Chapter 310: Fay, Oh Fay... (2)
Chapter 310: Fay, Oh Fay... (2)
I arrived at the workshop with a heart fluttering slightly at the thought of seeing Fay after such a long time.
…And there, I found Fay on the verge of being violated by a mass of writhing tentacles.
“Hwaaaang! Junior! Save me! Help me! It’s out of my control… Hng! N-not there!”
“…….”
What in the world is going on?
Even though the Eurelia continent is a fantasy world, I never expected to see a tentacle monster. My mind blanked for a moment.
However, my body reacted instinctively. I pulled out my staff and aimed it at the tentacle that had grabbed Fay by the ankle and was holding her upside down.
Just as I was about to cast a spell—
“Wait! No fire magic, Junior! Use ice or wind magic to cleanly cut just the part holding me!”
“…Excuse me?”
“If you burn it, there won’t be a sample left!”
“…….”
She’s worrying about samples even in this situation…?
I suppose you have to be this dedicated to eventually create something like the Philosopher’s Stone. With that thought, I fired a Wind Cutter.
Slice.
Fortunately, its durability wasn't that high, and the tentacle was severed cleanly.
Naturally, Fay, who had been dangling, began to fall. I simply ran forward and caught her.
“Ugyak!”
…There was a minor issue where Fay, having fallen headfirst, ended up burying her face in my crotch and making a bizarre sound.
Regardless, I successfully rescued her and managed to put some distance between us and the creature.
Since Fay said she needed a sample, I didn't follow up with another attack and just watched.
“…It’s quieter than I thought?”
It was large enough to fill half the workshop, but it didn't move from its spot—either because it couldn't or because it chose not to.
Furthermore, while it seemed to grab anything within reach of its tentacles, it didn't crush them; it just held and shook them.
Given that it was lifting heavy equipment with ease, it certainly didn't lack strength.
I looked down at her completely overturned skirt and the white panties beneath it as I asked, “What on earth were you trying to make, Senior Fay?”
“…It feels a bit weird because the wind blows when you talk right into there. I’ll tell you once you hold me properly.”
She sure is demanding.
I spun Fay around by her waist to fix her posture. In the process, her breasts bumped into my face. Feeling a bit miffed by that, I didn't let go and kept her in my arms as I asked again.
“So? What exactly is that, Senior Fay?”
“Uuu… Is it because it’s been a while? Your vibe feels a bit different….”
“I’ll let you talk about me all you want later, so tell me about that thing first.”
“Ah, right. You asked what that was?”
Despite her large breasts being pressed against my chest and half-covering her own face, Fay puffed out her chest proudly.
“Hehe. It’s a chimera I made. …A failure, though.”
“I see.”
In that case, it would be best to suppress that mass of tentacles in one go before it caused an accident. If things escalated, we would be the ones held responsible.
It didn't look violent, but it was massive. I didn't want to blow up the entire workshop, so instead of a single intermediate spell, I loaded several basic spells simultaneously.
Dozens of simple magic circles manifested in the air.
As my dominance over magic itself grew stronger, my simultaneous casting became stable enough that the spells didn't waver.
Thanks to that, I could use multiple basic spells at once like this.
I stared at the target and released the held magic at the right moment.
“Wind Cutter!”
Swish—!
Countless invisible blades flew through the air, tearing through space.
Thud.
The writhing tentacles were severed simultaneously and tumbled to the floor. Then, the final Wind Cutter pierced the center of the fleshy mass.
Squelch.
With the sound of something tearing, the tentacle monster stopped moving entirely. I watched for a moment to check its condition, but it didn't seem like it would move again.
Seeing that, Fay flailed her short legs and shouted.
“P-put me down now, Junior. I need to salvage what I can before decomposition starts.”
“You have to give me a detailed explanation after you’re done cleaning up, okay?”
“Mhm. I’m sure you’ll like it once you hear it, Junior.”
I wonder what it is that makes her so confident. Did she make a life-sized onahole or something?
*
To get straight to the point, Fay was right—it was something I liked. Though it wasn't a life-sized onahole.
“So, the Chimeras of Unity use the power of Authority to forcibly combine the strengths of different things, right? Like creating muscles with the strength of a bear and the flexibility of a cat. Of course, this is normally impossible. When you combine things, side effects naturally follow. If you get the pros, you get the cons too, right? That’s why Authority is needed, and why the fallen alchemists went under the Confused Unity.”
“Ah, yes.”
“But you know, is that really true? Is it only possible to attach the pros if you have Authority? By what principle does Authority attach them? Does it remove the cons? Or does it pay the price of the side effects like a buff? Then wouldn't it just stop once the charged power runs out?”
“I suppose….”
“In the first place, why do side effects occur when you graft different organisms together? Even with humans, mixing blood can be dangerous or fine depending on the blood type, right? But vampires can melt any blood they receive into their own. They can just drink it. Isn't that because they’re only taking the power contained in the blood? So I asked Professor Iona, and she said that vampires don't consume the blood itself, but rather the mana or soul remnants contained within. That’s when I realized it!”
