My Children Swarm the Cosmos โ€“ Chapter 20

๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ค (5)

Born with consciousness even before I was born.

Born in my motherโ€™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 didnโ€™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 didnโ€™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 canโ€™t achieve anything if I donโ€™t start. If thereโ€™s something I donโ€™t like, I can change it slowly. All the other brethren are dead, but Iโ€™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 chimerazโ€™s principles of action and purpose?

In the past, such questions caused bloodshed. It was because the chimerazโ€™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.

โ”๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐๐ž๐ฌ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐›๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ. . . . ๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ž. . . .

โ”๐ˆ, ๐‹๐ฎ๐๐ฐ๐ข๐ , ๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐š๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. . . .

I am the chimeraz.

We are the chimeraz.


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.

โ€œIs this . . . the human facility where the master was born and raised. . . ?โ€

Ludwigโ€™s eyes, which are vertically slit in his triangular head, move around.

โ€œIโ€™m in the middle of an important conversation.โ€

โ€œAh . . . . Iโ€™m sorry.โ€

Ludwig stood behind Kreion like a shadow.

โ€œWell, to sum it up, most of the requests we get from this galaxy are related to missions involving conflicts between humans.โ€

In the pure white room, Ludwig, Kreion, and Haber are facing the head of the Darwin Foundationโ€™s mercenary activities.

And Kreionโ€™s position has been considerably elevated.

โ€œDo you get requests from other galaxies as well?โ€

โ€œYes. There are only humans in our galaxy, so there are few local disputes. If anything, we get more requests from other galaxies.โ€

โ€œThe races of other galaxies might take issue with our activities.โ€

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).

โ€œMercenary 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.โ€

โ€œSo youโ€™re saying Iโ€™ll have a lot to do from now on.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s right.โ€

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.

โ€˜๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜บ. ๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜น๐˜บ. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜น๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ซ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด.โ€™

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 doesnโ€™t seem to be much of a problem if the environmental conditions are this good.

What a bright future this race has.

โ€˜๐˜‰๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ด. . . . ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ.โ€™

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 subjectโ€™s waves in real time.

โ€˜๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ.โ€™

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

โ€œAt any rate, Kreion-nim, please continue to reside in your own home and have your colony spread out in the remaining training ground.โ€

โ€œI understand. Weโ€™ll talk about the rest later.โ€

โ€œYoung Master?โ€

โ€œHaber. You stay for a while too.โ€

โ€œDo you have some urgent business?โ€

Kreion gets up from his seat.

โ€œIโ€™m here, so Iโ€™m going to go say hello to my mother.โ€

โ€œOh . . . . Then Iโ€™ll wait here.โ€

โ€œY-Young Master. Can you wait a moment?โ€

The two menโ€™s reactions are strange. Unnatural.

Kreion looks at them suspiciously.

โ€œCanโ€™t I even let mother know that Iโ€™ve become the ruler?โ€

โ€œNo, itโ€™s not that, Young Master. For now, could you please sit down?โ€

The coming-of-age ceremony is long over.

So why is Haber making that kind of expression?

โ€œIโ€™m not an experimental subject. I have the right to freely move around the facility in areas that are appropriate for my authority.โ€

As he says this, the mercenary activities managerโ€™s expression becomes even stranger.

Kreion knows that expression very well.

โ€œ. . . Why are you afraid?โ€

โ€œMe? When did I . . . .โ€

โ€œYoung Master. Iโ€™ll explain.โ€

โ€œSomethingโ€™s definitely strange. Iโ€™m going to go to mother myself. You can explain later.โ€

โ€œYou canโ€™t. Young Master.โ€

Haber grabs Kreionโ€™s wrist.

Then, Ludwigโ€™s vertically slit eyes flash like a demonโ€™s.

โ€œHow dare you touch someoneโ€™s body. . . . Didnโ€™t I warn you last time to show respect to the master. . . ?โ€

Kreion stops at that moment. And he stares at Haberโ€™s face.

โ€œHaber. 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.โ€

โ€œ . . . .โ€

โ€œBut lately, Iโ€™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 wasnโ€™t the reason.โ€

Kreion easily pulls his wrist away from Haberโ€™s grip.

โ€œIf someone other than you tells me not to do something with that kind of face, what do you think Iโ€™ll think?โ€

โ€œYoung Master. Please sit down. Please.โ€

Haberโ€™s voice is strangely trembling.

At this point, Kreion predicts.

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

โ€˜๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ. ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.โ€™

The wave doesnโ€™t come back.

โ€˜๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ? ๐˜โ€™๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ?โ€™

There is no answer.



I canโ€™t feel her presence.

I definitely canโ€™t feel motherโ€™s consciousness, which should be there. She canโ€™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.

โ€œ. . . Haber.โ€

โ€œYes. Young Master.โ€

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.

โ€œHey, human . . . . If you take out that impure tool in front of the master, I wonโ€™t let you off the hook. . . .โ€

Ludwig stops the mercenary activities managerโ€™s suspicious behavior.

โ€œExplain what youโ€™ve been hiding from me. Right now.โ€

โ€œThe 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.โ€

โ€œWhy are you telling me this now?โ€

โ€œIt was an arbitrary measure taken so that Young Master could enter the coming-of-age ceremony in perfect condition.โ€

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, Kreionโ€™s eyes were colder than ever.

โ€œIf thatโ€™s a lie, youโ€™ll die today.โ€

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

โ€œ . . . .โ€

โ€œAnd the Darwin Foundation wonโ€™t be safe either.โ€

โ€œ . . . Young Master. Itโ€™s not the right time to tell you this, but Iโ€™ll explain it to you step by step.โ€

He just explained it in a trembling voice, and now heโ€™s going to explain something else.

Itโ€™s a common sight when humans make excuses. But he didnโ€™t know Haber would show that side today.

