Your consciousness was a blur, yet within that haze, you could still sense it. Mobius was conducting an experiment on your body—an experiment involving transformation, involving evolution. To her, this must have been a wonderful experience.
During the brief moments when you regained clarity, you saw a smile on Mobius's face. It was the purest, most genuine smile, untainted by anything else. Even as the wound on her abdomen repeatedly split open and crimson blood soaked through the hem of her clothes, she never stopped this beautiful... evolution...
Gravely wounded and on the verge of death, you accepted her modifications. When your consciousness returned, she asked, "How do you feel?"
"I feel fine... Mobius."
Those were the first words you spoke after successfully merging the genes of the evil god "Frost Susano-o" and the evil god "Chitori-no-Ame."
Yes, her experiment had succeeded. You had successfully raised the success rate of her surgeries to 100%. That was certainly something worth celebrating... wasn't it?
Beside the operating table, she told you a story. It was the story of a girl who had lived alongside death since the day she was born. On the day of her birth, she had called out her own name: "Mobius... is... that my name?" This had terrified everyone... When she was nine, her mother passed away. That same year, her father was corrupted by the Black Sun, and under the effects of medication, the once-gentle doctor gradually became violent and irritable.
She witnessed her father's transformation. It was an incomparably ugly process... So one day, Mobius stood before her father's sickbed.
In a dimly lit room.
She straightened her long pale-green hair, lifted her head, and revealed a rather mocking expression.
"You look truly ugly."
"I... will absolutely never become a human like you."
Slap—
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