My Children Swarm the Cosmos โ€“ Chapter 2

๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ณ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ (2)



The term โ€œbioweaponโ€ refers to a living organism that is employed as a weapon.

Today, there are numerous weapons in the world, but the majority of them are based on metal, computers, machinery, and artificial intelligence. The reason humans use such weapons is straightforward:

Bioweapons are difficult to control.

Using a non-human organism as a weapon is a concept that is fundamentally different from the military dogs or horses of the past.

Todayโ€™s bioweapons, depending on their type, can tear apart armored vehicles or, in sufficient numbers, annihilate an entire country.

Since there is no guarantee of control over such weapons, everyone is hesitant about them. As a result, the development of bioweapons, biological weapons, and other weaponized artificial life forms is subject to stringent international oversight and monitoring.

Therefore, the weaponization of living organisms is currently only being pursued by a small number of organizations.

Among those few organizations, the most prominent on a global scale is undoubtedly the Darwin Foundation.


The black armor worn by Experimental Subject 412 is peculiar.

It seems to have been designed through bioengineering to thinly envelop his entire body, yet its sharp and jagged texture strangely resembles the carapace of the bioweapon he wields.

Experimental Subject 412, clad in black armor from head to toe, stands in the concrete rubble of a plaza. He summons dozens of bioweapons.

โ€™๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ.โ€™

๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ! ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ. . .

Dozens of them gather before him.

They are assault-type bioweapons that donโ€™t appear to be mammals or reptiles. Their bodies are structured for running like a four-legged predator, their heads resemble a combination of an insect and a fish, and their flexible tails have sharp blades protruding from the tips.

In addition, reddish-brown skin is partially covered by a shiny black carapace, which serves as a type of armor. When standing upright, these assault-type bioweapons are taller than humans.

โ€˜๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช-๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ.โ€™

The horde of bioweapons that follow him unconditionally obey the commands he sends through his brain waves. It is their instinct.

โ€™๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช-๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜Œ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.โ€™

At that, the bioweapons each let out low growls, as if eager to fight right now, and gnashed their teeth.

โ€™๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ.โ€™


Immediately, the horde of dozens of bioweapons dashed past the towering buildings like hounds.

After swarming westward, the horde of bioweapons encounters human machines crossing an elevated highway.

Five bipedal war machines, each about three times the height of a person, are moving along with a large cargo truck.

The cargo truck, equipped with an anti-gravity device, hovers about a meter above the ground, clearing the obstacles strewn across the ruins. The five war machines protecting it carry gauss cannons larger than a human body, which they wield like rifles.

Grrr. . . Kaaar!

His horde rushes up the rubble of collapsed buildings onto the elevated highway. The war machines quickly react.

โ€œHostile lifeform detected.โ€


Immediately after the horrifying, overlapping screech echoes across the battlefield, the war machinesโ€™ cannon fire engulfs the horde.


Metallic projectiles fired in rapid succession from the gauss cannons erupt with a deafening roar.

Kuzik. . .

Several bioweapons in the front lines, hit by the metal projectiles, explode. However, these creatures have no fear of death.

Due to the nature of assault-type bioweapons, which require close-range combat to fight, they suffer casualties until they reach their target. However, Experimental Subject 412, who commands them, devises tactics based on the information he receives from their eyes and ears.

Experimental Subject 412, now atop the elevated highway, gives the order.

โ€™๐˜š๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ.โ€™

The war machines reveal deployable launchers on their shoulders and scatter shrapnel like buckshot. Coincidentally, the horde of bioweapons widens the gaps between them.


Amidst the numerous explosions, several more are blown apart, and under the continuous barrage of cannon fire, several more fall.

Still, thanks to their timely dispersion, the horde of bioweapons managed to reach the war machines with their numbers intact.

Once the horde got this close, it was all over.

๐˜’๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ! ๐˜’๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ! ๐˜’๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ!

