author's note: I forgot part of the chapter, I'm sorry :)
A week later
- Good morning again, subject 003~ said a raspy voice that makes my ears wither. I opened my eyes and looked at him slightly concentrated. "And what will he order this time?" I wondered what would happen today and no, I didn't get bored or I don't feel pain. On the contrary, he became more assertive, as if his life depended on it. And after each procedure, he goes somewhere, but when I recover, the old man comes again and repeats the process, and so on 3 times a day. "It's good that I spend mana on my research and he bothers me less because if I run out of mana I will stop regenerating quickly and die, but for some reason he stopped casting these healing spells and no, I don't miss them!" I thought about it and went back to my work. But then the old man spoke:
- Today we will repeat our procedures again and check a new feature of your body - the old man said and honestly slightly interested me.
Then he pressed the same buttons as always and I was on the table, but with my stomach to the table "I have a bad feeling, I will stop the formation of spells" nodding inwardly, I sorted out my experimental spells. Yes, I can cast spells, but why can't you? Then you are very sorry since you cannot even cast a weak spell, but then I thought "and who am I talking to? I don't have imaginary friends" body.
"Yes, I'm very worried about my body, I'm probably even a virgin, I'm sure you would be worried about your virginity too," I thought quickly and heard the old man's voice and the sounds of metal.
- So, let's start our daily procedure, and then to the operation - he said, and he said the last phrase in a more serious tone. Then he took his "tools" (different hooks, knives of different sizes and shapes, saws, scalpels), but the most "memorable" was a knife with three blades. About 15 cm long and at marks 5 and 10 blades come out opposite to each other. And the most unpleasant "bonus" is that my body could not ignore his damage. "Ha, get ready..... What's my name?" it really shocked me and then a deep pain went "bitch, he started with fire items!" it just so happened that my weakness is fire.
A few hours later
"Bitch, I knew he'd end up with that fucking knife!" I thought angrily and heard the old man's voice again:
"Yes, your fear has been replaced by anger, which is good, but 'dessert' is yet to come~ he said slowly with a sadistic smile and insane laughter. "Oh, I even forgot what he is going to do with my body now, but I must endure!" I kept repeating this to myself in my mind. My escape depends on it. But the next second I was pierced by incredible pain and I could not scream - Aaaaaaaaa! - but my voice gave out only a monotonous cry. And the old man's voice echoed in my head.
"Hahaha, this time you screamed and so I will give you unforgettable memories!" he exclaimed, and the pain intensified. "I WANT TO KILL HIM!" I screamed in my thoughts and my instincts too, but the pain didn't stop.
A few hours later
"Ha....Ha... this horror is finally over" I thought, and then I heard the old man's voice:
Phew, the operation was a success! Object 003 retract your wings - he ordered and my body initially tried to obey, but because of my actions, I could ignore this order, but not now. "How the hell do I suck in my wings. Okay, you have to think of it like the folding of a bird's wings, but just folding in yourself" I started imagining this exact picture and after a couple of seconds I felt my wings for the first time and then they started to shrink. "This is a rather strange feeling," I thought in my mind, and then a wave of pain came as the wings literally retracted into my back. "Agh, why can't anything that happens to me in my second life be without pain. Isn't it some kind of cliche where the main character is reborn and collects a harem?" I ask myself internally and then the next minute I felt pain.
- Excellent! Object 003, you can release your wings, he ordered. I did it the way I wanted to. Have you ever worn small clothes? It's the same with wings, but it hurts a hundred times more if you ever dressed things that didn't fit at least once. "Again, to whom I explain this, because there is no one here except this old man," I thought so as not to go crazy. I released my wings in advance imagining how a bird opens its wings and they came out like that. "Ahh, what a relief, freedom for my wings," I thought, and my spirits dropped. "Freedom to my wings, but not to me," I thought pessimistically, but immediately threw those thoughts back.
- Hmm, good result - saying this, the old man left and I plunged back into the liquid.
After a couple of hours
"I cleared my body by about 75%" analyzed her efforts during the week. Yes, I have been clearing my body from the influence of the old man all week and it is very difficult! Not only can they "run", but they are also reborn through my "breath". Under the breath, I say that I swallow this liquid. Then several streams of mana "leave" her in different directions. Part of this mana goes to my core, another part goes to nutrients, and the last, smallest, almost imperceptible, goes to control my body. And the last part is what I'm trying to fight with my blood magic.
Okay, I'll explain what blood magic is all about. Blood magic - is a small red crystals that are in my body. Blood, flesh and even wings. But controlling all that mana will break my brain, so I control the parts where the controlling mana is and kill it. Yes, slowly, but at least that way. It is quite noticeable, well, because it is green.
I also try to create spells from the memories of the body. There is one thing that I liked the most, namely the claws. Huge ice claws, that's what I want to create. In the memories there was a huge body with these claws that could break any armor and I wanted them. But I also don't forget about the spear and constantly practice the creation scheme. And in a week of creation, I can form a diagram in a few seconds, but then the question arises. "And how long will it take for Mana to form a spear?" I thought about this topic in my mind. I put this topic aside and decided to study another feature of my body, namely the strengthening of monsters.
This kind of amplification involves injecting mana into the whole body and thus strengthening me, well, that's how I feel when I use this ability. Also my instincts are a serious part of me and I can fully rely on them. They saved me more than once from revealing the old man when he came in and my instincts always warned.
I also wanted to highlight my voice. He is unemotional, but this does not bother me at all, because I can at least say "where can I use this?" I asked myself, but could not answer this question. And I'm glad they didn't remove my vocal cords, because why would you tell a chimera if it doesn't have a personality and it's actually a killing machine? That's how I would think if I were in the place of the old man. But I'm not him and thank God!
"We need to get rid of this influence further," I reminded myself and fell into a "sleep."
Three days later
POV: Dr. Keely
After the usual procedures with the object, I began to return back and Dr. Reggie is standing in front of the threshold of my office. "Why is this nobleman here?" I inwardly asked myself and became wary. I went up to him and with all possible benevolence spoke:
- Dr. Reggie, may I ask what you forgot at the threshold of my office? - I asked, and looking closely I saw he had a rare seriousness. To which he handed me some papers and said:
- This needs to be discussed. We found enemy spies - he said this, I grabbed these papers and quickly read. After about two minutes, I thought "where did they get this information, most likely these nobles did it, although this group of bandits lives and hunts here." But just as this thought came into my mind, a series of large explosions sounded.
*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*
- It looks like we were attacked - saying this, Reggie took out his blade and called me, to which I looked at him doubtfully and soon ran after him.