'I have become what had just killed me... and yet this Extraterrestrial System is telling me to conduct a fucking human experiment?! Fuck!' Grey knelt on the dark soil of the lake's side, not as a human but as something else he had yet to know.
However, his boiling rage and frustration amidst his turmoil mind were alleviated as the Extraterrestrial System revealed the thorough details of his first Extraterrestrial Mission, as well as the system's question of consideration.
Ding!
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[First Extraterrestrial Mission — First Abduction]
Mission Details:
Secure the abandoned Princess facing the death's door and modify her DNA to your liking.
Mission Duration: 30 minutes (until the Princess dies).
Mission Success Reward: [Flying Disc Core]
Mission Failure Penalty: [Death]
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[Would you like to know the basic details about the abandoned Princess?]
[YES / NO]
Even though he was not an addicted reader unlike Clark who preferred reading and watching instead of doing his homework overnight, Grey was familiar with this system or whatnot, which prompted him to answer,
"Yes, show it to me," Grey muttered.
'If I fail, I won't be an alien anymore since I'll die, right? I guess I'll see this first and decide what to do.' He thought inwardly.
However, seeing the information regarding the Princess, whoever this was, Grey's eyes widened.
"Wh–what the hell is this?!"
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[Princess Quintella of Lumenasia]
Age: 9 Years Old
Race: Human
Societal Status: Royalty/Commoner
Soul Core: Dark
Element: Darkness
Skills: [Empire's Basic Sword Arts]
Health Status: Critical
Current Background: [Princess Quintella of the Holy Empire of Lumenasia has been forcefully drafted to the war under the decree of the Great Emperor himself against the Death Lord's right hand with the intent to abandon her because she possesses a Soul Core and Element that signifies bad omen.]
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"A–a fucking 9 years old?! Those ruthless bastards!" Grey did not hesitate to curse whoever was behind this; he seemed to momentarily forget that he was not human anymore.
'I hate my current self, but fuck that! It will never be right to draft a literal kid, especially when the fight was against a nonhuman!' Grey quickly deduced that this war was against something else, not between humans themselves especially with the mention of Death Lord.
'System! I don't know if I have the ability to quickly locate her, but I need your help! Show me my current status!'
Ding!
[Adjusting your Status based on this world's standards.]
[Status cannot be fully adjusted.]
[Simplified Status has been generated.]
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Name: Grey
Age: 21 Years Old
Race: [Unidentified]
Societal Status: Anon Scientist
Vibration Level: 50
Soul Core: Dark
Element: Darkness
Alien Skills: [Swift Feet], [Body Transformation], [Echolocation], [Beyond Sense], [Universal Language], [Alien Archive], [DNA Modification]
Health Status: Healthy
Current Background: [Cannot be determined. Gradually make yourself known to this world.]
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'Echolocation?' Even without reading the details behind such a skill, Grey did not hesitate to use it. Such a word was familiar to him as someone who had studied general science that included the sensory biology of bats, birds, and dolphins.
[Would you like to activate "Echolocation?"]
'Yes, activate it now.' He inwardly muttered.
At that moment, everything in his surroundings that was already silent seemed to enter another state of absolute vacuum devoid of any sounds. However, his ears felt like would burst as he faintly heard the dying hearts on this abandoned battlefield.
Amidst this sensation, where dying breaths were continuously haunting the chilling air, Grey didn't move an inch and focused on his senses.
"Ha... Hah..."
"M–my son... daughter..."
"Sob. Huff."
Some were on the verge of bursting into tears, which only indicated two realities—either they were terrified of death or afraid of leaving their loved ones.
After some time, amidst everything in this ruined wasteland with dark forest, Grey's attention was particularly caught by a man's words.
"Cursed Princess, give up. You have no place in the empire; this is the place you belong to. This will become your grave! If you die, the people of the kingdom will pity the mighty Emperor and gain more support from the nobility!"
'This fucker, talking about politics in this situation?!' Grey swiftly disappeared in front of the lake without making a sound.
[Swift Feet]
Alien Skill Description: [Because of the biology of this unidentified alien race, its body can move as though it is one with the air, similar to something that can swim underwater without making a sound and disruptive movements.
***
Somewhere in the Dark Lands.
"Ha... Hah..." Princess Quintella was heavily breathing while running raggedly as her supple hand was pressing a deep wound on her left abdomen.
"Princess! You cannot hide away from me! Why don't you just die for the empire's sake?!"
Thud.
Princess Quintella stumbled, her strength gradually leaving her body.
"M–mother... Sob. Huff." Crystalline tears began flowing down her pale wounded cheeks filled with this land's dirt.
She crawled towards the nearby tree as her uncle's voice echoed, "Princess, come out! Why are you disobeying your great uncle, huh? I just want the best for you! If you die now, you won't have to suffer anymore as a wedlock of the Great Emperor!"
Princess Quintella hugged her knees while trying her best to avoid making any sounds. Her consciousness was gradually losing its light as her crimson eyes began fading.
