The Great Memory Restoration Technique / Picking Up the Soap
Ren ignored the transparent threads wrapped around his body.
In a mere instant, the metal wires that were enough to hold a tank in place snapped all at once, and Schwanita's beautiful body was launched high into the air before she could even reach Ren.
Bang!
A dull thud resounded.
The immense force caused Schwanita to grunt, and before she could react, she was blasted away, crashing heavily into a wall and unable to get up again.
She endured excruciating pain and tried to get up, but her bones were broken, making it impossible for her to continue fighting.
Ren didn't use his full strength; otherwise, the opponent wouldn't have been rendered incapacitated, but would have been reduced to a pile of particles.
Then he approached the terrified puppeteer.
"I'll ask, you answer, okay?"
"..."
Chapter 279 Great Memory Restoration Technique
Even his strongest puppet bodyguard was instantly defeated, and the intense sense of unreality terrified him.
Faced with the smiling but demon-like Ren in his eyes, the puppeteer nodded frantically.
However, he was met with a merciless elbow strike to the face.
Bang!
A slightly dull thud sounded, and the puppeteer fell to the ground, bruising and swelling immediately appearing on half of his face.
"I already nodded, why did you still hit me?"
"I asked if it's okay or not, and you gave an irrelevant answer. Shouldn't I be punished?"
Upon hearing this, the puppeteer's eyes widened.
Who on earth is this person?!
"I'll ask, you answer, okay?"
"Okok!"
This time, the puppeteer learned his lesson and immediately answered as Ren had said, though he spoke with a slight lisp because he had knocked out a few teeth.
"Very good, tell me how to transfer control of the artificial life form."
"What?"
"It seems you've lost your memory, but I happen to know a method that can awaken it."
Ren grabbed the puppeteer's arm and snapped it off without batting an eye.
Before he could catch his breath, Ren delivered another hook punch to his abdomen, causing him to collapse to the ground. A small magic prop rolled out of his broken arm.
He then grabbed the puppeteer by the collar and lifted his upper body. "Well? Have you remembered anything?"
The puppeteer did not answer, but stared at Ren with eyes full of anger and hatred, as if he wanted to devour him alive.
Bang!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ren threw another straight punch at the puppeteer's swollen and bruised face.
Then he was lifted up again and asked, "Now? Do you remember?"
The puppeteer gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
Bang!
Another punch landed on his face.
"If you have amnesia, then remember it quickly."
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Do you remember now?"
"I... I'm so impressed."
After countless punches, the puppeteer finally decided to cooperate with Ren's questioning.
The murderous intent and hatred in his heart vanished, leaving only fear and panic.
Meanwhile, Nangong Nayue, who was secretly tracking Ren using spatial teleportation magic, was dumbfounded.
This isn't some kind of memory awakening; it's clearly torture to extract a confession!
Ren had long since sensed that Nangong Nayue had been following him from a distance, but since she was one of his own, he didn't pay any attention to it.
And under his Great Memory Restoration Technique, the puppeteer finally regained all his memories, at the cost of losing an arm and having his entire face swollen like a pig's head, looking utterly gruesome.
Following his instructions, Ren successfully brought two artificial lifeforms under his command, Schwanita and Astarte, who was undergoing adjustments.
"Are you sure there's no backdoor or anything like that?"
I asked Ren asked.
No, no.
He did want to, but what he was creating was an artificial life form, not a robot, so he couldn't leave any backdoors in the source code like the latter.
After all, what he has always been pursuing is an artificial life form that surpasses humanity.
To him, robots were nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.
"Even if it's a backdoor, it doesn't matter, but it'll save me the trouble later."
After Ren finished speaking, he gently lifted the still-sleeping blue-haired girl Astarte, out of the incubation tank.
A familiar beast resides within the girl's body.
Like the original work, it should have been implanted in the body long before it was created.
It must be said, this puppeteer is indeed a genius.
Unfortunately, they went in the wrong direction.
Thinking of this, Ren took out the Desert Eagle from his storage space and aimed it at the puppeteer's terrified face.
