Spring Is Here Again-the Season for Cram Schools (5.2K)

"Not only that, that person is terrifyingly strong..."

Satomi Rentaro that memory with a heavy heart, and even now he still feels lingering fear.

He had clearly taken a full-force blow, and his neck was deformed from the impact, but he casually snapped it back into place the next second.

This is clearly beyond the scope of human understanding!

"Is that so..." Mahiro hugged his head and leaned back on the sofa.

Has the story finally begun...?

It wasn't that he was concerned about the plot's development, but rather that he was calculating how much more time he needed.

It will take at least some time for the ring to fully store its energy.

As for other plans, we need to speed things up as well.

After leaving the office, Mahiro went straight to the Kakuta Public University Hospital to meet an old acquaintance.

"Doctor, are you there?"

The calls of Yotsuba Mahiro echoed through the empty corridor in the north of the hospital.

The two little girls behind him were tightly gripping his clothes, refusing to let go.

Needless to say, Xiao Aihara Enju's little face clearly showed her fear, and although Xiao Asaka tried to appear calm as usual, she couldn't help but feel fear in this kind of place.

"Well... Mahiro, I... I think it would be better to go home," Aihara Enju suggested.

"What about Asaka? Does she want to go back too?"

"No... no! I am Mahiro's sword. Even if we go to the underworld together, I will accompany Mahiro!"

Xiao Asaka is still being stubborn.

But her body betrayed her, trembling slightly.

"Well, don't be so nervous. This isn't your first time here. You've met the doctor before; he's a nice person."

Hearing him say that, Aihara Enju stopped talking about wanting to go home.

But mainly it was because Mahiro, as if encouraging them, took their little hands and walked straight into the dark place ahead.

They are currently in the hospital morgue.

A cool, gust of wind kept blowing out from deep within.

But once you actually step inside, you'll find that the morgue here is completely different from what you'd imagine.

Instead of the unpleasant, pungent smell of disinfectant that permeated the corridor, there was a strong minty fragrance.

Moreover, what came into view was not a row of trolleys with corpses parked side by side or stainless steel freezers, but rather various underwear, lunch boxes, and a blackboard covered with writing in German or something else that was scattered everywhere.

It felt just like someone's home.

"Doctor, where are you?"

"Here it is."

Turning around at the sound, I was immediately confronted with a corpse with sunken, blackened eye sockets. The shaved head bore bloody marks from where skin had been removed. It was a male corpse I didn't recognize at all.

"Wow!"

Then, accompanied by that soft, frightening sound, a woman dressed in white emerged from behind the corpse.

"Waaaah! A man-eating monster old woman has appeared!! Mahiro, save me quickly!!!"

Little Aihara Enju was almost brought to tears by this perverse behavior.

Even Asaka was so frightened at that moment that her face turned pale, and she involuntarily clenched his hand tightly.

That woman, though called an old woman by Aihara Enju, was actually a stunning beauty.

She was under thirty, probably around 26 years old, with sickly pale skin and a faint presence, somewhat like a ghost. Her long bangs covered half of her eyes, but couldn't hide her slender charm.

Her name is Sumire Muroto, and she is the head of this forensic medicine classroom Gastrea researcher.

He is also one of the world's top minds.

The only downside is that this woman is a shut-in; if left unattended, she might even starve to death in the basement.

That's how he met this woman when they first met.

"Welcome to Hell, dear Mahiro- chan."

Sumire Muroto exaggeratedly spread her hands, revealing a black pencil skirt under her white coat and her shapely legs in black stockings.

"Dr. Jin, could you please not do such strange things again? I don't mind, but I'm afraid that next time, Xiao Aihara Enju or Xiao Asaka might accidentally kill you in a fit of stress."

As Mahiro spoke, he handed over the takeout gift bag that was on his wrist.

"Such a lukewarm response, my Darling 2."

Sumire Muroto casually took the bag.

More than anything else, she was looking forward Mahiro the takeout that Mahiro would bring, but when she saw that it was just a bento box from a convenience store, she muttered to herself, "Why is it another one of humanity's most failed creations?"

"Putting aside the embarrassing title of 'darling,' why am I number two? Who is number one?" Mahiro and the two little girls casually found a clean spot to sit down.

"Of course it's Charlie, he's my lover now."

Sumire Muroto picked up her chopsticks and pointed at the bald corpse from earlier.

Wasn't there a woman named Susan before?

"It's a great pity, she's gone. Now it's him. The body's fine, it won't utter a word. Only they can understand how I feel."

Sumire Muroto shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice into her mouth and chewed.

"Of course, if Darling Number Two is willing to become a corpse for me to play with, then promoting you to Number One is no problem. I will use embalming methods to preserve your body properly and prevent it from rotting."

