[Author Note]
Disc: HrPrTeam
Is Wormy Toji's true son?
Yeah, who is Megumi:
No, Megumi is the real son:
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???? P.O.V.
*sigh*
It's quite unfortunate that I lost it since it was such a useful tool, but it seemed adamant about staying with the first subject.
When I finished creating it, the experiment immediately went toward him.
Should I get it back?
Hmm, while it is tempting, I have other things to worry about. I'm already implementing the data I collected from that experiment in different things.
Near-infinite storage is less important than the evolution of mankind.
One of my most significant discoveries was figuring out how to shorten the distance and compact molecules.
Taking inspiration from an American superhero, I created a living organism capable of shrinking anything that enters its body, giving the illusion of infinite space.
Although ugly, it can store anything from living creatures to objects.
Since the subject would become a superhuman monster, I put many weapons inside of the experiment so he could be used as a pseudo-storage tool.
Usually, I wouldn't do something like give away precious tools, but Asakura was vital in furthering my research, and I hate being in debt to people.
It's definitely one of my proudest works.
I call it.
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Worm Baby.
...
Anywho, experiment 1405 was useless in capturing the Path girl. As one of the most supernatural traits on this planet, the Paths need to be studied.
If I can implement them in others, everyone's visual prowess will be shot to new heights.
Unfortunately, she is a member of the Order, so I will have to send something more effective to deal with her.
I'd prefer not to kill her, but her eyes are the most important thing about her.
Speaking of the Order, the JAA has been on my trail due to my rash actions. That damn Sei made me look like a fool.
*knock*
*knock*
Speak of the devil. I'm meeting with the bastard today.
My eyes narrow. "Come in."
The door opens to a blonde man with a fake smile, followed by two tall guards in sunglasses.
Are they stupid? They're underground.
He walks over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Ando, my friend."
'Friend.'
As soon as you become the chairman, I'm going to kill you. I'm the last person on the planet someone should blackmail.
My face turns neutral. "What can I help you with?"
He steps back and motions for one of his guards to hand me something.
What is this?
It's a map of the JCC.
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you want me to do with this?"
He throws his arm around my shoulder. "You see, I'm trying to find something called the database, and you're going to help me."
I move his arm off my shoulder. "What does this have to do with the JCC?"
He puts his hands in his pockets. "The JAA is hiding their primary information database on the island. I already have one of my agents working on discovering where it is. You come into the picture because you will double as a distraction and a search team. Since he's been slow, I've had to rush my plans and become more aggressive."
Ah, I get it now.
My eyes narrow slightly. "You want me to send some of my experiments to steal the information from the databa-...wait a second."
His smile widened.
As I came to the realization, my eyes widened. "The JAA's database must contain an immense amount of data on the strongest assassins, including the Paths."
He nodded. "Obviously, I'm not going to leave my friend with nothing. If you help me find the database, I'll let you access it."
Sei Asaki, I might let you live after this whole thing ends.
I reach my hand out with a wide smile. "You son of a bitch, I'm in."
He grabs my hand.
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Toji P.O.V.
Curses feed off of cursed energy.
It's the reason why they attack humans...aside from the natural born hatred.
I noticed that the inventory curse hadn't shrunk much since I entered this world.
Telling if it needs to be fed is relatively simple based on its size.
It can shrink into a small ball, but it's consistent in the size of its different forms, making it easy to tell even if it's in the ball form.
The effects of not eating usually take a week to show up, so I try to keep it fed so it will see me as a parental figure.
It's tiring but necessary.
Similarly, like caring for an animal, the inventory curse has some needs.
Cursed energy.
Every human has cursed energy aside from me, so I have to get creative in feeding it.
The problem is that nobody has cursed energy.
Instead, I've been feeding it regular food, which works fine in this world.
There have been no glaring after-effects, which is good, but I can't help but think there is a problem because it is foreign.
Instead of a curse, it seems to be a living being, which explains why other people can see it without cursed energy.
Now, then, back to food.
The cafeteria in this place is weird since there is a board on the wall where you have to shoot with a laser pointer gun. Whatever you hit is what you get to eat.
It's easy if you have been shooting for as long as I have.
...
After entering the cafeteria, I walk over to the shooting range.
*beep*
There we go, the JCC bowl.
The students universally hate it, but it contains a variety of foods and nutrients.
Taste is the last thing on my mind.
I couldn't care less about a steak if it doesn't give me everything I need.
There is enough for me and the inventory curse.
It only needs to be fed every few days, and given its size, it doesn't need much to survive.
However, I feed it every day to keep it attached to me.
It's an emotional curse; keeping it happy will keep my storage safe.
*sigh*
The curse even likes to be shaven. It's so fuckin weird, but it is necessary.
Alright.
*cough*
*BLEH*
I throw up the curse as it rapidly expands.
Curling around me, it speaks. "MoMmY."
I grab a fork and a second empty bowl and sit down at the nearest empty table.
Separating the army rations and vegetables from the brown rice and scraps of the day into the first and second bowls, respectively, I put the second to my right for the curse.
*plop*
*crunch*
*crunch*
The curse falls off me before shoving his face into the second bowl.
Shaking my head, I start eating my bowl, ignoring the stares from the people around me.
...
'Someone' speaks from behind me. "Eh? That is not hard-boiled..."