amount of ti has passed since I arrived here.
But my situation hasn’t really changed much.
Sotis, the blindfold is removed, and I turn the experintal humans in front of into Harvesters. And after that, I’m imrsed in pleasure.
It’s very monotonous.
It makes wonder if this is really how the devil has fallen.
Has sothing else happened?
Mocking a senior who was the first to enter another vessel and lost their flavor, I reflect on the dissatisfaction that has been building up lately.
I make fewer Harvesters.
When I make Harvesters, I just experint on them briefly and discard them.
But the supply of test subjects to turn into Harvesters is gradually decreasing.
What is the wizard thinking?
The wizard.
It’s been about a month since I arrived in the fourth world.
In that ti, I’ve learned a few things about the wizard.
His na is sothing like Zeber Ibn [unintelligible].
The reason I don’t know his full na is that he stopped speaking halfway through saying it. From what I heard, he’s from a family of wizards.
In the first or third world, wizards were just like experts, but in the fourth world, there’s an ideology that only noble people can use magic.
Apparently, he was able to gather experintal subjects far too easily.
The wizard was part of the privileged class.
And the ones I thought were clones weren’t just simple copies of humans, but artificially created humans.
Apparently, the Harvesters, which are thought to be the prototype of these creations, were the reason Bardrol didn’t react to their faces.
It wasn’t really their own faces.
But it seems like Bardrol was used as material. That’s why the contract was continuing.
By the way, Bardrol was originally a warrior. A warrior skilled with the sickle, but she beca a slave after being frad for cris she didn’t commit, due to her ignorance of politics.
She didn’t just beco a laborer, but a toy.
If you think about what the Empress did to her concubine in the faded mories, it’s easy to understand.
She was in a terrible state, close to death, and had fallen near the surface. Luckily, the timing of our eting was just right. So, instead of exploding, she beca a Harvester.
Having been ntally broken for so long, she accepted a lot of the mories from Yasle. With those mories, she beca a wizard and sought revenge.
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After completing her revenge and being overwheld with joy, she was suddenly killed and sent warmth before disappearing.
This wasn’t in another city of the sa country, but from a completely different country, so even though Bardrol’s mories were there, it was hard to recognize that it was from the world she lived in.
And her death seems to be related to this wizard, Zeber.
He examined my mories and said that the mories weren’t recorded in my brain.
In other words, it ans there’s a technique to extract mories. I suspect the tal needle lodged in my head is responsible for that.
And that could have been done to Bardrol as well.
That’s why Yasle’s magic was used, and he figured out.
Taking advantage of the situation, he also used her body to make the woman I called a clone.
That’s probably why the contract with the clone was completed.
Moreover, I’ve learned a lot about this clone too. Well, since she’s not the original, I guess you could call her a Chira?
Anyway, there are different types of Chiras.
First, the ones doing nial tasks. They wear a brass-colored necklace, and their estimated lifespan is about seven years.
Their intelligence isn’t very high, and they can’t use magic at all.
Zeber treats them like consumables.
Then there are the ones who take care of children.
There are three of them, each with their own nas. They wear silver necklaces and can use magic. They’re quite intelligent, and unlike the consumables, they have personalities.
By the way, the children are not normal children but are artificially created children. A mixture of demons or gods. In addition, there are even young Chiras.
It’s unclear whether they’re just a control group or if they serve the sa purpose as the nad Chiras, but like the teaching Chiras, they have personalities.
Next are the ones working in the laboratory.
They’re similar to the consumables but wear bronze-colored necklaces. It’s said that their lifespan is about 30 years, which is longer than the ones doing nial tasks.
These are the ones who mostly beco Harvesters.
But sotis, the Chira Harvesters are disassembled and examined, so they seem to be just tools.
And finally.
Zeber has a Chira he calls an assistant. He clearly has a special attachnt to this one, as it wears a necklace with a gem on it.
It’s funny how he makes a puppet that only listens to his words and shows attachnt to it.
The Chira Zeber calls his assistant is more capable than the other Chiras. It can use magic, is quite intelligent, and has a real personality.
Of course, compared to an ordinary person, it’s still lacking, but it definitely has emotions.
