Traveler, High School Student, Homeless

That's right, that's right, that's it, I won't die here, I won't—

At some point, a tall skeleton swordsman stood calmly in front of him, not saying a word or moving, only the blue fire in his eyes was slowly burning.This huge swordsman seems to have been waiting here for a long time, and it seems that it has actually been following this man all the way, but it just didn't make a move and didn't show up.

"Ah... ah ah..."

Fear made Marlton's voice a little out of tune.

[Giving the great pain before death, but still not getting half of the awakening]

【It is indeed an incurable fool, such a head will only shame our sword blade】

Softly, like a sigh.

What, what is this guy talking about.

Does it mean that killing me will make it feel sick?

What is this, are you looking down on me?Are you laughing at me?Are you mocking me?

[Arrogance, you are deeply trapped in the illusory dream of self-construction, but you are unwilling to witness the reality with your own eyes for even a moment]

【You will suffer the despair you deserve, and I have no interest in being the one who judges you ugly】

【Wait until you wake up from your dream, and experience this hell again】

With a sigh, the tall swordsman turned and left.

Marton took a deep breath, blushed, and roared like a wild beast, but he couldn't make the swordsman turn his head even once.As if he was already a disgusting rotten garbage, it would only make people want to stay away.

"Don't look down on me, don't look down on me!"

Marton, who had only one leg left, yelled and wanted to stand up, but immediately fell to the ground hard, acting like a clown.

"I'm not rubbish, I'm not trash, I'm a hero, I'm a scientist, I'm a hero who will be remembered by everyone!"

"No one is allowed to look down on me, no one is allowed to look down on me!"

"Look here, you bastard, turn your head and look at me!!!"

He is clearly the best person.

He has been at the top of his grades since he was a child, he has completed university courses by himself at the age of 15, and he has become a professor of memetic research at the age of 20.

I have always been excellent, and I am obviously the best and most perfect person.

But he refused to accept himself anywhere, and no one was willing to be ordered by him.Obviously he is the most powerful person, but those stupid bosses refuse to listen to him, and those idiot subordinates know to make trouble for him all day long.Obviously he is the best person, but resources are always allocated to people who are more trash than him and stupid than him. In the end, he even had to work as a small supervisor in this kind of marginal site.

[You should learn the basic manners, instead of barging in and telling me about experimental projects when I am holding a meeting]

It's all nonsense, you must have looked down on me to say that!

[Mr. Supervisor, I want to take a leave of absence. My mother... passed away, and I need to go back for a while...]

What does your mother's death have to do with me? Subordinates have to look like subordinates. If there is one less person, what if there is a problem in the experiment?

【To be honest, I don’t see any need for this research project. Moreover, experiments involving the supreme and sacred are expressly prohibited. Marton, people must be in awe. I advise you to do something down-to-earth】

It's targeting me, everyone is targeting me!

"I'm clearly... the best..."

tread!

The sound of heavy footsteps brought Marton, who had fallen into a near-death hallucination due to excessive blood loss, back to reality.

The heavily armed special dispatch team surrounded him at this moment.

"Yuankong-03 Research Institute site, former fourth-level supervisor Mr. Marton," Yode stood in front of Marton with an indifferent face at this time, watching him condescendingly, "According to your previous behavior, it has already Seriously violated the 6th, 7th, and 12th regulations of the containment and control center, and now you are officially arrested on 16 counts of treason, crimes against humanity, etc.! Medical soldiers come up and give our Mr. Marton a good treatment .”

Two burly men brutally held down Marton who was lying on the ground. Their treatment method was very simple, that was to use a cauterizer to directly burn the wound on Marton's broken leg, and then beat him violently. A few injections of blood tonic.

The brutal and brutal treatment made Marton, who had been pampered since he was a child, let out a scream. He tried to struggle, but one of the medical soldiers grabbed his hair and hit him hard on the ground. There was a crackling sound. The bridge of the nose was directly broken, and his head became dizzy.

"You cannot die here, Mr. Malton."

The indifferent voice of the captain of the special dispatch team, Yod, rang in the man's ear.

"If you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility. You still have much more blood debts to pay!"

There is no way to refute what to say.

The drowsy man was dragged away on the ground like a pig or dog.

The resolution of the trial was issued quickly, and Marton, who was sentenced for crimes against humanity, was executed, which appeared on the front pages of newspapers in many places in the G star field.He got his wish and became the focus of public discussion, under the premise that he was already cast aside by thousands of people.

At this moment, all the dreams he thought he had were shattered, and his only backer abandoned him without hesitation.

The man was speechless at this moment, perhaps, this is the so-called despair?

"No, your despair has just begun."

On the execution ground, before injecting the poison, the executioner spoke in such a low voice.

Then, Marton, who should have been executed and should have died, opened his eyes in confusion.

"where is this place?"

The hands and feet were firmly bound, and in the narrow room, there was only himself tied to a stool, and an unknown object covered in cloth in front of him, and another standing not far away who seemed to be fiddling with man wearing something.

"You, who are you? What the hell is this place?"

Marton thought of something, looked down at his clothes, and after realizing that his clothes had been replaced with some kind of strange looking simple yellow-black short-lined trousers, he suddenly raised his head and yelled. .

"Oh, you woke up, you woke up a little early, No. 1677."