The horde of bioweapons swarmed the war machines like a pack of hounds attacking their prey.

They swing their tails, which are akin to monomolecular cutters, to slice through armor and savagely bite into internal components with their formidable bite force of approximately 2700 kg.


The war machines, which had been holding their ground by firing their cannons at close range, topple one by one. In the meantime, Experimental Subject 412, clad in full black armor, walks up to the cargo vehicle.

๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ! ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ!!!

Amidst the cacophony of horrifying screeches, he reaches out to the cargo vehicle.

His palm comes into contact with the cargo vehicle.

At that moment, a voice resonates from the yellow sky.

โ”๐’๐ข๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ž.

The two war machines that had been resisting cease their actions.


The bioweapons latch onto the deactivated war machines and engage in meaningless acts of destruction.

The view of the surroundings, which had been enclosed by tall buildings in ruins, is now obstructed by white walls. The yellow sky also gradually changes into a white ceiling.

The walls and ceiling were realistic-looking screens, while the air particles around them were holograms.

โ”๐†๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค. ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ฎ๐›๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ๐Ÿ, ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ข๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ.

โ€œWhatโ€™s my score?โ€

โ”๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฑ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐›๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐›๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ฌ. ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ“ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ.

This is not a satisfactory score for him.

โ€œWhy did I lose 5 points?โ€

โ”๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ซ๐ž๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐›๐ข๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ.

โ€œI judged that we had a high chance of winning even without my intervention. And my absence was also a form of insurance against unexpected situations.โ€

It is a peculiar sight to see him, clad in black armor that one would never associate with a human being, obsessing over a score like a human.

โ€œI request a review.โ€

โ”๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ž๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ.

โ€œ. . .Understood.โ€

Experimental Subject 412 looks at the horde tearing apart the war machines. At that, the bioweapons cease their actions and rush eastward in a swarm.


Subjects like me, whose genetic makeup is based on that of humans, sit in neat rows in a white classroom. Everything is stark white, from the chairs and desks to the floor and walls.

And on the hologram unfolding in front of me, a timeline explaining history is displayed.

ใ€ŒKardashevโ€™s Universal Civilization Timeline of Major Eventsใ€

As usual, the day repeats itself. Today is no different.

โ€œSubject 412. Stand up.โ€


The one who just called my name is a machine with limbs. Humans define these machines that are equipped with artificial intelligence and perform tasks that humans would do as โ€˜humanoids.โ€™

And the humanoid who just gave me an order serves as a teacher to the subjects.

โ€œIt seems the other subjects donโ€™t understand, so I want you to demonstrate it yourself. You should have already memorized it all, right?โ€

โ€œ. . .In 2109, Earthโ€™s Third World War, a nuclear war. The primary causes were environmental pollution and resource depletion due to overpopulation. The result was the collapse of civilizations worldwide and the devastation of the Earth.โ€

โ€œSkip the causes and results and just state the main points.โ€

โ€œIn 2152, Earthโ€™s Third World War reached a stalemate. In 2166, the North American government was reestablished. In 2170, the UN United Government was established. In 2171, the Deep Space Gateway and the interstellar colony spaceship Noahโ€™s Ark were constructed.โ€

I recited what I had memorized, and the teacher humanoid nodded.

The teacher humanoidโ€™s eyes are a single, straight line, there is no nose, and in place of a mouth, there is a densely packed array of holes that serve as a voice output device, resembling a speaker. As a result, the teacher humanoid has no expression, but its intentions are clear.

โ€œ. . .After 300 lost years, the terraforming and city construction of Mars were completed in 2467.โ€

It wants me to finish speaking.

Its intention is to instill a sense of competition or inferiority in the other subjects by having me say everything.

โ€œIn 2468, the Federal Government split, and independent civilizations were established. The Solar System Union and the definition of the Kardashev Universal Civilization were established. In 2492, the dimensional passage was opened, and a mega-corporation-type civilization was established.โ€

My memory is perfect.

