303. Boris Leitman
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A few days before Dowd Campbell had a fight with a giant mecha dinosaur equipped with a laser cannon.
Professor Boris Leitmann’s studio.
“Uh, huh, huh…”
A woman with messy hair set down a tool on the workbench, laughing as she was buried in a corner of the gutter, where all dignity and style were.
Another masterpiece was about to be born under her hands.
Spanners, nuts, bolts and small pieces of steel.
Joints, arms, legs, and sharp teeth and tails made from those things…
It was a model based on a creature called a ‘dinosaur’, which is known to have survived in the Paleozoic Era.
The difference from real creatures was that they were all made of steel.
“It’s cool…”
She said those words with her eyes sparkling.
Most of the professors of the Magic Tower are people who have knowledge in many fields that goes beyond what is simply called a ‘savant.’ However, ‘what’ they study through the knowledge they have accumulated is entirely at their discretion.
Professor Boris’s purpose was this.
“It would be cooler if it was made bigger…”
Someday, once.
I want to see a real-sized giant steel monster walking around.
After encountering a creature called a dinosaur for the first time, she fell in love with it and it was a desire she always had in her heart.
As I was daydreaming and laughing ungracefully, I suddenly heard the doorbell ringing outside the lab.
“Excuse me? “Is Professor Boris inside?”
“…Ah, Professor Mobius…!”
After saying that, she stood up from her seat, shedding a cold sweat.
Of course, meeting her other magic tower professors is a burden for her, but among them, this person is the most difficult to deal with.
When you open the door, what is outside is a human with a smile that is always like an unknown glass mask.
“Is there any problem?”
“Oh, no! Nothing…!”
Professor Boris was a person who was very bad at dealing with people.
The idea that people who study hard are less sociable is, in most cases, a prejudice.
It is said that it is an unavoidable phenomenon that you spend less time seeing people after working at your desk for a long time, but in any case, communication is an essential skill if you want to take your place in society.
Moreover, it may be rude to apply such a word to people who have an enormous reputation as the professors of the Magic Tower.
Just one person.
Except for Professor Boris Leitman, who is here.
A true loner who has never done anything other than study and research, and has never made a proper friend, let alone a romantic relationship.
“…”
Naturally she stiffened while she was struggling.
Beyond the mechanical prosthetic eye of Professor Mobius, who naturally entered her studio, there was a model of a mechanical dinosaur she had created.
And then.
For an instant, an emotion mixed with disgust and contempt passes across Professor Mobius’ face.
It conveys the feeling that it is incomprehensible to waste energy and mental power on such ‘unlikely work’.
“…”
Boris bit her lip until blood came out.
Yes.
She knows very well how the ‘purpose’ of her quest for knowledge is treated.
A geek’s delusion. Useless obsession.
So, isn’t he always treated as a loner and weirdo even in the magic tower?
‘…Knowledge and research are useful in and of themselves…’
Knowledge does not necessarily have to be useful.
It can make people happy or enriched.
It can become someone’s future and dream.
-You’re so cool, Boris!
Someday.
I sympathize with her foolish delusion.
I remember someone listening with sparkling eyes.
‘…Professor Astrid.’
Just thinking of a name like that.
“I came here because I wanted to report on this quarter’s performance.”
Professor Boris was presented with an absolutely terrible topic.
“Well, what are the results…?”
In response to Professor Mobius’ question, Boris rolled his eyes and asked back.
Even though sociality and communication have been sent to a far away place, she still knows what this person means.
After Professor Mobius took control of the Magic Tower, all researchers in each department had to achieve certain ‘performance’ in order to receive the materials needed for research.
“Honestly, it’s a little dangerous.”
In that respect, her next words were almost like a death sentence for her.
“The mechanical engineering department that Professor Boris is in charge of had the lowest sales rate to ‘her sponsors’ both last quarter and this quarter.”
“B-but, all the sponsors ask for is weapons that always kill people-“
“We are grateful people who provide research funds to Magic Tower. “Shouldn’t we do that?”
“…”
Knowledge.
It is not used in such places.
Professor Boris was shaking, and she could barely get her voice out.
“Well, I don’t want to make something like that-“
“I said it was a full record, Professor Boris.”
Boris flinched at her cold voice.
“Of course, research is important. However, knowledge that has not been proven to be practical is of no use.”
“Uh-“
“Have you forgotten why Professor Astrid was ‘disciplined’?”
“…”
Boris’ body began to shake even more violently.
She knows very well what happened to Astrid, who was particularly at odds with Professor Mobius.
Professor Mobius’s strangely colored prosthetic eye, reminiscent of a reptile, rolled once.
“You don’t want to be like that, do you?”
“…”
The sound of dry needles being swallowed resonated unusually loudly.
“…I will try my best.”
“That’s right.”
Professor Mobius smiled at those words again.
Of course, it was an expression that showed no trace of humanity.
My body itself has already moved away from being human.
Although the people in the Magic Tower are full of crazy people who even use their own bodies as experiments, the procedures this person performs on their own bodies give me goosebumps every time I see them.
Boris not only replaced the nerves of the entire body with the nano Kevlar she created, but also artificial eyes synthesized by Professor Astrid’s bionic engineering, a magic engineering prosthetic hand, and sacred artifacts filled with organs instead of the entire body…
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‘…Did you say evolution or something was the goal?’
