Became a Human Rights Advocate

86 – Extraversion. Los Zetas.

＜6＞

The principal looked over the report handed to him by the researcher with a satisfied smile.

“The first phase is now safely over. Not bad. What is the exact scrap rate?”

“Less than 5%. Now, I think it’s a good time to enter the second phase.”

First Phase.

Developing children’s abilities to the ‘maximum limit’ that the body can endure.

The overload of the body that occurs during this process is solved with various drugs and emergency measures.

A series of horrific scenes that Dimas witnessed were also part of this First Phase.

The images of children whose bodies could not hold on and collapsed in the process of forcibly developing their abilities.

“The second phase… Certainly the time is near.”

Thanks to years of trial and error, the discard rate of the specimens can now be controlled within the expected range.

As it is, it is possible to stably adjust the number of test subjects that can be used in the second phase.

Summer vacation is about to begin.

A time when superficial classes, which had slowed down the progress of research, were no longer needed.

“How are the ‘seeds’ stored?”

“As before, it is completely sealed.”

“I think I can use it soon. Complete liberation is yet to come, but… , But you have to prepare slowly.”

“Then I will cultivate some of the seeds and use them.”

“First of all, let’s collect data that way. For the final third phase, you need to be careful.”

The principal said that and closed the report.

With my eyes slightly closed, I mutter in a reverent voice and make the sign of the cross between my forehead and heart with my left hand.

“To reach the Great Being.”

“To reach the Great Being.”

Similarly, a researcher who crosses out the principal’s office.

After the sound of walking down the hall had completely disappeared, the small door behind the principal’s office opened.

“… Is it Kabbalah?”

“Yes. Is Ross not interested in religion?”

Ross nodded his head, expressionless.

“Oh, that’s too bad. If you have time, you can also read the scriptures-.”

“Tell me the reason you just told me the story.”

A story that contains the inner circumstances of this school, where you are not allowed to go outside.

There must be a reason why you bothered to tell such a story to yourself.

“Isn’t that roughly what you expected?”

A wrinkled hand goes into the desk drawer.

Ross’ muscles all over his body contract instantly, preparing to spring out like a spring at once.

The unconscious sense of situation cultivated in his long life on the battlefield tells Ross that the old man could snap his neck before he can draw his firearm.

But Ross took no action. He

Because he knows that if he was going to get rid of himself, he has no reason to be here.

And as expected, what the principal took out of the drawer was not a firearm, but a bright yellow briefcase.

“Come on, Ross. Please open it.”

Ross immediately tore open the flap of the envelope as the principal said.

The documents that came out of it were none other than a new contract.

“It’s a promotion. From tomorrow, go to work in the research building.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, don’t you worry?”

“I don’t have the right to refuse.”

At Ross’s nonchalant answer, the principal covered his mouth and let out a small laugh.

“This is why I like Mr. Ross. Really, I wish everyone was half aware of Mr. Ross.”

“Do you have any further instructions?”

As the principal shook his head from side to side, Ross gave a light bow and quickly left the principal’s office.

As soon as the air conditioner blows away, a drop of sweat runs down Ross’ forehead.

It is hard to believe that it is early summer.

I heard that the island is crossing the equator, so maybe it’s the aftermath.

That day, when I finished burning my cigar and went back to my room, Dimas had already disappeared.

Seeing that the picture in the drawer is also gone, it seems that he has made up his mind.

However, despite the passage of nearly two months, there is no change in the school.

Maybe Dimas has already been eliminated.

Well, Ross knows very well that it’s none of his business.

Dimas has made a choice, and the consequences of that choice he has to bear himself.

As I walked with that thought in mind, Ross was already right in front of the classroom.

But for some reason, the voices of the children cannot be heard in the classroom.

A strange feeling of uneasiness passes through Ross’s mind.

Maybe the contract was a gimmick.

While Ross is relieved, a ploy to eliminate it at once without damage.

Then where did the children go?

He felt that he had to run away right away, but there is a possibility that this was also a test for Ross.

If you don’t calmly open the door now, you might get suspicious.

Unless he knows the truth and escapes like Dimas did, Ross has no choice.

Without letting his whole body relax, Ross opened the classroom door and-

-Ppabang! Bread!

At the sound of gunpowder exploding, Ross immediately twisted his body and took cover behind the wall.

But there is no chase. Instead, what Ross heard was-

“Puhahahahaha!”

“Miss Ross! Coward!”

The sound of children giggling.

Ross looked around the classroom with a puzzled look on his face like never before.

Colorful papers are hung everywhere in the class, and gunpowder smoke rises from the hands of the children standing next to the door.

“What is that?”

“Firecrackers, sir!”

Lea replied with a bright smile.

“… Firecracker?”

“Why, sir. When I asked the other day, he said he didn’t know when his birthday was.”

Yan scratches the back of her head with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Sure, I remember having such a conversation with the children who came to my room a few days ago.

“So a birthday party, a birthday party.”

Paulo stepped forward with an annoyed expression on his face.

In her hand is an incomprehensible objet, made with snacks she has been eating.

“I wanted to bring something more proper for the cake.”

Lea said in an awkward voice.