โ€œOn April 29, 2599, the Solar System civil war broke out, and on May 4, the satellite president of the Saturn government declared surrender, ending the war. On November 5, the Radiake coup dโ€™รฉtat succeeded, and the Radiake monarchy was born. On November 6, Radiake invaded the Solar System, and the Solar System civil war broke out. On December 25, the Allied Forces were formed, leading to the defeat of the Radiake monarchy and the liberation of the Radiake star nation. The war ended.โ€

The reason my memory is perfect is that I have complete control over my brain at the cellular level.

โ€œOn February 3, 2600, an alien force invaded humanity. On March 1, humanity triumphed thanks to the efforts of the United Nation Forces UNF fleet and the Drake Stellar Nation. On March 3, UNF Human Protection Day was designated. That is all.โ€

โ€œExcellent. Sit down.โ€

I sat down without a word of praise.

Now, I take a quick glance around.

My competitors are sending me openly hostile glances. I meet their gazes with a cold stare, then turn my head back to the hologram.

โ€œYou will go out into the world and fight. In this galaxy teeming with humans, any subject who fails to properly learn about human society will end their life as a subject.โ€

Everyone knows it. Only one subject can escape this place.

โ€œSo take after Subject 412โ€™s excellence. If you were not born as excellent as Subject 412, strive with all your might to make up for it. Thatโ€™s what you need to do right now.โ€

Among these subjects, I am Experimental Subject 412.

Subjects from the 1st to the 100th womb were in the 1st batch, subjects from the 101st to the 200th womb were in the 2nd batch. And so on.

So, Iโ€™m Experimental Subject 412, in the 5th batch. Iโ€™m the youngest generation, and they say the 5th batch is the last generation of this project.

โ€œTodayโ€™s lesson ends here. Before the next lesson, study in advance about the most recent major event: humanityโ€™s encounter with an alien civilization.โ€

Only one subject per batch can pass the test and go outside. Out of 100 subjects, only one can go out into the world.

The 99 subjects who fail the grueling test conducted by the Darwin Foundation will meet their demise as living beings.


This place where I was created and raised is the Darwin Foundation, which is supported by anonymous donors.

It is located in the Opeltes Cloud of the Nemea Star Nation.

This is the Darwin Foundationโ€™s headquarters and is a massive colony that houses vast ancillary facilities necessary for research and experimentation in life sciences, including artificial life forms, bioparts, biomaterials, biological weapons, and bioweapons.

The official name of the facility is Apoptology.

What the Darwin Foundation does is โ€˜weaponize life.โ€™

And I, created in this foundation, am a type of bioweapon. The subjects of the 1st batch were also bioweapons, and the other 5th batch subjects who are currently competing with me are all bioweapons undergoing testing.

Once the 100 5th batch subjects kill each other until only one remains, that last one will go out into society, and then five more will undergo the final test to emerge as the most superior bioweapon.

And that final test and all the tests before that are said to be death matches where the subjects kill each other directly.

The surviving subject will become a full-fledged bioweapon and be eligible to work with the Darwin Foundation.

That is the goal that subjects like me strive for.

Fortunately, I am recognized as the most superior individual among the 100 5th batch subjects.

โ€œHow was your lesson today, Young Master?โ€

The top 10 subjects with high scores are assigned human secretaries who come to their private rooms to attend to them.

My secretary is a human male, 35 years old, with deep-set eyes and an intelligent look, speaking objectively.

Subjectively, he is an utterly stubborn fellow.

โ€œIt was the same. There was nothing more to learn.โ€

โ€œTomorrow, your history education will be complete. Have you read all the history e-books I gave you last time?โ€

โ€œI memorized them all the day you gave them to me.โ€

I took off my stuffy clothes, handed them to my secretary, and went into the bathroom. Then, my secretary follows me to the bathroom door.

