Sorry, I Don't Want to Kill Anyone!

"You are Ikoma?"

Inside the dimly lit cell, as footsteps approached, a man in black came to the outside of the cell and asked the gray-green-haired boy inside.

Ikoma and Mumei exchanged a glance, nodded, and replied, "It's me."

"Come out."

"Excuse me, where are you going?"

The man in black glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "The Base Director's Office, Senior Director Addison wants to see you."

"Okay then."

Although Ikoma was surprised, he nodded and walked out, patting the Mumei on the shoulder as he went to reassure him.

Only Biba Amatori frowned, seemingly lost in thought.

"Ikoma." Mumei watched Ikoma's departing figure, his lips pressed tightly together. He felt a pang of hatred for his own powerlessness and weakness, thinking to himself, "My brother is sometimes right. If I were strong enough now, I could lead them away from here."

Ikoma followed the man in black through the long, dark corridor. As they stepped out of the prison gates, a blinding ray of sunlight shone down from the sky, forcing him to squint for a moment to adjust.

Along the way, he saw groups of the Army soldiers and men in black who would occasionally flash by, leaving afterimages.

But what catches the eye most are rows of exquisite wooden buildings and unfamiliar flags hanging on the rooftops. They are white with five black spheres drawn in the middle, connected by a horizontal and a vertical line.

What would that represent?

With this question in mind, Ikoma was taken to the tallest building in the center, where he met with Senior Director Addison in his office on the top floor.

Please sit down.

Sitting behind his desk, Addison gave him a friendly smile and asked, "Would you like something to drink? How about coffee? Oh wait, I think you'd prefer tea, right?"

"This"

Just as Ikoma was about to nervously say no, the former had already turned to the secretary outside and instructed, "Bring him a cup of matcha."

"OK."

This Ikoma speechless for a moment. He realized that this person was a bit too domineering, but his attention immediately turned to the yellow item on the desk.

"This is."

"Hehe, that's right. That's why I called you here. Can you tell me about it? My men told me this thing is quite powerful; it can actually pierce the chests of three Kabane stacked together at the same time."

Senior Director Addison chuckled, while inwardly thinking, "This power is comparable to anti-materiel firearms. How can Steam Gun be this outrageous?"

Ikoma hesitated for a moment, then said, "This is a 'Piercing Gun' that I developed with my friend Takumi because ordinary Steam Gun couldn't damage the Heart Membrane in Kabane." It has greater penetrating power and impact.

"'Piercing Gun'?"

"Yes, it's actually an improvement on the bullets of Steam Gun. We discovered that the Shockwave from a gunpowder explosion hitting a metal plate would cause a metal jet phenomenon. Based on this, I invented a special bullet that can produce a metal jet, which I call the 'Jet Bullet'."

Ikoma spoke, he became increasingly excited, as if introducing his masterpiece to someone, and his voice gradually rose in pitch.

"Since we were just maintenance workers at the station and couldn't get our hands on real Steam Gun, I modified the riveting machine's firing mechanism to fire 'Jet Bullet,' which I called 'Piercing Gun'!"

After hearing this, Senior Director Addison's gaze towards Ikoma changed; he no longer regarded him as an ordinary Kabaneri test subject.

"It seems you have considerable talent in weapons development, especially in bullet modification. Congratulations, you have proven your worth. Now, please read this document."

He took a thin document from the drawer and placed it in front of Ikoma, who picked it up and began to read it with a puzzled look.

As he watched, the 'protagonist of the world' grew increasingly shocked, his pupils contracting violently.

"Another World. World Government"

To be honest, there wasn't much content, but even so, he read it several times. Senior Director Addison didn't rush him and quietly waited for him to finish digesting it.

A moment later.

"Excuse me, I've finished reading it." Ikoma put the document down, but his voice was still trembling.

Addison looked at him in surprise, "You calmed down so quickly? You really are a promising research talent. It's just that your Kabaneri body is a bit of a problem."

After all, the Academy of Sciences wouldn't accept a researcher who might be sucking people's blood at any time, would they?

Ikoma gave a bitter smile, "I'm also trying to transform myself into a human, and so is Mumei."

"You want to become a normal person again?"

"Is it because your body Superman that it's not good?" Addison joked.

"No, I just want to become human again with Mumei, no matter what!" Ikoma said firmly, raising his head.

"It's not impossible, the key is whether you have that value."

This meaningful question greatly surprised Ikoma, who immediately asked, "Do you have a way to turn me back into a normal person?"

"Yes, you come from another world. Perhaps you really do have some special methods!"

Senior Director Addison spread his palms and smiled, "You've misunderstood. Our world might have a way too, but the possibility I just mentioned is a product of your world, only now it belongs to us."

"What!" Ikoma in surprise.

"Do you remember Souei who came with you? His invention, 'White Blood Plasma,' is a serum that is effective in clearing the Kabane Virus."

"It's said that for ordinary Kabaneri like you, one dose has a 50-60% chance of turning you back into a normal person, but there are only two vials of this stuff."

Upon hearing this, Ikoma suddenly stood up, looking at Addison with delight, and said, "Isn't this perfect for me and Mumei? Please, please make sure we turn back into normal people!"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the latter with utmost sincerity. However, Senior Director Addison remained unmoved, looking at him calmly.

"Why should I?"

"Ah?"

"Can you tell me why we should use this precious serum, which we only have two vials of, on you?"

"This."

Ikoma was speechless, and his anxiety grew. He quickly asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"That's right."

Senior Director Addison nodded in satisfaction. "Don't think about asking for something without giving anything in return; instead, think about what you can use to get something in return."

Please advise me!

"You certainly don't have anything to exchange for 'White Blood Plasma' right now, but you can work for us. For example, you can manufacture the 'Jet Bullet' you mentioned, and modify them so they can also be used in regular gunpowder firearms. You can even try to make larger 'Jet Armor-Piercing Shell'!"

Senior Director Addison offered Ikoma some wildly imaginative research directions, leaving the latter completely bewildered.

"As long as you demonstrate sufficient value in this area, you will have the opportunity to apply to us for 'White Blood Plasma' injections. Perhaps the Biochemical Research Institute will be able to mass-produce 'White Blood Plasma' by then."

"So, what do you say, do you want to accept it?"

But Ikoma hesitated and asked, "So, are the 'Jet Bullet' I developed and the 'jet cannonballs' you just mentioned meant for dealing with the Kabane, or are they also used to kill people?"

"Is there a difference?" Senior Director Addison looked at him, puzzled.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't want to kill anyone, and I don't want the things I created to kill anyone either." Ikoma said through gritted teeth, his head bowed, his fists clenched, his trousers gripped tightly.

However, these words caused the former to turn cold.

"Oh, really?"

"Then go back to your cell and think it over. Come back when you've come to a decision!"

Double monthly ticket event has begun!! Dear handsome readers, monthly tickets, monthly tickets, monthly tickets! This humble author still wants to be on the VIP new work monthly ticket ranking in the light novel category. Previously, with the help of the great Longinus and Kikyo, I experienced what it felt like to be second place, but now I've fallen off the list. However, this book is only 11 monthly tickets away from tenth place, so please push me up! Let me stay on the list for the last three days of this month, waaaaaah~~~