300. Magic Tower (3)
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The executioner of the Magic Tower, or Alpha-11, looked into the auditorium while stroking his chin with interest.
After losing the human body and being converted into a machine, most of the senses have been lost, but the chemical process of the mind that feels emotions remains the same.
In that respect.
“You said I didn’t like it, mister.”
The situation in the auditorium that followed those words was truly interesting.
Cold silence weighs down the surroundings.
The emotions contained within that silence are very clear.
The emergence of a ‘variable’ that they have never seen before.
‘I never thought it would hit me so openly.’
One thing everyone knows.
Going into a fight at the Magic Tower is not a wise choice.
Technology is one of the most valuable values regardless of era and background. At that level, there is really nothing good about having trouble with a group in another world alone.
Even the most powerful nobles in the imperial hegemony have a reason to flatter themselves in order to gain at least a crumb of the technology they possess.
‘Of course, that man is not easy when it comes to strength, but…’
Assuming that he can handle demonic energy with ease, it is said that it is impossible for him to fight Dowd Campbell in a close fight unless he is a strong adult.
The Magic Tower are, in theory, capable of ‘mass producing’ such a strong person. Isn’t Alpha himself the proof of that?
“I think you are misunderstanding the procedure.”
As the cold silence continued, Professor Mobius, who gave off a particularly cold atmosphere among the humans whose entire bodies had been converted into mechanical devices, opened his mouth in an inorganic voice.
“As I said before, there are no legal problems.”
“I told you that just now. “But you don’t like me?”
“Then.”
Professor Mobius’ voice still showed no particular emotion.
That’s why.
“The fact that the procedure is just means that your personal safety cannot be guaranteed if you do not follow it, Dowd Campbell.”
I could also feel the ‘firmness’ when spitting out the following sentences.
It was a calm declaration made in a tone that there was no room for negotiation.
Follow or pay the price.
The answer came from Dowd Campbell with a snort.
“Is that a threat?”
“I’m telling the truth. “
“Speech is a fair procedure. “This is just torturing people to death, right?”
“It is a process of obtaining data. “The human there is an experiment we brought in for that purpose.”
“…”
Doud Campbell’s facial muscles twitch.
The conversation draws parallel lines.
Even as Dowd Campbell’s hostility becomes increasingly evident, Professor Mobius has no room to back down even an inch.
Among the professors who are the rulers of the Magic Tower, Professor Mobius’s position is somewhat special.
Experiments, data, arguments.
Even in the den of demons bound by such things, this man’s ‘desire for exploration’ reaches a truly dangerous level.
The atmosphere is immediate. The conflict is so tense that it seems as if one side will explode unless someone intervenes and adjusts the situation.
But, nevertheless.
He himself is an abettor.
He was ‘given’ that role.
Alpha’s gaze settled on one of the panels surrounding the auditorium.
Right now, isn’t Professor Astrid just sitting there and doing nothing?
This means that in this position, we have to get through it solely with Dowd Campbell’s choices.
Alpha smiled bitterly.
‘…The Magic Tower has been tainted by evil.’
Should we say that it is a loss of humanity that is inversely proportional to the development of technology?
They weren’t people who just started out like this from the beginning.
Some ‘incident’ led to the decline to this level.
‘Professor Persi… I heard you are doing well in the lower world.’
He serves as the dean at Elfante Academy.
While those thoughts were coming to mind.
“So.”
Dowd Campbell quietly stroked his hair and opened his mouth.
“If I don’t torture this person to death here, the Magic Tower will consider me an enemy?”
“I will leave the interpretation to you.”
That’s what it says, it’s a de facto ultimatum.
Kneel.
The Magic Tower is too powerful a group for you to oppose.
That meaning must be condensed.
In fact, Magic Tower is a group that is not at all short of saying such a thing.
The problem is.
“…”
If he knows Dowd Campbell.
In this case, the answer was that it was almost certain.
Sure enough.
At some point, Daoud’s mood seems to suddenly subside.
It’s like blocking even the possibility of conversation with the other person.
“It’s about fighting. That.”
“Well, I don’t know. “I’ve never said that before-“
“Try it, then.”
At the same time as Dowd Campbell said those words.
“Try to force me to do it once. “I will never do it.”
A smile appeared on Alpha’s lips.
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“…What are you…?”
I can hear Marquis Bogart, who is kneeling next to me, saying that.
He looks quite embarrassed as his eyes are blank and blinking.
In reality, there was only cold silence in the hall.
It seems like no one knew that these words would come out of my mouth.
“…”
But.
The ensuing reaction was dramatic.
“-“
Professor Mobius, who was sitting across from the panel, stood up.
And.
With that alone, the atmosphere changes drastically.
There is no trace of magic power, magic power, divine power, or any other supernatural ability.
An eerie feeling that can only be felt by those who clearly realize how powerful the power they hold flows from their entire body.
“-You don’t seem to know what you’re talking about.”