โ€œOh, you memorized them all the day you received them. As expected of you, master. You always exceed my expectations. Haha.โ€

I look at the mirror above the sink and start brushing my teeth. This is not an act of cleanliness. After all, I can control any food or bacteria left in my mouth with my will.

Even so, the reason I brush my teeth is that I need the surfactant in the toothpaste.

โ€œItโ€™s not good for you to eat too much of that.โ€

But my secretary is too perceptive.

โ€œ. . .Iโ€™ll only ingest as much as I need for the experiment.โ€

โ€œIs it a new cell membrane experiment?โ€

โ€œKeep it a secret from the other subjects.โ€

โ€œOnly the members of the foundation know about the daily in vivo experiments that you conduct, Young Master. Everyone is watching with interest, so I hope you wonโ€™t worry this time either.โ€

โ€œAre you sure?โ€

โ€œThe competing subjects will never know your secrets.โ€

My face reflected in the mirror is utterly ordinary. That is, except for the peculiar feature that I have a strangely kind impression when I am expressionless. Black hair, black eyes, thick eyebrows, and slightly thin lips.

My appearance, which is appropriate for my age of 18, is said to be to reduce the alliesโ€™ alertness when fighting alongside humans as a bioweapon.

And the reason I have a human body even though Iโ€™m a bioweapon is because I will eventually serve as a commander between humans and bioweapons.

โ€œOh, and Young Master. How is the progress of the experiment to spread brain nerve tissue to cells throughout the body?โ€

โ€œWhy are you curious about that?โ€

โ€œBecause the entire Darwin Foundation is paying attention to your experiment.โ€

I feel annoyed at being treated like a subject.

I am a subject right now, though.

โ€œSecretary. Are they still gambling on me at the upper levels?โ€

โ€œWhat do you mean by that?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m talking about the gambling where they bet money on who among the 5th batch subjects will finish in what rank.โ€

When I ask him like that, my secretary smiles nonchalantly.

โ€œHaha. I heard that everyone has gotten used to it after you told them not to do that last time, Young Master.โ€

โ€œIf you heard it, does that mean you donโ€™t know for sure?โ€

โ€œBecause itโ€™s the upper levelโ€™s business.โ€

When I finished brushing my teeth, my secretary brought me my clothes.

Itโ€™s a white cloth with four gray stripes running vertically. It feels like a combination of a patientโ€™s gown and a prison uniform. No. Itโ€™s closer to a prison uniform.

โ€œI donโ€™t want to wear it.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sorry to say this again, but as a future ruler, you must maintain your dignity, Young Master.โ€

โ€œThe fabric is uncomfortable. Iโ€™d rather make my own clothes with my cells. Didnโ€™t I tell you that I can make the exact same design as that outfit with my ability?โ€

Still, my secretary smiles cheerfully.

โ€œHaha. Thatโ€™s difficult here. No matter how outstanding you are, you are still a subject. You can do whatever you want after you leave this facility, so please bear with it for a while.โ€

The secretary assigned to me by this foundation is really inflexible. No matter how many times I request the same thing repeatedly, he never listens.

I had no choice but to put on the top that my secretary gave me.

The texture of the fabric against my skin feels alien. I can feel every single cell on my chest, sides, back, shoulders, arms, and any part of my body that comes into contact with it.

That discomfort showed on my face. My secretary bows his head slightly and says something similar to what he said last time.

โ€œThe reason why you are particularly uncomfortable wearing clothes is, in the end, because you are outstanding, Young Master.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t the other subjects have the ability to manipulate all the cells in their bodies?โ€

โ€œUnlike you, the other subjects have not yet reached the level of manipulating each cell individually. I would say that there is a clear gap between you, who can sense the sensations of every cell that makes up your body, and the other subjects who cannot.โ€

The prominent humans of this Darwin Foundation seem to be very interested in me.

They are probably observing this moment of conversation and appearance.

