Chapter 159 – Identity
The border between the island’s huge business district and back streets.
A gray area cast by the intersection of light and darkness, light and darkness. This place is called ‘Borderline’.
Not many people visit the Border Line, as the proud go to the commercial district and those who want to avoid the public eye go to the back alleys.
-Smart!
“Hey, are you there? Where do I go to get out of here? I’m lost…”
“…Turn around and go straight ahead. Turn right at the studio with the green signboard and go 20 steps forward to the cocktail bar. Never go in there, just ignore anyone who calls you, go straight into the narrow alley in front of you, walk straight, and go out toward the light. . Is it easy?”
“Yes, yes ?!”
“Then goodbye. Good luck. I’m busy.”
—Quaang!
As you can see, this is a bit harsh environment for visitors.
“Wait, wait! Kkeaaaaagh! Save people!”
The gray zone where many missing people occur is sometimes called the Devil’s Land located in the middle of the system, but on the other hand, it is also the most perfect nest for someone.
“Ugh… I was really concentrating. There are so many idiots getting lost these days. Maybe I should move the workshop to a deeper place…”
If you take a little risk, there is no place easier to procure what you want than this border line.
In addition, it is possible to avoid unnecessary gazes of others, so it can be said that it is a place close to paradise for researchers who walk their own path.
Gray hideout.
The black-blue flashing magic light, somewhere bang! In this place where the sound of explosions and the suspicious smell of reagents linger around, countless inventions and achievements are born today, and are forgotten without anyone noticing.
“It’s weird, no matter how you think about it, this is weird…”
Meister Remien.
The tired-looking elf muttered to himself as he ran his fingers through his thick green hair.
She made her family as an alchemist that reached the level of being a master, but as a long-lived servant of longevity, she was also well-versed in other fields of study.
“How the hell can human genes do this? Ahhhhh… Does this make sense?”
The field that Remien has been researching for several months is biotechnology.
The reason why she gave up even her main job halfway and became so engrossed that she looked like a delinquent (though she wasn’t that neat to begin with) was because she couldn’t come to a definite conclusion.
—Goooh…
Liquid filled in a large glass test tube. Black hair floating in it.
Numerous research materials, including samples containing the genetic information of various creatures, are scattered around the test tubes enchanted with magnification and projection magic.
“As expected, the basic base is human. Humans are correct, but… They are definitely different. They are reinforced with a unique arrangement that cannot be found in any other creature. The genes of knights are unique, but this…”
It was Lemien, who sat at the messy desk, buried her head in the paper, muttering to herself, trying to formulate another hypothesis.
She has a unique hobby of obtaining body parts such as hair and fingernails of various celebrities, analyzing their genetic information and storing them as a collection.
No matter how strong and special the image or unique magic is, in the end, it was just an organism that can be analyzed.
It was a pretty extreme way of thinking, to the extent that if the heretic inquisitor of the Celestial Church heard it, he would immediately prepare to be burned at the stake.
“Is this a chimera? Or is it a mixed blood with another race I don’t know? If that’s not the case, then what’s new? What is this structure I can’t understand? I can’t admit it, I can’t admit it!”
However, the owner of the black hair floating inside the test tube possessed truly unique genetic information, as if to directly deny her values.
In general, the genes of humans or subhumans who have been reborn as superhumans are only slightly mutated from the existing structure.
However, several sequences were ‘additional’ to the gene extracted from the black hair.
A monstrous structure that does not match any sub-species or monsters.
It was good enough to see it as a whole new species.
“No, but this young son of a bitch doesn’t think of coming at all after asking to come once? Thinking about it, it’s disgusting. He gave me a lot of work. Even if it wasn’t just Rien’s disciple, it’s just…”
In the end, Remyen, who couldn’t find an answer this time, locked herself in her closet and screamed all alone.
—Stupid
“Yes?”
In her long ears, she heard someone carefully knocking on the studio door.
“Are you there?”
“There’s no one! They don’t even accept requests! Even if you ask for directions, they won’t tell you!”
Remien deliberately responded bluntly to strangers, as he was very sensitive.
It sounded like a voice I had heard somewhere before.