The voice still has no pitch, but the coldness in it is incomparable to before.
“I’ll do whatever I want. “It wouldn’t be that difficult to forcefully use that place as a research sample.”
“Morbius.”
But before that sentence could continue, there was someone who cut him off and came in.
Professor Astrid, like other professors, has remained silent all this time.
The steel giant rested his chin on both hands and spoke in a tone of bewilderment.
“Wouldn’t it be better to do that? “Those two are essential to solving the demon-related magic tower’s long-awaited wish.”
“…”
“Anyone can see that ‘discarding’ it right now is not a good picture. “There was no replacement test subject, at least under our observation, right?”
Mobius’ head slowly turned.
“…What are we doing, Professor Astrid?”
“I want to ask you what you are trying to do.”
Astrid said that sentence in a mocking voice.
“Gnosis will save us. Knowledge will ascend mankind. “Isn’t that what you always insisted?”
“…”
“We do whatever it takes to obtain data and research value. That’s why we appointed you as the head of the research team, Mobius. “Don’t forget the essence.”
At those words, Mobius stood still for a moment and looked at Astrid.
Professor Mobius’ mechanical prosthetic eye rolled in place for a moment.
I don’t know what that means, but I think it’s probably a way to express something like embarrassment or anger.
“…What are you trying to say?”
“Isn’t the purpose ultimately to collect data? All we have to do is find a ‘different method’. “There is no reason to cause friction with that side.”
Professor Astrid answered the question raised by Mobius without hesitation.
As if you had assumed this situation from the beginning and prepared an answer.
“Subject Dowd Campbell’s and other devil’s vessels’ magical energy has always shown a tendency to become stronger in extreme situations. What do you think the implications are?”
“The more intense the ‘struggle’ is, the easier it becomes to obtain relevant research results.”
I don’t like the idea of calling me a subject, but I quietly listen to Astrid with a frown.
This is because, given the atmosphere, they are providing cover fire for me.
“Professors.”
Astrid continued her sentence while looking around.
It’s hard to make out the details because it’s a mechanical face, but I think it’s probably a smiling face.
“Aren’t you curious about the results of each project you create?”
“…”
Suddenly.
I frown even more at the feeling conveyed in that sentence.
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Maybe.
I may not just be trying to help you.
“Let’s fight. “With the best masterpieces of the Magic Tower.”
That’s right.
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“Professor Astrid.”
After the hearing.
The steel giant’s gait as he walked down the hallway stopped when he heard those words.
The voice heard from behind is Professor Mobius.
“…”
Before I even spoke, honestly, I already feel tired.
I wanted to ask about what happened at the hearing that just took place.
“Yes, yes, Mobius. “If you want an apology, feel free to-“
Astrid, who was about to answer like that, suddenly stopped.
Professor Mobius approached her in an instant and grabbed her by the neck.
And that alone.
“Extreme-!”
Because intense pain was coming.
Of course, not this steel body she is moving now.
It is a painful pain that comes to her ‘real body’, which is connected beyond this body.
It feels like my brain is on fire. The sensation of my nerves being torn apart rips through my entire anterior chamber.
“I am not an idiot, Professor Astrid.”
Mobius spoke calmly towards Astrid, who was breathing heavily without even being able to form a sentence.
“Isn’t the fact that you even brought up such a proposal giving them a kind of ‘opportunity’? Originally, they were subjects that could just be unilaterally pushed into experiments and disposed of.”
While clutching Astrid’s neck, Mobius blurted out those words.
“It seems like you are plotting something through your blood relatives. It is not difficult to guess if you look at the fact that they are trying to expose the ‘power’ of the magic tower. “It seems like they are confident that they will survive somehow, even with such a ‘fight’ attached.”
“…Ka, haaak-!”
“Well, I guess it’s good. “No matter what you do, I don’t think that fool can withstand the power of the Magic Tower.”
The words continued calmly.
“I hold your leash. “Until the Magic Tower’s ‘long-cherished wish’ is fulfilled, you are pledged to me.”
Professor Mobius’ prosthetic eye radiated its inorganic light.
“Don’t forget, Professor Astrid.”
It’s like black crystal.
It is infinitely clean and infinitely clear.
“You and your family have been my ‘subjects of research’ for a long time.”
“…”
“If you don’t cooperate, you can be discarded at any time. Do you understand?”
The color that such transparency embraces is infinitely close to black.
As if it symbolizes the endless ‘desire for exploration’ harbored by the human named Mobius.
Then he hit Astrid’s body on the floor as if throwing a piece of waste.
He watched insensibly as the steel body collapsed helplessly, snorted once and trotted down his hallway.
As if it wasn’t worth worrying about anymore.
“…”
Astrid sighed deeply as she was left alone.
“…Well, that’s it.”
Such murmurs flowed out slowly.
“I don’t think I know whether my son Raemi will be able to withstand the magic tower or not.”
Who did this guy come from?
Those murmurs were faintly scattered into the air.
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Who is Raemi?