โ€œI donโ€™t think Iโ€™m particularly outstanding. Werenโ€™t we all born with the same genetic material, except for our appearance and gender? Itโ€™s just that I realized it earlier than the other 5th batch subjects.โ€

โ€œThe reason you realized it early was because you prioritized evolving your brain.โ€

โ€œEventually, they will all touch their brains. In the end, everyone will reach the same level.โ€

This is what Iโ€™m saying to the Darwin Foundation thatโ€™s probably eavesdropping on this conversation. I wish they would show a little less interest.

โ€œEven so, I have no doubt that you will become the ruler, Young Master.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s probably because of the system where you also get promoted if I become a ruler.โ€

This time too, my secretary nods with a smile and walks to the door of my private room.

โ€œIn the evening, there is training in preparation for the final selection. Donโ€™t be late and be sure to go to the large-scale experimental building A16C.โ€

โ€œCanโ€™t I see my mother while Iโ€™m there?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, but the final selection is approaching. The last time a 5th batch subject met their mother was the last time.โ€

โ€œI know. But canโ€™t I see her if I walk a few steps from there?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sorry. That will be difficult.โ€

Humans say they can see their mothers whenever they want, but why canโ€™t I see my mother when I want to? The Darwin Foundation doesnโ€™t even explain the reason for that.

The last time I saw her was six months ago.

โ€œCanโ€™t I even see her for a moment? Itโ€™s right next door.โ€

โ€œYou canโ€™t, Young Master.โ€

The Darwin Foundation guys and the secretary are all animals that I donโ€™t like.

According to the teacherโ€™s explanation, the way humans feel when they see pests is the same way that subjects feel when they see other living beings.

It is an instinct that was ingrained because of the nature of bioweapons that have to fight something. It is an instinct to abhor any living thing that is not their โ€˜own kindโ€™.

It seems that this is especially strong against humans. The more I learn, the more I come into contact with them, the more the exclusive instinct toward other species that was ingrained in me arouses my aversion to humans.

โ€œ. . .Youโ€™re always like that. Itโ€™s always one-way communication.โ€

โ€œHaha. . .โ€

โ€œIf you have nothing more to say, get out of my room right now.โ€

I kicked my secretary out like that and sat on the bed, immersing myself in my work.

I canโ€™t waste the 30 minutes that I was given. If I canโ€™t come in first in the selection test after defeating all the 5th batch subjects, I will die.

This is an experiment that I have been continuing since the time I started walking on two legs. It is the same experiment that I have always done, moving the cells in my body, creating new neurotransmitters, intentionally tampering with metabolism, observing chemical reactions, and remembering them.

I tried mutating my fingernails into something close to a monomolecular cutter, but even a light scratch on the wall of my private room broke my fingernails first.

Even if I used more calcium or iron, the result didnโ€™t change much. It seems that I wonโ€™t be able to create the best fingernails that I can think of without a special material that is stronger than steel.

There are too many restrictions in this facility.

Once I get out of this facility and step into the world, there will be plenty of resources that I can use. According to the knowledge I learned, there are hundreds of types of elements and billions of materials in this world.

What a broad and diverse world this is. It would be a tragedy to throw away such a world and end my life at the age of 18.

Survival, exploration, creation, loyalty to my birth mother, aversion to other species.

The instincts ingrained in me are just these five.

There are many things I want to experiment with. There are many things I want to create. There are many things I want to know. I want to command the army that I created myself, give my birth mother a better nest than this facility, hear humans call me a ruler while working on the battlefield, and continue to evolve as a living being. Sometimes, I want to selectively regress.

That is my dream.

So, I have no choice but to pass all the tests of the Darwin Foundation safely and become the final subject.

As my secretary said, the final selection is coming soon. I have to pass that selection to go out into the world.

If I donโ€™t pass the selection, my 18 years of life will be in vain.

From now on, all the subjects except me have to die. I have to completely eliminate them and kill them to achieve my dream.

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