'N–No, I cannot die here!' But her desire to live was unshakable. 'M–mother told me to live well! I–I absolutely cannot die here!'
Princess Quintella tightened her grip on the shortsword, which was nothing special; nothing similar to the one that the current Hero owned.
"Ha... Hah..." Continuously catching her breath, something caught her eye, which depicted a golden cube with a lone eye.
'A Light Observer?!'
Knowing that this was done by her uncle, Princess Quintella tried to raise her body and run; however–
"Found you, little one."
...behind her was her uncle's maddened face with bloodshot eyes.
Her uncle then grabbed her shoulders and–
Slap!
"You fucking bitch! Why is it hard for you to just die and make me chase you here?!
Slap!
"Keuk!"
Slap!
"Ugh! U–uncle, s–stop!" Princess Quintella weakly resisted as his uncle grabbed her golden hair.
Slap!
"Shut!"
Slap!
"Your filthy mouth!"
Slap!
"You commoner blood!"
Princess Quintella's uncle did not stop as his right hand reached for her abdomen before muttering, "Magic Missile."
Bang!
A circular hole bore itself through her guts as her body was sent flying and hit a tree with her back.
Thud.
"Keu–ak!" A mouthful of blood expelled itself from her mouth due to the strike's shock.
"Sigh, clumsy concubine's daughter with Dark Element; an abomination of the empire who worships the holy Lumen Goddess.
"You're still alive? I can't say I'm surprised since your Soul Core is Dark, which makes you a bug that's hard to kill unless your heart's been pierced or your head cut–
At that moment, Princess Quintella's uncle's vision flipped upside down, seeing the black sun below and the Dark Land's soil above.
"Huh?"
It was his last words as his crimson eyes perceived an undead-like being standing behind him, which he did not sense the presence of.
However, that was not the end. Before he completely lost consciousness–
Slash! Slash!
Countless slashes from this monstrosity's scythe-like hand tore him limb from limb. And just as his sense of hearing was about to disappear, he heard an atrocious voice,
"Bye-bye, bastard of an uncle."
Spurt.
Thud.
His headless body knelt, and his head rolled.
***
'Wh–what? Who?' Princess Quintella muttered, her crimson eyes witnessing her uncle's demise.
Without any strength to even move a muscle because of severe blood loss that gradually drained her body's vitality, her fainting vision saw this undead-like entity approaching her.
"Cough. I–I guess... It's better to die at the enemy's hands rather than those who betrayed me." She mustered the courage to speak out those words before her tender lips floated a liberated smile.
But her eyes seemed to shoot open upon hearing this monstrous-like entity's words, "I am not gonna hurt you. Stay still."
At that moment, Grey stretched out his alien arms and carried the little Princess, who eventually lost consciousness, but still clinging to life.
'Let's do this.' Grey muttered before his figure disappeared with the sleeping Princess in his arms.
***
[The subject's permission must be attained to begin the process of DNA Modification.]
"Shit! What is this now?" Grey cursed. It was his mistake to not read the details of his Alien Skill related to his first Extraterrestrial Mission.
[DNA Modification]
Alien Skill Description: [Allows the unidentified alien race to modify and edit one's existence with a variety of choices, making the subject of this skill become a new existence at the liberty of the alien race's will. However, as an Anon Scientist who follows a set of ethical rules, the host must receive permission before this skill's activation.
System Reminder: [This skill has conformed with this world's standards, but the previous modification choices remained.]
After reading all that, Grey was alerted of the Extraterrestrial System.
[Mission Duration Remaining: 5 minutes...]
Refraining himself to let out another profanity, Grey, who settled down the unconscious and bleeding Princess, frantically woke her up.
"H–Hey, Princess. Wake up. I will heal you or at least cause you to live, but I need your permission.
"Hey!" Even though Grey never wanted it, for the sake of saving this stranger, he gently slapped the little girl's wounded cheeks. "I said wake up!"
"Uh–un? Ah." Princess Quintella groaned.
Seeing this, Grey raised his voice, "I will help, but I need your permission! Will you let me? Do you want to live? Just nod your head once!"
Hearing this voice, which strangely sounded concerned about her well-being since it came from an existence considered an abomination by the Holy Empire of Lumenasia, Princess Quintella slowly nodded her head while her crimson eyes faintly saw the concerned unfamiliar figure.
[You have gained the subject's permission.]
[Would you like to begin DNA Modification?]
'Yes, activate it now!'
[Alien Skill: DNA Modification has been activated.]
[Choose a Gene Editing Category.]
In that spur of a second or two, Grey's vision caught something familiar, something he usually had read in science fiction novels before everything went to this ridiculous moment.
Without hesitation, he clicked the numerous floating screens as the Extraterrestrial System informed him.
[You have chosen Body Reconstruction.]
[You have chosen the alien material, "Nanobots" as the Body Reconstruction Material.]