"No!!!"

It wasn't Mahiro spoke up in rebuttal, but rather Asaka and Aihara Enju. They rejected Sumire Muroto's suggestion in unison, even standing protectively in front of him, glaring at the doctor.

"Let's not make jokes like that anymore."

Mahiro patted their little heads reassuringly, then said, "I'm here today on important business. How's the research on that thing I asked you to do before coming along?"

"What a heartless man..."

"That's what Sumire Muroto said," she said, but she still put down the lunchbox in her hand and turned around to rummage through the garbage pile behind her.

Even when Yotsuba Mahiro heard this ambiguous statement, he didn't react at all.

After all, this woman just loves making these kinds of nasty jokes.

"Here you go."

After a while, Sumire Muroto got up from the pile of garbage, took out two syringes and handed them to him.

It contained two unidentified yellow and green agents, which looked like fluorescent agents.

"The green one is the gene enhancement drug you need, while the yellow one is a stronger version of the inhibitor. After injection, it can completely stop the rate of erosion from increasing, but the effect will only last for one month."

"Not the antidote?" Mahiro asked, frowning.

"Of course, Gastrea Virus isn't so easy to deal with. Even with your eyes as an aid, it wouldn't be enough. Otherwise, how come we still haven't found a solution?" Sumire Muroto said matter-of-factly.

"However, if you were to remove your eyes and brain so I could study them properly, perhaps there would be a solution."

"I think you just want to study these things, don't you?"

"Tch, have they found out?"

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Chapter 70 Spring, the season for teacher training has arrived again (5.2K)

The woman in front of him was arguably the woman in the world who knew the most of his secrets.

After all, he was the one who took the initiative to approach us, with the aim of solving the Gastrea virus problem.

Use his eyes to help analyze.

It must be said that the ability to read intelligence data is truly versatile; no matter what kind of substance it is, as long as it is within his knowledge range, he can analyze it.

Nothing, whether observable or unobservable by humans, can escape his eyes.

With his help, Sumire Muroto's research on Gastrea Virus did indeed make groundbreaking progress.

The woman even speculated that since his eyes could analyze and trace information about anything, could they also cover things up?

If overwriting is possible, does that mean resurrection is possible?

So much so that after he gave an affirmative answer, the woman picked up a scalpel and slit her own throat on the spot.

They said they wanted to experience that feeling.

All I can say is, she's a crazy woman.

Putting aside the less-than-pleasant memories in her mind, Mahiro put the enhanced inhibitor aside, picked up the gene enhancer, and asked:

"What about this one?"

"Oh~ Speaking of this, it's my proudest masterpiece. Based on your conjecture and analysis, Darling Two, I amplified the DNA-rewriting characteristics of the Gastrea Virus while retaining its enhancement properties, thus suppressing the danger to the lowest possible level."

"Minimum? Isn't it supposed to be complete elimination?"

Hearing his question, Sumire Muroto smiled and said, "Young man, everything in the world has two sides, just like the Chinese Daoist saying, 'Isolated yin cannot produce, and solitary yang cannot grow.' The kind of perfect enhancement potion you crave does not exist."

Yotsuba Mahiro understood this principle, of course; he simply harbored a small expectation.

"Then what direction should we strengthen?"

"It enhances physical strength and grants Regrowth abilities comparable to those of Gastrea."

"Can lost internal organs be restored?"

"That's true in theory, but if it's completely lost, I'm afraid it can't be recovered."

What about the success rate?

96.32%

"..."

Having received the answer she wanted, Yotsuba Mahiro fell silent for a moment.

"The success rate is too low, and the Regrowth capacity didn't meet my expectations."

After all, he didn't intend to use this thing in this world; he wanted to take it back to the Irregular at Magical World.

Besides being intended for the girls, it was also a gift for his adoptive mother.

Therefore, absolutely no mistakes can be made.

"Dr. Jin, could you please further improve the success rate and recovery ability?"

Mahiro pushed the syringe back in front of Sumire Muroto.

"Young man, are you being too focused on the success rate? Or... are you underestimating your abilities?"

Sumire Muroto suddenly spoke, her eyes peeking out from beneath her wavy hair, a look that was both languid and serious.

She picked up the syringe and tapped the table lightly with its metal casing.

"Tracing intelligence networks and overwriting them... that's just your way of putting it, but in reality, it's a godlike power. Do you understand?"

"No matter what dangers you encounter, no matter how fatal the injury, even if your genes are altered, your ability can restore them to their original state, just like the foundation of the world."

"With this power, does the success rate of injections still matter to you?"

Even if the probability is only one percent, one in a thousand, or even one in ten thousand, as long as it's not zero, it's equivalent to one hundred percent for you. Don't you understand?

How could he not understand?