"Why... why?!"
If he is an official, he should be arrested and given medical treatment according to procedure, and then his crimes should be listed through legal proceedings and other means.
According to the existing laws of Itogami Island, the most severe sentence is life imprisonment.
As for the death penalty, it should have been abolished long ago.
"Huh? Did I say before that I wouldn't kill you?"
And those words became the last words the puppeteer heard while he was alive.
The Desert Eagle blasted half of his head off, and the red and white creature bypassed Ren, leaving marks on the walls and floor.
The moment he fired, ripples appeared in the space around Ren.
A petite figure wearing a green, ruffled Gothic Lolita dress appeared in this space.
She opened her mouth, gazing at the dead puppeteer.
She originally intended to stop Ren from killing someone and was planning to take him back for questioning.
But Ren's attack had no warning signal, giving her no chance to react.
"Puppeteer Sakkari-Doshima-Andrete, a Japanese resident of Ispania, a high-level mage, an international magical criminal with a danger level of A+, a professor of medical magic at the Seville University, privately cultivates artificial life forms for sale at high prices, and has killed more than two hundred humans and demons in the course of illegal experiments, with the number of artificial life forms killed exceeding two thousand."
"Oh, then this kind of scum doesn't deserve to die."
"If we can send them to prison, we should be able to extract a lot of information from them. It would be a real shame for the city government."
"What's the pity? Itogami Island will only regret not being able to extract his skills and use them for their own purposes, right? If he's captured, he'll just live a peaceful life, but the dead will have no way to seek justice."
Ren shrugged, not feeling any regret at all.
"Alright, I'll write in the report that he died accidentally during a fierce resistance."
Nangong Nayue sighed, feeling that what Ren said made a lot of sense.
They're dead, so be it. Aside from politicians and businessmen whose minds are filled with self-interest, no one will feel sorry for them.
"As expected, it's Nagatsuki who understands me best."
Ren smiled.
"Don't add smaller characters before my name without permission."
Nangong Nayue rolled her eyes at him, annoyed. This guy always seemed to find a way to tease her.
He then spoke seriously.
"These two artificial life forms will likely be sent to relevant medical institutions for examination."
"Sure, but only for medical examinations, and you must be present. It will be returned afterward."
"Good."
Nangong Nayue agreed.
After all, these two artificial lifeforms weren't particularly valuable, and now that even Number Twelve is in Ren's hands, the government is just turning a blind eye, let alone the dolls that have been created.
"That's fine then, Natsuki."
Ren chuckled softly as he spoke.
At the same time, the blue-haired girl in his arms slowly woke up.
Her eyes were as bright as emeralds, but her emotionless face somewhat marred her beauty.
The artificial life form girl looked at Ren with a puzzled expression.
Then, in her line of sight, this face, which appeared excessively handsome and divine even to a doll, smiled and said to her, "From now on, I am your master."
Chapter 280 Picking up the soap
Then, Ren looked in another direction.
A white-haired maid doll, her pure white dress stained with dust, lies amidst the ruins.
"Can you still stand up?"
Upon hearing this, Schwanita paused for a moment before responding to Ren's question.
As the puppeteer's greatest masterpiece to date, she has developed initial emotions, but these emotions are very weak and can even be ignored.
Even so, Schwanita's attitude towards her new master Ren, remains somewhat complicated.
After a brief silence, she answered, enduring the excruciating pain, "Definitely."
After she finished speaking, she struggled to stand up again, one hand bracing herself on the rubble, while the other hand was weak and limply hanging in mid-air, clearly broken.
As for who did it, don't ask.
Ren noticed the doll's condition and then took out a bottle labeled "hand sanitizer" and threw it over.
"Just pour it out and wash it."
He spoke of it so casually, as if he were merely pretending to be serious.
Nangong Nayue frowned slightly.
What kind of operation is this?
Although she had no right to interfere, what was with giving someone hand sanitizer when she knew they were injured?
Schwanita was somewhat puzzled by her new master Ren's words.