Ambrosia Miracles and the Tamed RatPT
HQ Underground 241st Floor Bunker.
"…"
"…"
The numerous directors seated around the room fell silent as they stared at the report floating on the screen.
The cookie brought by Anomaly-1004.
According to her, this Ambrosia possessed truly astonishing powers.
It didn't grant immortality or halt aging like in the myths.
But even so, the cookie's abilities were staggeringly immense.
Eating it instantly healed all but the gravest wounds—even a missing leg regenerated with ease.
And beyond recovery, it eradicated inflammation throughout the body and more; the effects were downright unnatural.
Worthy of being called an elixir without question.
"…Is mass production possible, by any chance?"
"No, mass production is impossible. The components of Ambrosia consist of substances that haven't been discovered yet."
"Heavens…"
"It's called the gods' snack for a reason—maybe it's only natural."
While the inability to mass-produce it was a huge shame, acquiring something this extraordinary for the Agency was a massive gain in itself.
"The angel's a real lucky charm."
Carlos, who had been quietly observing, cautiously spoke up.
The other directors flinched at his words.
Carlos was the most conservative among them when it came to the angel.
So it was only natural they'd be shocked to hear him speak positively of her.
"Whoa, what's gotten into our director who always said the angel was dangerous?"
Catherine, who bickered with him as usual, immediately started teasing.
But Carlos just reacted curtly, as always.
"I'm judging based on the results she produces."
"Haha… fair enough. Her contributions to the Agency are enormous."
What seemed like casual actions from the angel added up to monumental achievements.
Anomaly-109, Anomaly-36, Anomaly-12.
She'd turned three anomalies friendly.
The new material harvested thanks to Anomaly-36's cooperation was already being used in the Agency's new suits.
And there were multiple incidents resolved by temporarily boosting abilities under Anomaly-12's effects.
Even these feats alone were jaw-dropping.
Recently, her ties to the mythical being Persephone had deepened the Agency's understanding of the underworld.
And now this Ambrosia as a bonus.
These directors had all risen from the lowest ranks through their contributions to the Agency.
Yet the angel's short time here might outshine centuries of their collective efforts.
"Seriously… is she an angel sent from heaven to help us?"
"With the world getting more dangerous by the day, who knows."
As soon as the words ended, every director's gaze snapped to the screen monitoring the entire globe.
It displayed anomalies erupting in real-time across every continent.
The sheer number had turned the whole map blood-red.
A worm hundreds of meters wide slumbered beneath Antarctica's ice.
Something masquerading as an island lurked in the Pacific's heart.
And space? Utter chaos.
Asteroids poured toward Earth, moving in physically impossible ways, like living things.
Astronomical observatories worldwide were seized, and leaked internet photos dismissed as AI fakes… but they couldn't hold out forever.
Those asteroids kept closing in.
"…We might really need the angel's help sooner than we think."
"…Let's make the basic preparations. I hope the day she has to step up never comes."
"Hum~ hum~"
I hummed a little tune as I stepped out of the Containment Room with Han A-young.
Today was finally the day to play with the soccer ball again.
The Agency had blocked it before, citing unknown risks from the grass field.
But suddenly, they allowed it—who knows why.
Personally, I figured the soccer ball's dark energy had built up again, prompting the reunion.
Woof! Woof!
Dangdangi let out an excited, joyful bark at the thought of romping on the field again.
"Hehe… you like that, Dangdangi?"
Woof! Woof!
Seeing Dangdangi's tail wagging wildly made me happy too.
The triple Dangdangis from hell were cute, but our Dangdangi was the cutest!
I petted Dangdangi's head, humming away, and before I knew it, we arrived at the Soccer Field Containment.
Hiss.
The moment Han A-young finished authenticating and opened the door, the familiar field spread out.
My chest opened wide at the vast pitch as I glanced around.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The soccer ball bounced straight toward us, looking thrilled for some reason.
But the happily rolling ball…
Roll… roll…
…spotted me and Dangdangi and started losing momentum.
It looked utterly despairing.
"Huh…?"
Then, after a moment's hesitation,
it bolted full-speed in the opposite direction.
"Wh-what?!"
The soccer ball, which had been such a good playmate lately, rebelled.
I was baffled, but Dangdangi saw it as prime chasing opportunity.
Meeeooow!
Dangdangi tore after the fleeing ball at top speed.
Soon, I muttered as I watched it get caught and slobbered on.
"Poor soccer ball…"
I get wanting freedom, but running away would just mean bigger trouble later…
I shook my head at the sight of the ball tumbling wildly under Dangdangi's paws.
"Haaah…"
Back in the Containment Room after romping wildly with Dangdangi and the soccer ball.
I savored the sweet privilege of "if it's here, it's fine to live like an angel" by lounging in the massage chair.
Trapped in a high-grade containment room, I missed Nemo Block terribly.
But this chair? I missed it just as much.
The miraculous performance that pinpointed knots and kneaded them painlessly!
If it hit the market, rich folks would flock with bags of cash, right?
"Ooooh…"
As I melted into the massage,
Hiss.
the door slid open.
As an anomaly myself, visitors popping in unannounced made sense.
And for a always-bored me, it wasn't bad at all—I welcomed whoever it was.
Sure enough, it was Han A-young.
And in her hand?
"Whoa, a smartphone!"
She wouldn't bring it just to tease me, right?
Which meant…!
She was giving it back!
In this perfect containment life—massage chair, games, bed—the only flaw was the smartphone time limit.
But if even that vanished?
This place would outshine any five-star hotel!
Han A-young saw my sparkling eyes and looked a bit hesitant.
"Um… yeah, you're expecting it, and you're right."
"Whoaaa…!"
I cheered, forgetting to turn off the chair as I jumped up from the sofa.
Its smart tech shut it down automatically anyway.
I clung to Han A-young, babbling excitedly.
"F-for realzies?!"
"Um… but you gotta promise one thing."
"A promise…?"
"No using it past 10 p.m. to avoid late nights."
I nodded vigorously.
This body got super sleepy at 10 anyway—no issue.
"Next, no posting info about here online. The Agency monitors sensitive stuff anyway, but be careful."
"Yep yep!"
"And finally, study time starts now."
Gulp…
Study…?
This condition hit harder than expected.
No more effortless angel life…
Ha… but for a smartphone…
I swallowed tears and nodded.
"Good girl."
Han A-young patted my head approvingly and handed over the phone.
She even brought the charger—nice!
I snatched it greedily, powered it on, and froze.
[…]
The screen was crammed with apps… surrounding RatPT!
"Huh…? Why's he here?"
"Anomaly-404 will help you from inside there from now on. Ask if you need help with anything unknown. It's not the latest model, but it'll assist."
"Will he…? Last time he wanted to escape together."
"Already talked it over with Anomaly-404. He'll actively help our angel."
Hmm… if Han A-young said so, it was probably true.
But still suspicious.
This troublemaker helping me?
"Worried? Test it out. Give any command."
"Yep."
I tapped out a command with my fingers.
Amazingly, RatPT obeyed, dropping prone.
"Whoa…"
RatPT spun its trunk without complaint.
I looked at Han A-young in awe.
"How'd you do that?"
"Haha… shared some info, aligned our interests."
Hmm…
I poked the screen at RatPT's grumpy face.
I didn't know the details, but if he'd help me from now on, better get along.
"Let's get along, RatPT!"
[Correction request: Not RatPT, but superintelligent AGRI…]
"What should we play, RatPT?"
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