"So, just how twisted has this world's tech tree beco...?"
In the dical room, Mahiro scratched his head as if troubled by the dazzling array of equipnt, while Dr. Stylish, whom he had tossed onto the operating table, remained unconscious.
It was truly unbelievable. Despite being such a backward era, they could actually produce high-tech instrunts comparable to modern ones.
And if he rembered correctly, the supre Teigu controlled by the young emperor was a Gundam-like machine capable of firing lasers.
As for the security team, aside from cold weapons, so of them even carried automatic firearms...
All he could say was, absurd.
"Ouch... That's strange. Why did I suddenly pass out, and besides..."
Dr. Stylish slowly woke up in excruciating pain, only to find himself lying on an operating table.
Not only that, but Dr. Stylish also felt pain all over his body, as if he were about to fall apart.
It wasn't until he once again laid eyes on that exceptionally handso youth that he suddenly understood.
"You bastard, what disrespectful things did you do to while I was unconscious?! I wouldn't object if you wanted to do sothing, but why didn't you wake up?!"
"..."
Mahiro almost lost his composure.
Do your sister, you freak!
Seeing Dr. Stylish clawing and scrambling toward him from the operating table, he rely shifted his footing slightly.
Thud!
Dr. Stylish imdiately tumbled off the operating table.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch... You really are a heartless man. Why didn't you catch ?!" Dr. Stylish lay on the floor, adjusting his glasses, and looked back at him with a face full of resentnt.
This damn gay!
Mahiro couldn't hold back any longer and imdiately stomped down hard, making the filthy, disgusting gay man under his foot scream in pain.
"Listen carefully! First, I didn't do anything to you! I was the one who kindly carried you here, and this is how you treat your benefactor?!"
"Second, I'm not interested in n!!!"
With each word, Mahiro's foot pressed down harder, as if he wanted to crush the man beneath him.
"Ah... Ah... I get it, I get it. Please let go. Don't stomp anymore. If you keep going, I'm going to break..."
Dr. Stylish let out a series of effeminate cries, so disgusting that Mahiro quickly moved his foot away.
Despite having the face of an uncle, he put on a pitiful "please be gentle with " expression.
Unable to endure it any longer, Mahiro made a decision that went against his ancestors.
He pulled out his CAD and aid it at Dr. Stylish.
"You... What are you going to do?" Dr. Stylish exclaid in alarm at the sight of the dark gun barrel.
"Give you a sex change."
Mahiro's eyes were vacant as he coldly stated, "You don't like being a man, do you? So I'll fulfill your dream."
As he spoke, he pulled the trigger.
[Target body data analysis complete.]
[Initiating reconstruction of target body data.]
[Restructuring activated.]
[Reconstruction complete.]
After the flash of light, Dr. Stylish was astonished to discover a large bulge had ford on his chest, while his third leg had completely vanished!
"Eh?! I... I've actually beco a woman?!"
She exclaid, noticing her voice had beco delicate and high-pitched. Even ignoring the physical pain, she frantically groped her own body with both hands.
Upon confirming she had truly changed genders, she lifted her head with intense excitent, an insatiable desire burning in her eyes as she longed to make contact with Mahiro. Like a fierce tiger, she lunged toward Mahiro.
"Boy, I understand now! You don't like n, so you turned into a woman, planning to... with ..."
"Get lost!"
Mahiro showed no rcy, delivering a sharp kick to her stomach.
Dr. Stylish stumbled and fell to the ground, only for Mahiro to stomp on her once more.
"Even if you've changed from a man to a woman, I still don't like you."
"Ahhh, if that's the case, then why did you go through the trouble of turning into a woman?!"
"No particular reason. I just wanted to make your disgusting behavior seem a bit more reasonable, so it wouldn't provoke such a strong physical revulsion in ."
Mahiro stated coldly, "By the way, you can go entertain yourself."
As he spoke, Mahiro pulled the trigger again, and a large assortnt of pink and purple items scattered down onto Dr. Stylish.
Dr. Stylish was montarily stunned.
These items... Although she had invented a few similar ones herself, the variety here was far greater than anything she had ever created!
Moreover, these were larger, thicker, and emitted strange buzzing sounds.
As if discovering the ultimate divine artifact, she excitedly scrambled up from the ground, grabbed the items, and eagerly prepared to try them out.
A few seconds later, Dr. Stylish was writhing on the floor, emitting muffled moans.
Mahiro had no interest in n, let alone a woman who had originally been a man, so he walked over to a corner of the infirmary.
He began examining the corpses of death row inmates that had been preserved as specins in jars.
All of these were failed creations of Dr. Stylish.
Just by analyzing them with his "eyes," he could tell that this person's mind was indeed brilliant and formidable.
She might even be on par with Sumire.
Although she was a pervert, if soone like her could further enhance the potion, it might be possible to restore Maya's body.
Sohow, without realizing it, restoring Maya's physical condition had beco one of his goals.
