"Me, me… … a test subject?"
The scythe in Hasul's hand trembled slightly.
Then I realized something strange.
The woman who introduced herself as the 47th doll was obviously white, and it was difficult to find any re
semblance to Ha-seul, who had a typical Asian appearance.
but.
There were some strangely similar aspects in the indescribable aspects, such as the indifferent gaze, the
dry way of speaking, and the atmosphere.
Hasul felt it vaguely.
The emotion that followed was doubt.
When on earth did it start?
Since when did I become like this?
No, but what kind of person was he originally?
Everything was a mess.
But unlike Ha-seul, who felt confused, Su-ho was calm.
"What on earth are you thinking?"
Suho suddenly reached out his hand to Ha Seul.
Swish-
"...ah?"
The power of the ruler.
The sickle in Hasul's hand rose on its own and flew towards Suho's hand.
Hasul was flustered and flailed her hands, but the hand holding the scythe had lost its strength after bein
g surprised to hear that she was a test subject.
Hooosh- Chuck.
Suho, who grabbed the sickle with one hand, gave it a big spin to gauge the energy.
[Your Majesty, this is an unclean object. I will take it.]
Fearing that Verga might be exposed to any negative influence, he quickly took the sickle from Suho's han
d.
From the moment Ber first saw this scythe on Hasul, he felt an inexplicable discomfort.
This strange feeling was not justified by the fact that the material of the harvest sickle was a stone.
Verga glared at the sickle and the woman with his narrowed eyes.
[I never thought it would be like this.]
"That's right."
Suho also frowned and glared at the woman.
"That subject 13, you mean this scythe?"
"Yes, that's right."
"… … !"
As the woman nodded obediently, Hasul's eyes blinked wide.
Ber, with a burning desire in his whole body, raised one arm as if to grab the woman's head.
[Do you dare to insult us?]
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just answering the questions faithfully."
The woman bowed her head with elegance even before Ver's death.
And he pointed to the sickle that Verga was holding and explained again.
"That scythe, Subject 13, is one of the many masterpieces you have created, a weapon for extracting con
tamination."
[Extract? Not contaminating?]
"Yes. Subject 13 was created to secretly intercept the energy of the 'fruit' that the Apostles of Paradise w
ere collecting. So, I found a suitable person among the humans wandering around the Apostles of Paradise'
s territory and handed him over."
"Intercepting the power of the fruit?"
A strange sight appeared in Suho's eyes.
The woman's words contained more surprising information than expected.
Are you saying that the Apostles of Itarim were not simply keeping each other in check, but were also exp
loiting each other's power?
"Yes. The person involved must have vaguely noticed it?"
The woman glanced at Hasul's entire body and asked.
"Haven't you noticed something strange? You've probably eaten the Elvenwood fruit countless times, but
unlike the other villains, you've still remained untainted."
"...ah."
At those words, Hasul's mouth opened slightly.
Now that I think about it, why didn't I realize it until now?
Recently, when a harsh winter swept through the city of villains.
When Alfheim went berserk.
All the villains who lived there were transformed into mutated beings, covered in hard tree bark as the po
wer of the fruit they had accumulated in their bodies ran wild.
So-called 'contaminated'.
At this point, Suho also realized something.
The fact that the information window that appeared when I first held the fruit clearly said that it was a 'co
ntaminated' fruit.
But looking back, Hasul was the villain who ate the most fruit of all.
That too, a harvester.
In North Korea, where there were no special treatments or healers, the only way to heal wounds and rest
ore health was to eat fruit, so Hasul must have also eaten fruit to survive.
Even though Hasul is an S-class Awakened, there will always be dangerous moments as long as she live
s in a land full of villains.
But Ha-seul, only Ha-seul, was still sane.
No matter how much fruit you've eaten so far.
Unlike other villains, his skin did not turn into bark or harden.
"You're only just realizing it now? Well, it's only natural that you don't know. Your goal was to extract the f
ruit's power in the most secret way possible, so that not even the Apostles of Paradise would notice."
The woman's words conveyed great pride in her 'doctor'.
In short, this is what it came down to.
1) Anyone who possesses the Sickle of Harvest will not become corrupted no matter how much Elvenwo
od fruit they eat.
2) This is because the harvest sickle sucks up the energy of the fruit that accumulates inside the body.
3) However, since the temporary regeneration effect occurs during the process, no one notices it.
"Is this scythe like a water purifier filter? It just filters out the dregs?"
"… … The example is a bit strange, but it's a similar principle. So please take this hand off. It's a bit heav
y."
Suddenly, Ber's large, black hand was grabbing the woman's head.
If I had the will, I could crush that little head right now.
But contrary to her words, the woman showed no sign of fear.
To Subject 47, who originally called himself a toy, his own safety was of no concern.
The woman continued speaking calmly.
