Seeing that the Daimyo had finally taken his words to heart, the mysterious man gave an enigmatic smile.
"That's right. Loyalty."
"The Modified Humans we create will obey their master's every command, even... an order to die."
The mysterious man leaned toward the ear of the Modified Human he had called a "weapon" and said, "Die."
Then the Daimyo's eyes widened as though he had witnessed something unbelievable. He actually saw the Modified Human use both hands to twist his own head a full 180 degrees.
Thud.
The Modified Human fell stiffly to the floor.
The Daimyo: "..."
The Daimyo stared at him. He should have landed face down, but with his head twisted 180 degrees, the back of his head now rested on the floor, his face pointing upward.
Even in death, the Modified Human's expression had not changed in the slightest, as though he was not the one who had died.
No, he had seemed like nothing more than an inanimate object to begin with.
"What exactly is this thing?"
The Daimyo could not help asking aloud.
"This is a Modified Human weapon manufactured by our organization. He has no consciousness of his own and only obeys his master's orders. He is the ideal weapon."
"What do you think? Would you like to purchase a few, Lord Daimyo?"
The mysterious man had persuaded the Daimyo.
If these Modified Humans really only obeyed their master's orders, then they were indeed ideal weapons.
But... Modified Humans?
Were they the kind of Modified Humans he was imagining?
"How strong... is this Modified Human?"
Rather than that, he cared more about how powerful these weapons were. How did they compare to ninja?
"You needn't worry about that at all, Lord Daimyo. I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the Modified Humans' strength."
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