“Realized what…?”
The workshop was cluttered, with the remains just pushed to the side. Since there wasn't enough room to sit, Fay had climbed onto my lap and was rambling on with sparkling eyes.
I only asked why she made that tentacle monster; how did it come to this?
The rest of the group, who had been listening somewhat attentively at first, had long since grown tired and looked away. Only I was giving soulless responses while listening to Fay’s story.
It’s definitely not because I can’t look away from Fay’s breasts, which I’m fiddling with even at this moment. Yeah.
While I was busy estimating the weight of the flesh overflowing from my palms and giving them a little squeeze, Fay, who had been lecturing while her breasts were being held, smiled with the expression of a sage who had attained enlightenment.
“The important thing isn't how strong a creature you synthesize or how stably you do it. It’s understanding the mechanism that causes a specific trait and designing it so it can fuse without clashing with other mechanisms!”
“…What?”
I think I just heard something incredible.
Beyond simply synthesizing monsters or animals to make them stronger, she’s saying she’ll design a creature from scratch exactly how she wants?
Even Iris, who had been focusing as much as she could, tilted her head in confusion at this alien claim.
However, this wasn't because Iris lacked understanding. If anything, it was a difference in conceptual familiarity.
To me, coming from Earth, things like genetically modified organisms or designer babies were somewhat familiar concepts.
Schools would often show movies or have debates on those topics.
But in this world, it was something that had never existed, or if it did, it was treated as an impossible theoretical tale.
And Fay achieved that…?
Iris, finally understanding Fay’s words, jumped up from her seat in shock.
Iris, who was about the same height as Fay but lacked a certain… volume in specific areas, hopped around.
“Y-you don't mean to say that you’ve gone beyond synthesizing existing creatures and created a new life form from nothing?!”
“Come to think of it, that tentacle mass was a monster I’ve never seen or heard of before.”
I nodded, looking at the corpse of the tentacle monster, which was rotting quickly but noticeably slower than other chimeras.
“Eh…? It’s not like that. I just made the tissues that perform specific functions. That thing only turned out like that because the differentiation process got tangled.”
Well, it seems we were barking up the wrong tree.
“What were you originally trying to make?”
“Ideal muscles that are firm yet flexible, with each muscle fiber coiled like a multi-layered spring so they can produce massive force relative to their area.”
“…And what were you planning to do with those?”
“Originally, I was going to put them in a chimera to make a super powerful familiar… but after trying it for a bit, it wasn't easy. It’s not like I’m a chimera major, right?”
“That’s… true.”
Fay’s goal was always the ultimate equipment made through alchemy. Chimera or potion making were merely side branches for that purpose.
“Instead of spending time continuing chimera research, I thought I’d compromise and try mixing it into a golem.”
“…A golem?”
“Yeah, a golem. You know this, right? The reason golems can’t grow past a certain size is because of structural limits. They can’t handle the weight, which increases exponentially as they get bigger.”
“I know that. It’s common knowledge that they can’t exceed 3 meters, except for a few special cases.”
“Exactly. You’d have to scrape together rare metals using a national budget to break that 3-meter wall. But a golem doesn't necessarily have to be made only of inorganic matter, does it?”
“Are you talking about something like a Flesh Golem? Those have very clear weaknesses….”
Before the Evil God descended and the cultists ran rampant, black mages who abandoned ethics for magic caused all sorts of trouble in Eurelia.
Flesh Golems were created during that time—massive lumps of flesh made by stitching corpses together.
Because their durability was low and their strength was weak compared to their size, they were only used as disposable meat shields to buy time for escape.
…I know about them because later, those guys joined the Confused Unity and created some incredibly annoying bosses.
Hearing my words, the corners of Fay’s mouth curled up.
“It’s similar. If I had to say, it’s like a half-and-half mix of the two.”
“Oh?”
“So, you make the frame with a standard golem, and then you attach the muscles I failed to make this time. Naturally, the outside will be covered in metal again.”
Since the muscles would assist with movement and supporting the weight, it would be possible to maintain a larger size and greater strength.
“The problem is, if I think about controlling it, it ends up taking a form that resembles a human too much….”
“Let’s do it right now.”
“…Huh?”
Fay blinked her black eyes through her messy, shaggy hair.
I let go of her breasts, grabbed both of her hands, and spoke again in a serious voice.
“I’m saying let’s proceed right now. But don't settle for a compromise.”
“B-but this isn't something that can be done just with money. It would be troublesome for both me and you to spend ages researching it, Junior.”
“Don't worry. I brought a great sample.”
A transcendent species that reaches transcendence naturally just by aging.
A mysterious race whose every body part is no different from a treasure.
I pulled out the hatchling corpse I had taken from Fafnir’s lair.
“This should shorten the time, right?”
“Eh? Uh…?”
Fay nodded with a dazed expression. Seeing that, a satisfied smile naturally spread across my face.
How could anyone resist a giant robot?