My Children Swarm the Cosmos

𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐤 (5)

Born with consciousness even before I was born.

Born in my mother’s uterus, I lived a life that belonged to the chimeraz project of the Darwin Foundation.

I learned the knowledge and information of the human world from humanoid teachers and took exams. I did my best to get good grades for anything in order to achieve my goal of becoming a ruler. I didn’t care about the means and methods as long as it was for the sake of the race.

I studied, experimented, proved, and competed. There was not a single moment in this short life when I didn’t do that.

I defeated all 499 brethren who called me brother or experimental subject, each with different abilities and personalities.

In the end, I was the only one who survived.

Now, the only chimeraz that exist in this world are me, Ludwig, and Mom.

You could say that our forces have been weakened because we killed each other. As 470 said, we could end up living as weapons of war in the hands of humans.

But this is an extremely realistic and rational judgment. This is a great start for the race I will rule in the future.

I can’t achieve anything if I don’t start. If there’s something I don’t like, I can change it slowly. All the other brethren are dead, but I’m still alive, and no one knows the future.

What is a chimeraz, what kind of race is a chimeraz, what kind of creature is it, what does a chimeraz pursue, and what are the chimeraz’s principles of action and purpose?

In the past, such questions caused bloodshed. It was because the chimeraz’s definition was not established, and there was no clear leader for the chimeraz, who were heavily dependent on their leader. It was because the order was mixed up.

You could call it the dark ages of the chimeraz, which had been bleak since birth.

Now, those days are over.

I have become the ruler of the chimeraz.

So, I, not anyone else, can define the chimeraz. I have to do it.

━𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. . . . 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞. . . .

━𝐈, 𝐋𝐮𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐠, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. . . .

I am the chimeraz.

We are the chimeraz.

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October 15, two days after the coming-of-age ceremony.

Opeltes Cloud in the Nemea star system.

The main facility of the Darwin Foundation, Apoptology, the most influential biological weapon research group in this galaxy, is where a civilian ship owned by the foundation is docked.

“Is this . . . the human facility where the master was born and raised. . . ?”

Ludwig’s eyes, which are vertically slit in his triangular head, move around.

“I’m in the middle of an important conversation.”

“Ah . . . . I’m sorry.”

Ludwig stood behind Kreion like a shadow.

“Well, to sum it up, most of the requests we get from this galaxy are related to missions involving conflicts between humans.”

In the pure white room, Ludwig, Kreion, and Haber are facing the head of the Darwin Foundation’s mercenary activities.

And Kreion’s position has been considerably elevated.

“Do you get requests from other galaxies as well?”

“Yes. There are only humans in our galaxy, so there are few local disputes. If anything, we get more requests from other galaxies.”

“The races of other galaxies might take issue with our activities.”

Here, other galaxies broadly refers to all galaxies except our own.

In a narrower sense, it refers to the Canis Major Dwarf Galaxy, the Sagittarius Dwarf Galaxy, the Large Magellanic Cloud, and the Small Magellanic Cloud in the Local Group, which actually have direct contact with human and alien civilizations (races).

“Mercenary activities in other galaxies do not use human weapons or ships. When operating there, we use bioweapons so as not to negatively impact the reputation of humans.”

“So you’re saying I’ll have a lot to do from now on.”

“That’s right.”

Kreion looks at the mercenary activities manager in front of him, who is weaker than him in terms of body, mind, and ability, and thinks.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺. 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺. 𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘹𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴.’

A race that fights among themselves because they have no one else to fight in the galaxy. It might seem pathetic at first glance, but the reason such behavior was possible was, of course, this overwhelmingly advantageous environment.

Individuals, groups, or organizations get stronger and only the superior ones survive by constantly killing and competing with each other, regardless of when or where. Of course, the human way of doing things can be seen as very inefficient, primitive enough to be considered so. However, it doesn’t seem to be much of a problem if the environmental conditions are this good.

What a bright future this race has.

‘𝘉𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴. . . . 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺.’