โ€œItโ€™s too late.โ€

Is it too late?


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.

โ€œYoung Master!!!โ€

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

โ€œLet go of me! I have to clear up the misunderstanding!โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t there a misunderstanding in what that monster is thinking?โ€

โ€œNo misunderstanding?โ€

โ€œI also heard about it 10 minutes ago. They said theyโ€™re not ready yet.โ€

His resigned face is reflected in Haberโ€™s two eyes.

โ€œNo way. . . .โ€

โ€œItโ€™s too late. Itโ€™s already spilled milk. I thought he would listen to Mr. Haberโ€™s words.โ€

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

โ€œ. . . Since itโ€™s come to this. This position is dangerous. Come with me.โ€


A17C bioweapon experimental room.

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

ใ€ŒClassification: ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ณ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญใ€

ใ€ŒIsolation Target: Mother Experimental Subjectใ€

ใ€ŒState: Awaiting Disposalใ€


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

โ€œMaster. . . . Is the being who created you in here. . . ?โ€

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

โ€œLike you follow me, I follow mother.โ€

โ€œOh . . . . What a magnificent mother. . . . How wonderful her form must be. . . . How beautiful she must be. . . . How loving she must be. . . .โ€

โ€œ . . . Sheโ€™s the best person in the world.โ€

โ€œOh . . . .โ€

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.

ใ€ŒAccess Granted: Kemet Agele Kreionใ€

ใ€ŒAuthorization Deniedใ€

โ€œCan I also approach the one who is Masterโ€™s mother. . . . And feel her motherly love in her arms. . . ?โ€

Kreionโ€™s expression twists as he looks at the terminal.

ใ€ŒAccess Granted: Kemet Agele Kreionใ€

ใ€ŒAuthorization Deniedใ€

ใ€ŒAuthorization Deniedใ€

ใ€ŒAuthorization Deniedใ€

โ€˜๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏโ€™๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ?โ€™

ใ€ŒAuthorization Deniedใ€

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

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ. . . . ๐˜Š๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ. . . .

Pukerโ€™s digestive fluid drips from the entire blade.

โ€œDid the humans disrespect Masterโ€™s mother. . . ? They donโ€™t know when to give up, do they. . . .โ€

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

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.


โ€œYes. . . . Master. . . .โ€

โ€œOpen it.โ€

โ€œI understand. . . .โ€

Ludwigโ€™s sickle-shaped claws on his back are embedded one by one in the cracks of the bulkhead.


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


ใ€ŒAccess Granted: Kemet Agele Kreionใ€

ใ€ŒUnauthorized Intrusion Detected!ใ€

โ”๐”๐ง๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐‚ ๐Œ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ฎ๐›๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐‘๐จ๐จ๐ฆ.

โ”๐€๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ช๐ฎ๐š๐๐ฌ ๐€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”, ๐€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•, ๐š๐ง๐ ๐€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐‚ ๐Œ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐„๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ฎ๐›๐ฃ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐‘๐จ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง.

โ”๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Š๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ ๐€๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž ๐Š๐ซ๐ž๐ข๐จ๐ง. โ€˜๐Œ๐ž๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š-๐‚๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌโ€™ ๐š๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐›๐ข๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ง.

โ”๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž, ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ซโ€™๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž.

โ€œIt seems like theyโ€™re trying to hurt the master. . . . Those lowly humans. . . .โ€

โ€œHumans are strong. Open it quickly before they come.โ€


The door finally opens.

Kreion went inside.

And he saw.

โ€œOh . . . . How could they do something so cruel. . . .โ€

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.

โ€œMother. . . ?โ€

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

โ€œOh, no. . . .โ€

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.

โ€œMother. . . !โ€

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.

โ€œHa. . . . Ugh. . . .โ€

Kreion, who didnโ€™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.

โ€œMaster. . . . I canโ€™t take it. . . . I. . . . I want to gather the brains of all the humans in this world and make a sea of blood. . . .โ€

Why did they, how, when,

starve Mother to death like this?

Why did they, how, when,

deceive him?

โ€œStop it now! Kreion!โ€

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

Theyโ€™re openly aiming their guns like that.

โ€œI did what you told me to do. . . .โ€

โ€œPut your hands up and turn around!โ€

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.

โ€œYou told me to study, so I studied, and you told me to kill, so I killed. . . . My brethren. . . . My children. . . .โ€

Things he didnโ€™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.

โ€œYou told me to pass the test, and. . . . I believed your promise and killed my brethren and survived. . . .โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s he mumbling about. . . ?โ€

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.

โ€œEven 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. . . ?โ€

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 theyโ€™re looking at a monster?

โ€œHeโ€™s already out of control. Before he goes berserk. . . .โ€

โ€œWhatโ€™s that other monster next to him?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s an unidentified bioweapon following him! Get rid of that first!โ€


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.

โ”. . . ๐Œ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. . .? ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฒโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ. . .

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.

โ€œEvil b*stards. . . .โ€


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

๐˜—๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง!

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.

โ€œMaster. . . . Their tools didnโ€™t have ejection ports or magazines. . . . With that energy-based firearm. . . . They were really trying to hurt you. . . .โ€

What Ludwig is feeling now is real.

What he is not feeling from mother now is real.

The rest was all, all fake.

โ€œWhy did the humansโ€™ attitude towards Master change so drastically. . .? Master has been. . . . Deceived all this time. . . ?โ€

โ€œListen carefully. Ludwig.โ€

Kreion covers his crying face with black armor.

โ€œDonโ€™t forget what we went through today.โ€

โ€œYes. . . . Master. . . . I wonโ€™t forget. . . .โ€

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.

โ€œ. . . From today, we are enemies of humans.โ€

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

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