The air in the laboratory seemed to freeze.
Apart from Star-Burst Grandpa, who had barged into the fray, everyone was on edge, staring fixedly at the writhing lump of flesh in the center.
They had to settle this quickly. Otherwise, things would get troublesome once A from Heavy Machinery and Hundred-Ton King arrived.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as though someone had started playing battle music.
No, it wasn't "as though."
With a feverish look in his eyes, Laughing Band worked his right hand furiously, nearly making his violin smoke.
Listening to the stirring, rapid violin music, White Night Queen looked at her colleague in displeasure. "Do you really have to go nuts right now?"
A playful smile curled across Laughing Band's lips as he murmured, "I love this calm before the storm. It reminds me of my days working in a bar. I put everything I had into my performances, but those fools only cared about drinking, bragging, and picking up women. They completely ignored me."
"I just wanted an audience of my own, so I put anesthetic in the drinks and knocked everyone out. Before they woke up, I cut off their limbs."
"You know what? Everyone in the bar listened to me play that day. It felt absolutely wonderful."
"Enough!"
White Night Queen interrupted him. "Laughing, nobody wants to hear your origin story."
Laughing Band bowed slightly, wearing an ambiguous smile. "As you command, my Queen."
Star-Burst Grandpa looked disappointed. "That's it? I love stories about torturing people. Can't you finish?"
What a bunch of fucking freaks.
Flesh Opinion Desire silently weighed his options. Two from the Arts Academy, two from Militech, one from Biotechnology, and one Black-Rank Monster. If I can get them fighting each other, maybe I can reap the benefits.
But Opinion Desire wasn't