Come to think of it, I wonder how mother is doing.

Now that he has come all the way to Apoptology, he should be able to hear the mother experimental subject’s waves in real time.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.’

This is not even Kreion’s unauthorized wave. There is no longer any other being who can send waves to mother other than himself.

“At any rate, Kreion-nim, please continue to reside in your own home and have your colony spread out in the remaining training ground.”

“I understand. We’ll talk about the rest later.”

“Young Master?”

“Haber. You stay for a while too.”

“Do you have some urgent business?”

Kreion gets up from his seat.

“I’m here, so I’m going to go say hello to my mother.”

“Oh . . . . Then I’ll wait here.”

“Y-Young Master. Can you wait a moment?”

The two men’s reactions are strange. Unnatural.

Kreion looks at them suspiciously.

“Can’t I even let mother know that I’ve become the ruler?”

“No, it’s not that, Young Master. For now, could you please sit down?”

The coming-of-age ceremony is long over.

So why is Haber making that kind of expression?

“I’m not an experimental subject. I have the right to freely move around the facility in areas that are appropriate for my authority.”

As he says this, the mercenary activities manager’s expression becomes even stranger.

Kreion knows that expression very well.

“. . . Why are you afraid?”

“Me? When did I . . . .”

“Young Master. I’ll explain.”

“Something’s definitely strange. I’m going to go to mother myself. You can explain later.”

“You can’t. Young Master.”

Haber grabs Kreion’s wrist.

Then, Ludwig’s vertically slit eyes flash like a demon’s.

“How dare you touch someone’s body. . . . Didn’t I warn you last time to show respect to the master. . . ?”

Kreion stops at that moment. And he stares at Haber’s face.

“Haber. You used to have a unique smile that you would make so as not to make the atmosphere too heavy when you were with me. You smiled especially brightly when you told me not to do something.”

“ . . . .”

“But lately, I’ve seen your strange expression often. I thought it was because you were worried about the coming-of-age ceremony. I thought that, but now that I look at you, it seems that wasn’t the reason.”

Kreion easily pulls his wrist away from Haber’s grip.

“If someone other than you tells me not to do something with that kind of face, what do you think I’ll think?”

“Young Master. Please sit down. Please.”

Haber’s voice is strangely trembling.

At this point, Kreion predicts.

Hoping that the imagination he has now is false, hoping that it’s all a delusion, hoping that it’s nothing serious, he sends out a wave.

‘𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.’

The wave doesn’t come back.

‘𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥?’

There is no answer.

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‘𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.’

I can’t feel her presence.

I definitely can’t feel mother’s consciousness, which should be there. She can’t not answer when I send out a wave.

If the last surviving child sends out a wave and there is no answer, there is one situation.

“. . . Haber.”

“Yes. Young Master.”

The air between the two is dangerous.

Watching this, the mercenary activities manager gulps. And then he stealthily reaches his right hand behind his belt.

“Hey, human . . . . If you take out that impure tool in front of the master, I won’t let you off the hook. . . .”

Ludwig stops the mercenary activities manager’s suspicious behavior.

“Explain what you’ve been hiding from me. Right now.”

“The mother experimental subject has entered a state of hibernation. The foundation judged that the mother experimental subject needed a rest period after her frequent childbirths.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“It was an arbitrary measure taken so that Young Master could enter the coming-of-age ceremony in perfect condition.”

Is the foundation saying that Haber deceived him, just because it was for the sake of the coming-of-age ceremony?

With an answer that eroded his trust, Kreion’s eyes were colder than ever.

“If that’s a lie, you’ll die today.”

It was a sincere warning he was giving to the human.

“ . . . .”

“And the Darwin Foundation won’t be safe either.”

“ . . . Young Master. It’s not the right time to tell you this, but I’ll explain it to you step by step.”

He just explained it in a trembling voice, and now he’s going to explain something else.

It’s a common sight when humans make excuses. But he didn’t know Haber would show that side today.

“It’s too late.”