Professor Boris thought of those words.
Just looking at what he has done to his own body, it feels like this man’s insane obsession with the purpose of being a new human being is clearly revealed.
It was said that it was for him that he did not hesitate to spread the magic tower’s cultural relics to the outside world, and that he greedily collected goods and materials.
He said that he could not end his life within the framework of being a ‘human being’.
“…”
And I think I can tell just by making eye contact.
This man is a monster.
A person who will do anything for what he or she wants.
“…Well, in that regard, I have a suggestion.”
And, just look at the following sentence.
There was no doubt that this fact became very clear.
Professor Morbius continued speaking, holding her small dinosaur model on the workbench with his fingers.
“I hope you ‘deal with’ just one person properly, Professor Boris.”
“…”
“Then, I will support you in everything you want, whether it’s research on toys or anything else.”
With those words.
Professor Mobius throwing her model into the trash can.
Boris could only watch in silence.
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And.
A miracle occurred.
She had no choice but to express it that way to Boris.
“…Isn’t this very well made?”
“…”
“Isn’t it Tyranno? Tyrano?”
The man said this with his eyes shining as he saw the remains of the model that Professor Mobius had thrown in the trash can.
Oh my god.
A human being is responding so enthusiastically to a buried living creature that is of little interest to the general public.
“…If you’re talking about T-Rex, then yes…”
She stammered out those words.
Dowood Campbell.
The biological son of Professor Astrid, with whom Boris was originally close.
This man had an open grapple with Professor Mobius not long ago, and as a result, she was the target of a request from Professor Mobius to ‘trample’ this man as much as possible.
Before going against the ‘masterpiece’ that Professor Boris had prepared to collect data on Magi, we had just met for a brief briefing.
But, the briefing about the experiment had already gone somewhere late in the evening. As soon as he entered her lab, his eyes were sparkling and he was looking around.
“I really liked the T-Rex. This level of reproduction in miniature is really crazy. “How much research did you do?”
“Yeah, really? Do you see how amazing it is?”
“Yes. “The arm details are better than the others-“
But.
This man.
“…”
I like dinosaurs more than I thought.
I like it very much.
Boris is reciting each and every detail of the miniature that she put so much care into.
‘Dae, the conversation is going…!’
He is a human being whose favorability in the world inevitably increases.
It felt like finally meeting a partner who understood her ‘karma’ that no one had understood before.
I feel like tears are coming out.
“…”
The problem is.
She needs to step on a man like this with her own hands.
Perhaps the following ‘experiment’ pitted what she thought was the worst invention against this man.
“But.”
Continuing that thought.
Suddenly, Daoud suddenly came in front of her.
“Why are you looking so dark just now?”
“Huh? Uh?!”
Boris was startled and pushed her body back as hard as he could.
For a person who has never had a friend, let alone the opposite s*x, such close contact is
Blood rushes to my face. His head feels like it’s boiling.
“Oh, no! Well, it’s just that I have a dark expression-!”
“I understand what you heard.”
At her reaction, Daoud calmly took a step back and continued speaking.
“It looks like you heard some things from that guy named Mobius.”
“…”
“Professor Astrid told me. “You are the one who would never want to cooperate with that.”
“…”
Boris’ lips twitched.
This is the correct theory.
But, how could she rebel against Morbius? She already knows painfully what happens if she does that.
In that respect.
So, now.
Isn’t he doing something to drive this man into a limb he created?
Her eyes were shaking at that thought.
Suddenly.
“Hey, it’s okay. “No matter what you have prepared, I will handle it all.”
Those words were said in a light voice.
“…Huh…?”
Anyway, where does the basis for this confidence come from?
She thought like that as she looked at Dowd Campbell.
“Instead, please promise me just one thing.”
“Hey, promise?”
“If I succeed in your experiment, please spend a day with me.”
“…”
Boris gaped at her.
“…Why…?”
“I’m flirting with you.”
“…”
Boris gaped at her even more violently.
No.
What on earth are you talking about?
“…Why, no, what does that mean…?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while. This is the second time I’ve been really angry at someone like this. The first guy who made me angry I tore it up on the spot. “But I was a little frustrated because I couldn’t do it this time.”
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Boris was thinking that as he narrowed his eyes at her.
“So, I calculated the fastest way to achieve my goal.”
“…”
“It would probably take about 5 days.”
“…”
“To do that, I think it would be right to first seduce the professor.”
“…”
“…Was it a bit difficult to understand?”
Boris nodded her head enthusiastically.
It was a truly sincere gesture.
In response, Dowd Campbell stroked his chin with a hmm sound.
It looks like he’s wondering why he can’t understand this.
“So, I’m going to kill that bastard named Professor Mobius within five days.”
“…”
“For that, I need some help from the professor, so I’m going to make you fall in love with me first.”
“…”
Still.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Everything from one to ten needs explanation.
However, Boris was sure of one thing.
‘Ah.’
This man.
In some ways, he is even more crazy than Mobius.
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I wonder how much is him trying to do his thing and how much is just is that a f*cking T-Rex? Nice.
Dowd wants his ‘motherf*cker T-Rex’
No he is sanely insane