Perhaps it was just out of boredom.
After realizing this, Mahiro comforted himself with that thought.
"B-Boy... you, you're amazing! And the ability you used on earlier was incredible, almost comparable to a Teigu! Are you... a Teigu user?"
Half an hour later, Dr. Stylish finally stopped convulsing. She slowly rose from the floor, though her legs were still a bit unsteady.
But whether it was the items Mahiro had given her or the ability he had used earlier, everything had left her utterly fascinated.
The idea of turning herself into a woman had long crossed Dr. Stylish's mind. Although she despised other won, that was rely due to the basic principle of "like repels like."
Dr. Stylish believed that soone as beautiful as herself ought to be a delicate, blooming rose.
However, after several experints, she couldn't help but give up because the failure rate was too high, and even when successful, the flaws were significant.
This kind of transformation without any pain or defects was sothing Dr. Stylish had never seen before.
Instantly, a profound sense of admiration welled up in her heart.
Of course, this was natural—his surgery involved rewriting the fundantal logic of genes at their core. How could ordinary surgical procedures or drug stimulation compare to such a swift and safe modification?
But aside from that, Dr. Stylish still had so doubts. In her mory, among the forty-eight Teigu, only Gaea Foundation seed capable of achieving such a level, right?
Yet it felt sowhat different?
"I'm not a Teigu user; this is just a little trick of mine."
Mahiro said softly, gazing at the female corpse in the specin jar and asking, "By the way, are you working on an enhancent serum?"
"Exactly~ You can actually tell, Mahiro Boy~"
Dr. Stylish carefully treasured the toy, seemingly already accustod to her current gender, and swayed her hips as she walked over with a graceful gait. Arriving in front of the large jar, she adjusted her glasses.
"Although I'm not particularly fond of it myself, this is a commission from the assassination unit. And all these in the jars are just failed specins. My finished product will be much more effective than these."
"Oh~ Really?"
"Mahiro Boy, are you interested?"
Noticing a faint flicker in his eyes, Dr. Stylish directly extended an invitation: "If you're interested, you can co observe or even assist the next ti I inject my adorable test subjects with the serum."
"Consider it my way of repaying you for these inventions of yours. How about it?"
"That would be truly welcod."
A slow smile curled at the corner of Mahiro's lips.
Though the process had been sowhat absurd, the outco was favorable—at the very least, he had managed to connect with Dr. Stylish.
Next ti they t, he would probably get to see Aka's younger sister, Kuro, right?
After all, Kuro was also one of Dr. Stylish's test subjects...
However, not long after Mahiro left, a strange guest arrived at Dr. Stylish's dical room.
Clad in a pure black overcoat, he walked slowly with a slightly hunched posture that seed sowhat eerie.
His appearance was particularly ferocious—not only were there several centipede-like scars on his face, but he also wore a monocle over his left eye in imitation of an English gentleman, though it only made him look more nacing. To top it off, he had a bald head.
At a glance, he was clearly a formidable figure.
He pushed the door open and found Dr. Stylish's delicate fingers seemingly fiddling with so sort of elongated instrunt.
"Sorry, am I interrupting?"
"Oh~ So it's the head of the assassination departnt gracing us with your presence. For you to take the ti to visit , there must be sothing important, right?"
Dr. Stylish carefully put it away before turning to the newcor and asking in surprise.
The Empire's assassination unit was a covert force established just a few years ago, pulled together by Pri Minister Honest and a man nad Nishimiya. Their primary responsibility was training exceptional assassins to thoroughly eliminate rebel elents erging within the empire.
However, the bald-headed minister of the assassination unit montarily froze upon seeing Dr. Stylish, who appeared to have undergone changes and now carried a strong feminine aura.
But he quickly regained his composure.
He guessed Dr. Stylish must have conducted so experint and applied it to himself?
Clearing his throat, he said:
"Ahem, Dr. Stylish, it's been a while since I last visited. Have you completed the body-enhancing potion I commissioned earlier?"
Dr. Stylish furrowed his brows and said puzzledly:
"Isn't it still early? You only proposed the plan last year—you should give at least three to four years for research and developnt. What I have now is rely a sample with significant side effects."
"That will suffice. We no longer have ti to dawdle."
The bald minister shook his head: "Word just ca that Gozuki, who was responsible for training the elite assassination squad, has died. Consequently, I've had to suspend the elite team's training and ordered them brought back to the Imperial City!"
"If no suitable instructor can be found, I plan to have these carefully selected children—chosen from among a hundred—injected with the potion together, then personally take over their training."
The bald minister's tone remained emotionless, showing no nostalgia for Gozuki's death.
If there was any regret to be had, it was that Murasa was reportedly broken and subsequently disappeared, remaining missing to this day.
"My, my," Dr. Stylish expressed surprise, "To think Gozuki, who possessed the Teigu Murasa, could be defeated. Was his opponent a Teigu user as well?"
