Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

The girl spent all her time in the same room from the moment she got her mind on it.

If people saw that room, it would have looked like a hospital room, a laboratory, or both.

In fact, the room was both a hospital room and a laboratory.

It was a laboratory, handling an experimental animal called a girl, and a hospital room for nursing a sick person called a girl.

Managed as an experimental animal, she is nursed because she is in trouble when she dies.

Such treatment, but for a girl who had never been otherwise, was what was normal and everything.

Days spent just lying in bed every day.

Days experimented and treated.

Fortunately during her misfortune, it would have been the owner of the highest brains in the world who kept her, with proper treatment.

Also that the experimental purpose of its owner was to see if the girl could grow up healthy and without problems, so there was a decent education in place to see how the intelligence was developing, etc.

The room was equipped with a TV and an environment in which communication education could be provided.

The girl lived without a step out of the room and was properly educated for her age.

But that's why in this distorted environment, whether or not the girl's spirit has grown legitimately.

The girl lacked what could be roughly called emotion.

Spend your days feeling nothing, just careless.

Just alive.

And the girl lives only to die one day.

That was no different than being alive and dead.

And it was only a matter of time before the girl died.

The girl's body is not normal.

The girl was artificially processed and produced sperm and eggs.

A chimeric that incorporates and produces genes from other organisms.

That was the identity of the girl, whose body, created against God's management, was flawed as if it were punishment.

The girl's body had acquired the ability to take over the properties of incorporated animals, spiders, and produce poison.

But it is a function that is not inherently human and naturally has no resistance to poison in its body.

The poison was eroding the body of the person producing it.

Besides, that's not the only problem.

The production of poison, which could not have been provided for humans by nature, was depriving a girl of enormous amounts of energy from her body.

That's all I had to know, and my poisoned body needed more energy to resist it.

In addition, the gut is weak with poison and digestive absorption is also weak.

As a result, it required several times as much food as a healthy adult.

Even if you eat all that, the girl's body is thin.

Eat or not, it will not be stored in the girl's body as nourishment, but rather become poison and erode the girl's body.

But still, I can't even live without eating.

The girl was broke at birth.

It's not weird when you die, that was the reality of the girl.

Life I can't move from the top of my bed.

A world completed there alone.

Just being alive, just being there until you die.

An experimental animal that leaves only a small amount of research results in Potimus, the biological parent of a girl.

Life to be lost without being known to exist outside of Potimus.

Its fate was to be covered by Potimus' international nomination arrangements.

For Potimus, getting nomination arrangements was a completely unexpected event.

However, there were concerns that one day that would happen.

Potimus was aware of how his research would be handled by the public.

I was aware of it, but I didn't even think about stopping.

And it was also faintly noticed that the research that had continued without stopping was past the stage where it could be hidden through.

Potimus was aware of his excellence, but he was also aware that it was not absolute.

If it is absolute, then it has accomplished its purpose long ago.

Even if Potimus is better than he is otherwise, there are things he cannot do.

Because I was aware of that, I knew that everything would never go according to plan.

Therefore, even if it was unexpected, I did not feel anxious to have been arranged for a nomination.

Potimus first made himself disappear by gathering all the necessary research materials.

When it's in people's hands, the bad material is left on hand or disposed of, and the material that can be in people's hands is left intact.

Some of them included people treated as experimental animals.

Potimus was building hidden laboratories everywhere, where he repeated outrageous human experiments, but abandoned them institutionally.

Follow the footsteps of Potimus, in anticipation of police agencies stepping in.

And the girl was protected.

A few days after Potimus disappeared.

The girl, who could barely move from the top of the bed, could not naturally eat or drink, and the drip of connected nutrients was exhausted to stray into the abyss of life and death.

If the police had stepped in a little later, there would have been no girl's life.

Luckily, however, the girl's life was connected and urgently transported to the hospital.

So he is treated again, infused with nutrition, and succeeds in bringing it back together somehow.

"Did you wake up?

When the girl opened her eyes, there was a figure of one woman there.

Other than Potimus, the appearance of someone else I've only seen over the screen.

And since Potimus had never tried to communicate properly with the girl, it was a situation where she was mostly asked for dialogue for the first time in her life.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Sariel. What's your name?

"Ah... can you?

"Ariel? That's an odd encounter. It's the same name as me."

The girl just shrugged the name of the woman she was told.

But the word that came out of his weak mouth deviated from its original pronunciation and was perceived in a different way by those it heard.

Everything is a product of coincidence.

But the girl, who had no name more than her ex, was to be able to give her a name then.

The girl who just lived and one of these days was destined to die, that's how she met the goddess.