Consumables have little to no emotion.
One day, while watching soone’s amusent park.
“Hey, isn’t the Purple God’s abdon smaller?” Zeber said, sounding confused, though he was disappointed that he didn’t bring a person to turn into a Harvester.
By the way, the Purple God is .
I didn’t know they’d na by color.
But my abdon shrinking... Could it have decayed?
The sound of footsteps drew near, and a cold tallic object touched my stomach. I couldn’t see what they were doing since it was in a spot where the Chira Harvester couldn’t see. Soon, it fell, and Zeber’s shout rang out.
“Bring all the biological data from when this was installed!”
The Chira inside hurriedly moved and ca back with a long sheet of paper.
Then, slap.
The Chira who brought the paper was slapped by Zeber and fell to the floor.
“You’ve only had one seed since summoning! Didn’t I tell you to report imdiately if sothing was wrong? What have you been doing until now without reporting this problem? How could you not notice sothing so simple? Trash!”
Zeber shouted angrily at the Chira.
The Chira, still lying on the floor, tried to get up but couldn’t. It seems sothing got damaged when it was slapped earlier.
Zeber, shouting for a long ti, stomped on the Chira lying on the floor and broke its leg, then said to another nearby Chira:
“Grind this up in the crusher, and bring the surgical tools. Imdiately.”
The Chira disappeared, dragging the one on the floor, and a Chira Harvester approached Zeber with surgical tools in hand.
Zeber approached , holding the tools, and called the assistant. Then, he gave the assistant so instructions, and the assistant imdiately manipulated the machine.
I could see sothing injected near the neck, probably an anesthetic.
Of course, since I don’t feel sensations through the central nervous system, it didn’t affect .
Zeber, wearing gloves and a mask, adjusted my position so my abdon faced up.
Then, with a large knife, he cut open my stomach. The pain of my abdon being sliced open hit as the cold steel exposed my insides.
Then, he inserted the knife into my intestines where the baby was, slicing it.
Squelch.
As the intestines split, the liquid inside splattered. Was it amniotic fluid?
Ssss.
“Gaaaah!”
When the liquid splashed out and touched my skin, it smoked and started to rise. Zeber scread. Hmm? Wasn’t amniotic fluid supposed to be that acidic?
The assistant hurriedly ca over and wiped Zeber’s cheek. Zeber cursed for a while, then ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) replaced his gloves with thicker ones and ca back to continue cutting my insides.
“What is this?”
The Chira Harvester’s eyes also scanned my insides.
Inside, there was thick liquid.
Zeber put his hand into the murky liquid and pulled out so white, root-like clumps, which looked like tangled wood roots. He said:
“You crazy monster. You didn’t grow a fetus, you digested it?”
He spoke with disgust, as if facing sothing horrifying, pulling on the root-like clumps.
“This isn’t the placenta and umbilical cord. This is a digestive organ that grew to absorb nutrients.”
He carefully examined the starting point of the roots and cut them. After inspecting the cross-section, he pulled out the clumps of white stones tangled in the wood-like roots and placed them on a nearby tray.
Then, he continued to reach into my intestines.
Muttering terms like “This is not the endotrial lining, but the stomach wall,” he examined my insides, saying that the shape was the sa, but the structure had changed.
He then used a machine to clean out my insides and stitched up.
Indeed.
It wasn’t decay, it was digestion. The human body is fascinating. Or maybe it’s because I’m inside it.
He continued cursing while dissecting the digestive organs I called the wood-like roots. Then, through his mumbling, I realized what the white stones tangled inside were.
They were half-lted bones.
Skull fragnts, shoulder bones, and the remains of hip bones. Muttering these, Zeber cursed in disgust.
Of course, reabsorbing the fetus inside seed horrendous, but I know that in the natural world, it’s a sowhat common occurrence.
Many creatures stop reproducing to preserve their own life when the mother is in danger.
Compared to that, isn’t Zeber, who creates hybrid creatures at will, more horrifying and disgusting?
But instead of ntioning it, I stayed silent as if I couldn’t think, knowing that it would lead to a better outco.
Hehe.
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