"I'm not sure. According to reports, that person possessed exceptionally strong physical combat skills, superior to Gozuki's, with strange techniques that could instantly reduce people to nothingness."
"In that case... it really doesn't seem like a Teigu user."
Dr. Stylish slightly furrowed her elegant brows, gently pinching her chin with her fingers, the two mounds on her chest swaying slowly as she pondered.
As a mad scientist obsessed with research, she had long morized the data on all forty-eight Teigu, but after comparison, none of the descriptions matched.
Yet for so reason, upon hearing about these strange thods, the figure of Mahiro imdiately surfaced in her mind.
After all, the techniques he had just displayed were also quite peculiar...
But she didn't voice this thought, since he was her colleague who had given her such a pleasant surprise, and she wasn't particularly close with the Imperial Assassination Unit mbers anyway.
So she offered an alternative theory.
"Could it be so kind of hybrid with a Danger Beast?"
"Hmm, that's a possibility," the Assassination Unit chief nodded in agreent.
Possessing physical strength surpassing the Four Rakshasa Demons along with abilities different from Teigu—this possibility seed quite high.
After all, many nobles in the Empire had strange fetishes.
So would purchase girls and force them to mate with Danger Beasts for entertainnt, eventually producing hybrids that were neither human nor monster.
Like the leader of the Path of Peace, who was a typical hybrid of human and Danger Beast—considered a forbidden existence.
"Never mind, that's irrelevant. Let's return to our previous topic about your drug research results."
The bald man sighed, rely regretting not knowing the perpetrator's identity.
What truly concerned him was whoever killed Gozuki—if that power could be harnessed to train the children, the results would undoubtedly be remarkable.
"I have indeed developed the drug, but I can't reduce its side effects. While it instantly multiplies combat power after injection, the user's life force will be completely depleted and they'll die within about ten minutes. Is that acceptable?"
Dr. Stylish casually pointed to the containers behind her right side, where the corpses of prisoners who died from life force exhaustion after injection were preserved.
"Does death occur imdiately after injection? Could the formula be adjusted to delay the effects for a few years?"
The Assassination Unit chief wasn't particularly concerned about losing children—they could always be replaced—but dying within minutes was simply too extre.
It would be completely useless!
Such short-term consumption wouldn't allow enough ti to cultivate new assassins.
"That's why I need more research ti~ If you're in a particular hurry, instead of using drugs for enhancent, why not try physical modification?"
Dr. Stylish's eyes glead as she pointed at another row of displayed corpses.
Compared to drug enhancent, she much preferred body modification!
But weren't those just more corpses?!
The Assassination Unit chief wiped his forehead nervously. "Is that really feasible? What's the success rate of modification?"
"Well, we can broadly categorize it into chanical modification and Danger Beast gene modification."
"chanical modification involves concealing powerful weapons within the body for surprise attacks, while the other thod uses Danger Beast genes to create beings comparable to Class-2 Danger Beasts after successful modification. But neither has a very high success rate—maybe three or four successes out of a hundred subjects?"
"Unacceptable! The failure rate is too high!"
After all, capturing these orphans was quite troubleso, especially when they needed to have excellent physical foundations.
Most children wouldn't even qualify as dog food!
"Then please give two more years... No, perhaps one year will suffice, for I've discovered a genius comparable to myself. With his help, I believe we can resolve the current predicant."
Dr. Stylish thought of Mahiro.
Since he could complete research projects that even Dr. Stylish himself hadn't been able to finish until now, with his assistance, completing the body enhancent serum should pose no problem at all!
"Very well, since you put it that way, I'll grant you so additional ti. Complete the serum as quickly as possible."
After speaking, the Assassination Unit chief left sowhat dejectedly.
In truth, he knew he was being sowhat unreasonable, but he simply had no other choice.
After all, he needed to produce tangible results at this stage, and with Gozuki's death, there was temporarily no suitable candidate to fill his position.
Damn that Gozuki—why did he have to die at such a crucial mont!
And to be killed by soone no less, what a disgrace to our Assassination Unit!
Mahiro remained unaware of Dr. Stylish's plans to drag him into the serum research, continuing his usual training with Esdeath as part of the so-called rookie program.
However, the training under this sadistic queen seed to be growing increasingly extre...
For instance, today she led them out of the Imperial City, running nearly thirty kiloters to reach a clear pond deep within the dense forest.
The pond spanned about a hundred ters—not particularly wide—with exceptionally clear water that allowed them to see small fish swimming within.
But the problem lay precisely with those fish.
Upon seeing the fish, the group couldn't help trembling and instinctively took several steps backward.
"No retreating! This is your training for today—swimming. Simply swim from here to the opposite shore and back, and you'll pass. Simple, right?"
Gazing at the deep blue, ominous water surface, Esdeath revealed a captivating smile.
Simple?
This was even more dangerous than yesterday—it was downright lethal!
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