The Beginning of the Third Stage Experiment

Homero Zolgen's Past Diary:

May 30, 1794. Heavy rain.

Though I didn't know how to put it into words, I was almost at my limit.

The seventh. This was already the seventh.

This was the seventh homunculus to die since I joined the experiment!

I had watched as she turned from a living person into that thing right before my eyes.

Yet Serim, the head, seemed to feel nothing at all. I knew he had been through a lot, but still, I was almost at my limit!

Ruslan's attitude seemed firm—he was determined to stay in this laboratory—but Tver was starting to reach his limit too.

No. I had to find an opportunity to get out of here.

I truly couldn't bear watching the homunculus girls I had just been talking to die by my own hands!

"I'm sorry, Family Head, but I can't take it anymore." Homero's body trembled slightly. "I know they're homunculi, but..."

"In any case, I... I want to withdraw from this experiment."

Serim looked at Homero's clenched fists and bloodshot eyes and fell silent for a moment.

"...Have you thought this through?" In the end, Serim spoke, sounding somewhat weary.

"Yes." Homero nodded forcefully.

Seven identical faces flashed through his mind, and he could barely control his emotions.

"I really don't want to do this anymore!"

He felt that if he remained in this laboratory, he might go mad.

"Write a report on what you were responsible for and give it to Ruslan. Then... go wherever you want."

Serim waved his hand and turned away.

Homero froze for a moment before bowing deeply. "Thank you, Family Head."

Then he quickly turned and left.

Homero left, and the work he had been responsible for was divided between Serim's other two assistants.

Other than becoming busier, nothing