The man turned his head with a smile.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a tormentor, you can call me Ciaf."

"Originally, after the Supernatural Dimension Containment and Protection Organization became the Containment Control Center, I have actually been idle, but this time I am really curious, a guy who did something to the granter of the 'Emblem of Civilization Watcher', That's really unheard of, you're the big name in control of the containment center now, you know, number 1677?"

As he said that, the man stepped forward. For some reason, Marton still couldn't see the man's appearance clearly even though he had already reached a position where they were almost facing each other.

"You, what are you talking about, haven't I already been executed? What the hell is this place! What do you want to do to me—"

Before he could say any more words, the man made a "hush" sound, and stretched out a finger to press Marlton's mouth.

"Bad children have too many problems, but it will make it difficult for good teachers, especially children who are as bad as you, No. 1677."

Under the light, the man's face appeared extremely dark, only his green and blue eyes could be seen.

"What we have to do is very simple, that is to do what you want to do, that is, to 'make a great contribution to human development'. Don't you always want to do this? No. 1677, you are among many people As I said before, you want to make great contributions to mankind, and now congratulations, you can achieve your wish."

As he said that, the man reached out and touched the side of Marton's clothes. There seemed to be a number on that position, but Marton, who was tied up, couldn't see it clearly.

But even if he didn't look at it, he had already noticed something that this man wanted to express.

"You mean... I became a Y-class personnel?"

Marton's body trembled.

"No, it's impossible. There are no Y-level personnel in the Containment Center. I have never seen any human experiments approved. I have applied so many times without success, and I have been warned that Containment The center is obviously not a supernatural dimension containment and protection organization anymore, and the level number Y-level has already been removed from the serial number of the control containment center!!!”

Extreme fear made Marton howl.

"Quiet, number 1677."

Then for some reason, after the man coughed lightly, Marton couldn't say a word.

"When did I say that yours is a Y-class personnel, No. 1677."

With a mocking voice, the man grabbed Marlton's clothes and lifted them up so that he could see what was written on the number tag on his clothes.

This is--

【Z-1677】

"See, you are a Z-level person, and there is no Y-level in the control and containment center. This level does not exist, so I can only wrong you, No. Z-1677."

He read Marlton's number again, and the man's voice was filled with extremely strong malice.

"...!!!"

Wanted to talk, wanted to scream, wanted to beg for mercy, but couldn't say a word.

Some kind of strange force restricted Marton's actions. For example, he couldn't complete the movement of speaking. It seemed that he could continue to speak only with the man's permission.

"Then, next, you want to know what's going to happen, right?"

The man walked slowly behind Marton and patted his back and shoulders lightly.

And at this time, in front of Marton, the thing covered by the cloth began to move slightly, as if there was something wriggling hidden underneath, shaking more and more violently.

"Next, you will make great contributions to mankind, Marton."

"Those human experiments that cannot be carried out on the bright side, but have to exist for development, those dangerous containment tests, you will participate as a part of it, and the control containment center and all mankind will definitely remember you for a sacrifice for this.”

"In addition, although you may not want to hear it, you probably won't die in a short time. Even if there is only one fragment left, the resurrection technology of the control and containment center can restore you."

"The materials for human experiments are really too rare, and we are reluctant to waste them. You understand this truth, No. 1677."

"So you will face various experimental projects and abnormal objects time and time again, and use your blood and life to continue to make contributions for us and for all mankind. contribute."

"Of course, I also know that you may collapse due to continuous death, but it doesn't matter, the control and containment center has perfect memory erasure technology. And we will clear the memory node for you, right now, that's when I tell you this In a word, let you know the moment when this node exists."

"From now on, your future life will be spent in this hidden site that does not exist in the control and containment center. No matter how many times you are killed, no matter how many times you go crazy, you will return to your original state, and your memories will return At this moment, go back to the moment when you know your next fate. And this is not only our mercy, but also our punishment, can you understand, number 1677?"

"No, I don't think you will understand, because if you did, you wouldn't do that disgusting thing. But you will understand, because all the time you have left will be your time of repentance and redemption. And when we think you have finally repaid everything, a truly merciful death will be given to you, number 1677."

"Let me think about how long that time has been. I can't remember it clearly. It seems... It's 2668. That's right. Does it sound very short? Do you think it can pass in the blink of an eye?"

"The so-called truth is to give the arrogant people the despair they deserve. Do you feel it? You feel it, right, that moment is approaching."

At this moment, the man's voice seemed like a ghost in hell.

And the wriggling thing finally began to break free from the layer of cloth that covered it, revealing the twisted and ferocious flesh and blood underneath, entwined with the baby's crying, and moved towards Marton's direction bit by bit.

"...!!!"

Those who couldn't make any sound were entangled bit by bit by these things.

Pierced his face, pierced his body, penetrated into the muscles and fat, wandered in the internal organs, looked around like a group of curious children, and then drilled out of his eyes, squeezed the eyeballs to the ground, Then it went in through the ear, and pushed out through the belly button.

But he couldn't die. This thing seemed to be able to assimilate flesh and blood. What made him unable to die was that he could only bear the pain.

And the man behind him, amidst the gradually receding footsteps, could still hear a voice coming from afar.

"This is the beginning of your despair, enjoy it."