Chapter 321

Words : 1378 Updated : Oct 15th, 2025

“How about this? “It feels similar to me.” 「....」 At my question, Gryphon Wolf, the Mother of Heaven, wearing a reinforced suit, narrowed her eyes. Amber eyes stared at the screen of the terminal pad. PS-111 next to him also bent down and looked at the pad together. The red camera lens that replaced the eyeball repeatedly contracted and expanded. I am not the only one in this mansion right now. After getting information about the Coldblood slaves from Lovetz, I called the kids. “After comparing the growth prediction simulation of the search target, it was 78% consistent with the characteristics described by ‘Middle Baby’.” “...wait. “It gets even more confusing when you say it like that.” As you can see, Heavenly Mother and PS-111 are checking out the slaves I have selected. No. 26 and Adhai went to look inside the mansion. “My impression has changed a little, but I think it’s true.” “Really?” “Because it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. In fact, I would say that it has changed less than expected.” Sky’s mother looked at the screen in silence for a moment and nodded slightly. ‘I’m glad.’ The search for the 22nd ranker, which started on the Streets of Gwangmyeong, is now nearing its end. About two months ago, Alkadi sold Coldblood, estimated to be ranked 22nd, to Lovetz, a slave trader in the Water Fortress. And Lovetz rented the slaves he purchased to luxury hotels. Due to the setting, the cult does not view Cold Blood very positively. They are considered cultists or criminals, so they are not suitable to work as employees in luxury hotels. When I asked Inmyeonchung, he said that the hotel deliberately requested it to be used for entertaining other races. For a coldblood, he doesn’t look bad, and he’s obedient to customers, so he gets quite good reviews. ‘When I just heard the story, he seemed like a player.’ It’s unusual to work at a cult’s luxury hotel while being Cold Blood. However, it is difficult to view it as conclusive evidence that he is a player. Also, 22nd place is being chased by the dominant rankers. Since hiding secretly wasn’t enough, what were they thinking when they went to the place where the upper class of each faction frequented? ‘Or did you collude with another player?’ I thought it was possible until I came here. However, when I actually got here, it was ambiguous. If he colluded with a faction other than the ruling faction, why would he be a slave? Just because the cult is more humane than Megacorp or Star Union does not mean it is kinder to slaves. If that were the case in the first place, we wouldn’t even use the word slave. It won’t be easy to enslave a player unless you promise them a fairly good reward. Although it is difficult to see him as a semi-forced slave, Lovetz said he was evaluated as a good slave. Although methods such as mind control and parasites can physically oppress the opponent, they cannot make them do their job well. ‘Of course, you have to see the face in person.’ Unless it has been confirmed that the opponent is really ranked 22nd, there is no point in worrying any further. “Still, I think I’ll have to see you in person to know for sure.” Heavenly Mother added that she thought the same thing as me. I also nodded in agreement. 「Big Adult」 Then Aadhai called me. The dog, who was running around like a large dog excited about coming to a new home, came up to me. Its long, plump tail can be seen wrapping around the wooden barrel. 「This」「Eat」 [Zu (huh?)] 「Delicious!」「Me too」「I want to eat it」 While the two tentacled people were enjoying a drink, Heaven’s Mother also held a full glass to her beak. “Are you okay? It feels similar to whiskey, but has a stronger sweetness and aroma.” “That’s right. “It seems like the alcohol content is weaker as well.” 「I think I like this much.」「Ugly Friend」「Taste」「How do you like it?」「Good?」「I think it would have been better if you hadn’t said that.」「It’s delicious!」 While the three of us were giving and receiving drinks, I also poured drinks for PS-111. “PS-111, take it too.” “thank you.” PS-111 held a bottle of alcohol with its claws and stuck out its tongue, which was a mix of biological tissue and machinery, to lick the liquid inside. The taste of the alcohol was quite impressive, so the corners of his eyes fluttered. “how is it?” “As a result of the analysis, 75% cactus from Berzan 02, 11% heavenfruit from Gormos 03, 10% agave syrup from Amoria 09, and 4% other. “It’s an interesting flavor.” “I’m glad you like it.” The guy was about to nod his head at what I said, but suddenly tilted his head. “I don’t know if this expression is appropriate, but it feels somehow familiar.” “Familiar?” “The moment I inhaled the liquid, similar ingredient combination data that I remembered was printed out. “I have never entered data like this before.” Although it has eaten a variety of foods in the past, this is the first time it has reacted the way it does now. The situation itself, in which he recalled memories he didn’t know about, seemed quite unfamiliar. ‘It’s data I don’t remember entering.’ PS-111 is a mutant screamer created by the joint efforts of several rankers of the ruling faction. And one of those materials is the head of an intelligent being, that is, the brain. I’ve previously seen a video of PS-111 being created on the ship of Pyrrha Eleven, one of the Star Union’s Mechanical Committee. The process of transplanting the cloned Coldblood’s brain into the Screamer machine. ‘Is this a memory from the past?’ The current PS-111 is a new being created by the power of No. 26 after its body was severely damaged. The damaged brain was also restored in a different form from the original, so most of the man’s memories were lost. ‘But not everything is lost.’ The reason he said he was familiar with it may be because while drinking, he recalled memories from before he became a screamer. “Maybe you drank this before becoming a screamer?” “Do you mean me?” “okay. “The only memories that ‘the present you’ cannot recognize are memories of the past.” The guy who heard me didn’t respond and just looked down at the bottle blankly. The guy’s red lenses were reflected in the caramel-colored liquid left at the bottom of the bottle. The guy who was silent for a moment slowly nodded. “That’s a valid point. “There is a 51% chance that this drink and my past are related.” “After this is over, let’s look into this alcohol.” “thank you.” It is difficult to see the expression on his face because his skin is made of metal. His face is as expressionless as usual, but is it because he knows what’s going on? He looked very distraught. “Would you like some more? “If you drink it, more memories may come to mind.” “please.” When I held the wooden barrel to pour him a drink, he put his face close to the barrel. Then, just like me, he stuck out his tongue and licked the liquid flowing from the container and drank it. “It’s interesting that it tastes completely different from the main ingredient.” The guy said that while licking the alcohol off his cold lips with his tongue. At that time, number 26, who saw us, came bouncing up and got between us. “Friend, you shouldn’t eat like that. “You have to eat human food.” “I’m not a human, so I can do it this way.” “No, you shouldn’t eat human food like that.” No. 26 intervened and that was the end of the conversation with him. Afterwards, the drinking party at the cult’s mansion ended only when the cellar was empty. “Watch next episode”

Chapter 321

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