“… Is that a cake?”

“The teacher was wrong. Because they are persistently blocking me from going outside.”

“Don’t say that, Sister Yan. That’s the teacher’s job, so there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Yan expresses his dissatisfaction bluntly, and Paulo speaks maturely.

“Come on, blow!”

“French teacher!”

“Come on!”

An object, no, a lit thatch on top of a cake.

The children who add a word are looking at Ross with sparkling eyes.

Ross blankly meets the children’s eyes.

Roth’s first gaze in this world.

The first birthday celebrated in this world.

Ross looked at the candle’s flame with unfocused eyes, then blew lightly and weakly.

As the candles go out, the clattering voices of children fill the room.

“Happy Birthday! Miss Ross!”

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“Oh… ? It’s Miss Ross.”

A timid voice sounded like he was going to collapse at any moment.

The face of the child lying on the bed is somehow familiar.

Apparently, on the day of Ross’s birthday party, she is the girl who set off the firecrackers by the entrance.

But her face on that day, when she was full of life, is nowhere to be found.

Her pale face was covered with blue spots, and the pupil in one of her eyes had lost its color.

However, there is a glimmer of hope in the other glance at Ross.

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“Are you here to help… ?”

“……”

“Teacher… ?”

Ross didn’t answer, avoiding her child’s gaze.

After a while, the focus slowly disappears from the girl’s eyes, which had been dimly lit.

“Subject B-21 died. The rate of change… Is it 31%?”

A researcher who was guarding the bed sighed heavily.

“It’s time to get one, but it’s still like this.”

“That’s right. The second phase isn’t easy either. Oh, Mr. Ross. It’s done. I will ask you as always.”

Ross moved according to the researcher’s instructions.

She carries the body on a stretcher and exits the hospital room.

The destination is the first floor above the ground.

It is the top of the research building built deep underground.

Ross opened the door to the creaking incinerator.

Into the incinerator filled with white bone dust and soot, another corpse was put in as usual.

The face of a girl whose blood has completely disappeared.

I think I heard the name once, but now I can’t remember it at all.

No, it’s not a face I’ll ever see again.

You don’t have to remember.

After closing the incinerator door again, Ross pressed his activation button and immediately turned around and headed for the elevator to the basement.

B6 floor.

The place where the children who will be ‘used’ for the next experiment live.

Pass through several security devices and enter the living quarters.

As the last door opened, dozens of anxious gazes simultaneously turned to Ross.

However, as soon as they see Ross’s face, dark emotions disappear from the children’s eyes.

“Teacher!”

“Miss Ross!”

In an instant, children flock to Ross’s neighborhood.

“How is it outside, sir?”

“It’s getting better little by little.”

“When can I leave?”

“The next vaccine should be made.”

That was the setting.

No matter how childish it is, it is not easy to forcibly control them if they have powers.

If you remove the rebellious children one by one, you will run out of objects to use in the experiment.

Therefore, the upper management created an appropriate scenario to deceive the children.

A mysterious plague is circulating in Academia.

The children were evacuated inside the facility to avoid the epidemic.

Vaccines are being made outside, albeit in small quantities, and children are being sent up in order as soon as vaccines are made.

It sounds absurd when you think about it closely, but for some reason, most of the children seriously believed in all of these settings.

The children’s questions are pouring in.

Ross repeats the same answer as always, as it was pre-determined.

Then, one by one, the children start to go home safely.

“Miss Ross.”

When Ross’s surroundings finally became quiet, a tanned kid walked up to him.

Paulo is the only child in this group who doubts the ‘setting’.

“How is Miho?”

“… Miho?”

“You know. The kid who went to get the vaccine about three days ago.”

Miho.

Ross remembered the name of the corpse he had just put in the incinerator.

“All is well.”

“How are you all right? Where are you now?”

“That is…”

Ross stopped his speech, and Paulo continued with his eyes narrowed.

“As expected, vaccines are lies—.”

Before the word “Words” Continued, someone tapped Paulo on the head with a fist.

This is Yan, a girl with short hair who played the role of the children’s leader.

“Hey man, Paulo! The teacher is in trouble!”

“… It hurts, sister Yan.”

“When you have time for that weird nonsense, clean your room properly! Don’t leave it up to Leah every day.”

“… Because it’s not bullsh*t.”

“Will you hit me again?”

Jan raised her fist and Paulo returned to her original position with her disgruntled face on.

“Sorry, sir. Maybe Paulo has been watching too many cartoons, and he’s been saying weird things lately.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“Are you really okay?”

Yan looked up at Ross with her concerned eyes.

“These days, my face is completely dead. Aren’t you overdoing it outside?”

“I…”

Ross was about to say something, but then fell back.

“If it’s too hard, you can take a break, sir. You don’t have to work too hard for us.”

“… Don’t go.”

“Already?”

“Come back soon.”

Ross stood up.

He is escorted off by the children and goes through several security devices again.

Deceiving children is one of Ross’ missions.

This is Ross, who formed a mercenary group in South America.

He cheats on children who are still growing up. It’s too easy for him.

But these days, this time is too much for him.

Ross couldn’t figure out why.