Is it too late?

𝘛𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢!

Kreion runs quickly. Ludwig also follows him quickly. They want to get out of this space, past the other experimental rooms, and to where the mother experimental subject is.

“Young Master!!!”

Haber also jumps up and tries to chase after Kreion somehow. However, this time, the mercenary activities manager grabs Haber’s wrist.

“Let go of me! I have to clear up the misunderstanding!”

“Isn’t there a misunderstanding in what that monster is thinking?”

“No misunderstanding?”

“I also heard about it 10 minutes ago. They said they’re not ready yet.”

His resigned face is reflected in Haber’s two eyes.

“No way. . . .”

“It’s too late. It’s already spilled milk. I thought he would listen to Mr. Haber’s words.”

Haber could not bring himself to accept the situation that had flowed this far.

“. . . Since it’s come to this. This position is dangerous. Come with me.”

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A17C bioweapon experimental room.

Kreion and Ludwig quickly pass through the long corridor and arrive in front of a sturdy bulkhead.

「Classification: 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐳 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭」

「Isolation Target: Mother Experimental Subject」

「State: Awaiting Disposal」

‘𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘭?’

This is the content output from the terminal screen next to the door.

“Master. . . . Is the being who created you in here. . . ?”

All chimeraz have an instinct to follow the being that created them.

“Like you follow me, I follow mother.”

“Oh . . . . What a magnificent mother. . . . How wonderful her form must be. . . . How beautiful she must be. . . . How loving she must be. . . .”

“ . . . She’s the best person in the world.”

“Oh . . . .”

Ludwig does not follow the mother experimental subject because he recognizes Kreion as his master. Even so, Ludwig seems to be quite taken with the thought of meeting the mother of his master and the first chimeraz.

Kreion immediately reaches out and operates the terminal.

「Access Granted: Kemet Agele Kreion」

「Authorization Denied」

“Can I also approach the one who is Master’s mother. . . . And feel her motherly love in her arms. . . ?”

Kreion’s expression twists as he looks at the terminal.

「Access Granted: Kemet Agele Kreion」

「Authorization Denied」

‘𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?’

「Authorization Denied」

Kreion transforms the black blade that protrudes forward from his right elbow.

𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘥. . . . 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦. . . .

Puker’s digestive fluid drips from the entire blade.

“Did the humans disrespect Master’s mother. . . ? They don’t know when to give up, do they. . . .”

𝘒𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘨! 𝘒𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘨!

Kreion cuts through the bulkhead that separates him and his mother. The near-monomolecular blade was enough to pierce the sturdy bulkhead and cause a long crack.

“Ludwig.”

“Yes. . . . Master. . . .”

“Open it.”

“I understand. . . .”

Ludwig’s sickle-shaped claws on his back are embedded one by one in the cracks of the bulkhead.

𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘨!

As Ludwig exerts his strength, the cracks in the bulkhead warp and widen like aluminum.

𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘬!!!

「Access Granted: Kemet Agele Kreion」

「Unauthorized Intrusion Detected!」

━𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝟏𝟕𝐂 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦.

━𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝟏𝟔, 𝐀𝟏𝟕, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝟏𝟖 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝟏𝟕𝐂 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

━𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐨𝐧. ‘𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐚-𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬’ 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧.

━𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

“It seems like they’re trying to hurt the master. . . . Those lowly humans. . . .”

“Humans are strong. Open it quickly before they come.”

𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘬!!!

The door finally opens.

Kreion went inside.

And he saw.

“Oh . . . . How could they do something so cruel. . . .”

It is a space with a completely isolated dome structure.

A thick tube hanging from the center of the high ceiling is cut off halfway.

The higher you go, the more the gnarled cylinder, or the cone-shaped, massive body rises like a bony castle on top of the bony spine.

On the reddish-brown skin, there are black thorns larger than a human, red blood vessels passing between the thorns on the skin, a height of about 34 meters, and a width of about 26 meters.

“Mother. . . ?”