“Is that so. Then…”
After going through hundreds of years of memory in my head, I finally realized who the owner of the voice was.
“Sleep!”
—A jump!
The hundreds-year-old elf jumped out barefoot and grabbed the crotch of the blue-eyed young man.
“Ah. As expected, you were there. Long time no see.”
“You’re welcome! I didn’t forget! I’m sorry as soon as I came, but can I take a drop of blood?”
“…Yes?”
Wolfgang von Schwarz.
When she meets the owner of her dark hair after months, Remien hopes that she will finally have the hope of completing her collection. She smiles sinisterly.
“Umm. As long as it’s not for use in a cursed place, well… It doesn’t matter since you’re an acquaintance of Master’s. Most needles won’t go in.”
“Okay, okay! Come on, put your arms up!”
Without knowing at all what kind of butterfly effect her hobby will cause in the future.
There are some secrets in the world that you shouldn’t dig out.
* * *
It’s the first time I’ve ever seen such a geek among elves.
As soon as she saw her for the first time in a while, she knew what kind of vampire she was, her eyes glinting and crying out for her blood.
What about the moron who’s much more asshole than I’ve seen before?
To think that such a crazy elf is related to Master. She just can’t believe it.
No… Judging from the kiss marks and teeth marks left all over the body when I woke up this morning, perhaps the elves are not a race of reason and peace, but rather a race that covets blood and flesh.
Master, what the hell did you do to my body last night?
—Haap
Anyway, I took a big spoonful of the ice cream that Agnes said she had made for me, and I told her about the bizarre thing that had just happened.
“…So, that’s what happened.”
“I see. You have suffered a lot, Mr. Seo.”
Mmm, this is delicious.
Except for milk and sugar, it doesn’t seem to contain any special ingredients, but it tastes very sweet and rich. Just because a lover made it doesn’t mean it’s a pod, but the taste itself is really great.
Meister Lemien’s studio visited before coming to Agnes’s house.
I stopped by for a while because I thought I would forget it again if I didn’t visit when I remembered it.
I just came back with a lot of blood drawn.
Well, I’ve received a few bottles of pretty good elixir with a few drops of blood, so in the end it was a surplus business.
“This ice cream is really good. You have a talent for cooking too, Agnes.”
Anyway, the taste was enough to overwrite the not very pleasant memories I experienced there in an instant.
Are you good at cooking? Agnes had such a family side.
Contrary to her sharp appearance, as if she knows nothing but a sword, Agnes knows a lot.
Should I say that his vitality is very strong as he manages his household by himself without leaving a user?
— Glancing
But why does he keep looking back and forth between the ice cream and his breasts, making him blush?
I hope this material…
“Ahhhhh… Chih, thanks for the compliment… I’m glad you like it…”
“Did you make it with your own milk?”
“Yes, yes… I was able to find good ingredients around me…”
“Excellent.”
… Come to think of it, when I sucked on Agnes’ breasts during the mission, it tasted a bit like milk.
It turned out that it was not an illusion.
Does the effect of the medicine that produces breast milk last a little longer?
It’s direct from the farm, so it’s rather good.
After I emptied the ice cream all the way to the floor, I went over to Agnes and sat down.
Then Agnes leaned over me as if she had been waiting.
— Mungle!
We’re just leaning against each other with no specific sexual intentions, and my oversized breasts naturally touch my shoulders and arms and crush them mercilessly.
Perhaps because she is wearing comfortable clothes to enjoy her holiday at home, the slime-like texture is clearly transmitted.
“Seobang-sama… You must be very tired after going through so many hardships. To think you’d come to see me. I’m so happy, I don’t know what to do…”
“No, I should have come a little earlier. I’m sorry.”
I hugged Agnes’ petite body and soaked up her body heat.
She gave the impression that she looked strong, but when I got to know her, she was more obedient than anyone else and made me feel at ease.
‘I’m happy… ‘
The holiday with the three lovers gave me a very definite opportunity to recharge.
After this sweet break, you can go back to your usual routine.
However, what awaited me when I went to work after the holiday was news like thunder from the blue sky.
