Monster

Apostle

Chairman Demville asked nervously, "Is it dead?"

A researcher monitoring the cultivation chamber reported, "Sir, Doctor, Subject No. 1 has no vital signs."

Many people let out a simultaneous sigh of relief. Nobody wanted to release such a ghastly thing. It was terrifying just to look at, and if it got out of control, who knew what might happen?

The authority of God sounded impressive and grand.

But put another way, it was a forbidden zone for humanity. Not only was it forbidden to look upon, even thinking about it was taboo.

"You see, Mr. Chairman? There's nothing science can't kill. If once isn't enough, then do it twice!"

Dr. Moller spread his hands and shrugged smugly.

Science existed to make killing more efficient. Industry was killing the planet, agriculture was killing plants and animals, medicine was killing viruses and bacteria—and even humanity itself. Literature and philosophy, meanwhile, were there to kill more brain cells...

"..."

Demville was at a loss for words. Where had the wise, rational Dr. Moller of old gone? All he saw now was a scientist who had descended into madness.

The chairman had no idea whether investing in this research institute had been a good idea or a bad one. He had no clue what incredible things they might discover in the future—or whether they would usher in a new era or bring the future to an end.

"Wait! Doctor, th-this is bad!"

The researcher who had just delivered his report suddenly shouted, staring in horror at the monitor in front of him.

The various data displays monitoring Subject No. 1's vital signs in real time began changing wildly. More precisely, the readings started at zero and skyrocketed exponentially.

The motionless monster in the medium suddenly began moving, slamming into the glass tube of