Kreion approaches his mother with a vain expression, holding one palm forward. One step, two steps, three steps closer.

“Oh, no. . . .”

His hand is trembling, his pupils are trembling, his heart is beating fast, and his field of vision is narrowing. His pace gets faster and faster.

“Mother. . . !”

He touches mother. He sends out a wave. He calls out in a loud voice.

But nothing comes back. There is no answer from mother, no waves, no movement, no body heat.

“Ha. . . . Ugh. . . .”

Kreion, who didn’t cry even when he was born, sheds tears for the first time at this moment.

The waves pouring out of him are filled with sadness, disgust, betrayal, anger, regret, and guilt, and are transmitted whole to Ludwig behind him.

“Master. . . . I can’t take it. . . . I. . . . I want to gather the brains of all the humans in this world and make a sea of blood. . . .”

Why did they, how, when,

starve Mother to death like this?

Why did they, how, when,

deceive him?

“Stop it now! Kreion!”

Suddenly, about 15 armed soldiers rush in and aim their guns.

They’re openly aiming their guns like that.

“I did what you told me to do. . . .”

“Put your hands up and turn around!”

The things he believed in collapse and he falls into a distant abyss. Things he had forgotten come to life and wriggle with a vivid instinct.

“You told me to study, so I studied, and you told me to kill, so I killed. . . . My brethren. . . . My children. . . .”

Things he didn’t want to do come back as regrets. Things he did because he believed he had to do them are mixed with guilt.

Faith, hope, harmony, love. The words that had been relatively bright since his dark birth were all implanted illusions, lies, and brainwashing.

Those things became sharp fragments and left wounds, and on top of the wounds, the primitive things that should have been there originally nested darkly.

“You told me to pass the test, and. . . . I believed your promise and killed my brethren and survived. . . .”

“What’s he mumbling about. . . ?”

Kreion, who has his back to them, only turns his head to the left.

His two eyes,

To be exact, his irises turned purple and burned ominously as if they were cursing.

“Even if there was something unreasonable, I followed it. . . . Because you were strong, because I was weak, and above all, because mother told me to. . . . But you starved mother, our mother, to death. . . ?”

Why did you starve mother to death?

Why is mother awaiting disposal?

Why did you hide all these facts?

Why are you pointing guns at me with faces that look like they’re looking at a monster?

“He’s already out of control. Before he goes berserk. . . .”

“What’s that other monster next to him?”

“It’s an unidentified bioweapon following him! Get rid of that first!”

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘬!

The moment their guns were all pointed at Ludwig, it became the worst fuse.

Trying to kill his favorite child after mother.

Why on earth, why. He forgot the idea of questioning that. The behavior they showed had already crossed the line, no matter what the reason.

━. . . 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. . .? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. . .

At that moment, Kreion felt it.

A certain string that he had been barely holding onto in his head,

had completely snapped at this moment.

“Evil b*stards. . . .”

𝘗𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘬!!!

Before they could pull the trigger, the bone awls that came out from somewhere in Kreion’s body rushed in first.

𝘗𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘱𝘶𝘧𝘧!

The foreheads of about 15 helmeted people were precisely pierced one by one. The bodies of the humans who lost their strength and collapsed were dyed with a distinct red color.

What Kreion had committed was murder.

“Master. . . . Their tools didn’t have ejection ports or magazines. . . . With that energy-based firearm. . . . They were really trying to hurt you. . . .”

What Ludwig is feeling now is real.

What he is not feeling from mother now is real.

The rest was all, all fake.

“Why did the humans’ attitude towards Master change so drastically. . .? Master has been. . . . Deceived all this time. . . ?”

“Listen carefully. Ludwig.”

Kreion covers his crying face with black armor.

“Don’t forget what we went through today.”

“Yes. . . . Master. . . . I won’t forget. . . .”

When a race declares independence under the control of another race, it becomes the real starting point of the story that the race will draw in the future.

“. . . From today, we are enemies of humans.”

From now on, it is the story of the pure chimeraz.