"Besides, if that scythe hadn't existed in the first place, that girl would have accumulated so much polluti
on that she would have become a puppet of the Apostle of Paradise long ago."
"He was an apostle of paradise. So what about now? Has he become your puppet instead of an apostle of
paradise?"
"That's not possible. The function of extracting contamination and the function of causing contamination a
re in conflict with each other. If both conditions were applied to one test subject at the same time, even the
Apostle of Paradise would have noticed it eventually. The doctor did not want to conflict with the Apostle of
Paradise, but simply wanted to extract his power for purely research purposes. Of course… … ."
The woman continued speaking with some hesitation.
"Because the human race is a race that mixes easily… … I think we've been affected just a little bit, but it
doesn't seem like a big problem."
"A race that is easy to mix with?"
"Yes. The doctor said that they are a race with no distinct personality."
"Are there any side effects?"
"If I had to find a side effect… … I guess it would be that the personality and atmosphere have become s
omewhat similar to mine. Subject 13 has no special function other than extracting the fruit's energy, so ther
e are no other side effects."
"Does the extracted energy go to the doctor?"
"Yes, that's right."
"That's good."
Suho smiled, revealing his teeth.
"Then how about this?"
Suddenly, a delicious-looking 'fruit' appeared in Suho's hand.
And he asked the woman again.
"If Hasul eats this fruit now, will the energy flow to the doctor?"
"… … Yes."
At Soo-ho's meaningless smile, a slight sense of anxiety sprouted for the first time in the woman who ha
d been expressionless the whole time.
"Ber."
[Yes, Your Majesty.]
"You try it."
"… … ?!"
At Suho's words, the woman's eyes widened for the first time.
Bert smirked at that blatant reaction.
Then he accepted the fruit that Suho had handed him and opened his evil mouth wide.
"Okay, sleep… … ."
Crunch!
Before the woman could even stop him, Ber chewed and swallowed the fruit without hesitation.
Still holding the sickle of the harvest in his other hand.
Crunch crunch!
If Hasul had eaten it, it would have been different, but the moment Berga ate the fruit himself.
The situation has completely changed.
If you didn't know, you wouldn't know.
For Ber, who had heard the principle of the sickle of harvest directly from the woman, it was not difficult t
o trace the energy of the outer universe flowing from the fruit that had entered him to the sickle of harvest.
And the direction in which the energy extracted in this way passes through the sickle of harvest and head
s somewhere.
[Found it.]
… … !
Shhh-
The woman felt a chill as she saw Suho and Ber looking at each other and exchanging smiles.
"Okay, wait a minute… … ."
Before the embarrassed woman could even finish her words, Suho and Ber turned their heads at the sam
e time to look at the woman's face and ask.
"Over there?"
[Judging from the expression, I think it's the right answer.]
"There are a lot of fruits, so let's keep eating them and keep chasing them."
[yes.]
Whoosh-
"… … Okay, just a moment!"
It's already too late to stop.
Before the woman, who had come to her senses a beat later, could stop them, they were already running
far away.
Tracing the flow of energy flowing towards the doctor.
"profit!"
bang!
Subject 47 began to desperately chase after them, showing more emotion than ever before.
* * *
We're in trouble.
The plan was completely ruined.
Subject 47 chased after the Guardians and tried to persuade them urgently.
"Stop it now!"
"Hey. You're such a kind person who gave me gifts, but I should thank you in person."
"The doctor is reluctant to interact with others!"
"But it's rude to just let it go. Who's fighting? Let's at least have a talk."
But from the beginning, Suho wasn't someone who could be persuaded.
"Please, I beg you! You can have a conversation with me as much as you want… …!"
"Anything?"
At those words, Suho, who had been running in a straight line with Ber, looked back at Subject 47 for the
first time.
"Are you saying that your master is watching us through you?"
"That, that is… … It is not surveillance, but a natural phenomenon of connection between the Creator and
the creation!"
"So you're saying that you sent me to spy on me after all?"
[He's a gloomy guy. If this keeps up, I'll have to find him even more.]
"… … !"
It was firmly dried.
From the moment the initial plan went awry, there was nothing 47 could do to stop Suho's actions.
-Even if you are the son of the Shadow Lord, you are still human after all.
-A human male in his prime would not turn down a pretty female body.
-47, I've decided on you. From now on, you will be Seongsuho's.
As 47 chased after Suho, who was running at incredible speed, the doctor's order echoed in his mind.
And finally.
Somewhere in the cold snowy fields of Russia.
bang!
One wall of the research lab of the 'Apostle of Evolution', which was secretly hidden deep in the snowfiel
d, was suddenly shattered, and out of nowhere, a group of villains barged in.
"Come out, Inma."
and.
Crisp.
And with one hand he was chewing on a delicious fruit, and with the other he was wielding the grim reap
er, or rather the sickle of the harvest, and he roared like the grim reaper.
[Keeeeeeeek!]