433 429. Living the world.txt (1/2)

All my life I've been a bystander.

I was just a janitor watching, and I've never been particularly notable.

I was born in the infirmary in the Seventh Research Institute of Demons.

His parents were a couple of slaves of the ”Majors” and were born in 12 B.C. - in other words, he was born in Fania, twelve years before the year zero of the new calendar year when the ”Gentiles” were summoned.

A child born within the Research Institute is basically called a 'lower level employee' and is kept underground until death. That seems to be the law that has been settled in Fania territory for a long time.

Even now, even after death (・・・・・), the reason why I'm uncertain that it seems to be the case is simple.

After all, I never left the Seventh Institute of Magical Disorders.

So, to be honest, I don't really feel it.

There's also the story that the trafficked 'demons' in Fania's Research Institute had been suffering miserably for a long time.

It's also said that in the year 0 of the new calendar year, the city was once saved by a visit from the two legendary saints and the Founder.

It is also said that in the 3rd year of the 3rd year of the new calendar year, the former lord Lomis Neesha returned and regained his right to rule the city.

In the fourth year of the fourth lunar year, the Founder came back and restored true peace to Fania.

I've heard that a lot of things really happened.

However, none of these years were of much consequence to me, as I was simply going about my duties as a low-level employee in a large, dark, underground space.

Incidentally, my job was to wipe up the blood spattered by the experiments in the laboratory before it got stuck to the floor. Day in and day out, cleaning. Anyway, cleaning.

Cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, and occasionally, I only had to take care of the monsters in the research institute.

The basement of the research institute was made of special stone, and the smell of blood always filled the air.

It was chronically damp and the sanitary conditions were never good.

However, due to the light of the 'Flame God's Stone', a rarity in those days, it was never dim even in the basement. That and the maze-like intricacies to lead intruders astray might also be a bit unusual. It would be impossible to reach their destination on their first visit without the guidance or magical powers of a staff member.

-- there was always an echo of screams.

The screams of people in despair and pain would not cease to ring out, screeching like a beast.

Occasionally, the cries of unhuman monsters could be heard in a volume that masked them. All sorts of voices mingled together, chipping away at the sanity of the people who work here without question. ...... I grew up with this as a lullaby, and for me, it was just the sound of life.

-- this sound was the proof of a calming routine.

The most soothing part of my daily life was feeding the monsters kept in the dungeons.

I had always loved to raise something, but when my mutated former friends and family members started lining up there, I became obsessed with caring for them.

And the work I did was well received by my bosses, the researchers. This gave me permission to play with my friends and family (monsters) whenever I had free time.

I'm not proud of it, but I had the trust of my superiors.

Among them, the one I was particularly close with was Helmina-sama, the director of the Seventh Demonic Research Institute.

When I was still in human form, Lady Helmina would compliment me whenever she examined my body, saying

She said, ”-You really are a rare (...) Your parents' 'demon' features do not appear in your body at all. There are not even any signs at all. ...... Surely you will be able to work here until the very end. Please live a long life.

I was born to a ”demon”, but I was completely human.

It's because I had no qualities at all. It's a numerical value of about 0.15, which is the highest (...) number in the entire research institute. I was secretly proud of that, because Helmina-sama kept repeating, ”Oh, that's a really lucky number ......”.

I really did have a good life at the Institute.

Work and compensation that I deserved.

My bosses often praised me and I had fun during my breaks.

I was happy.

When I think about it now, those days were a relief.

--I'm not going to be able to say that I don't need the magic.

Even if you read my life for a long time, there is only one thing I can teach you now.

The only memories I have are the memories I have of spending time with the boy who called himself 'The Evil Dragon of Helllight (Fafner Helvilshain)'.

The boy, Fafner, was close to my generation and was born to a great nobleman of Fania. He had a 3.12 rating, the lowest ever, and was also an elite among the elite who worked as a senior staff member of the research institute.

As I recall, his real name is Neil?　No. Was it Thor?　I think it was Mr. R somehow or other. I personally believe that the former (former) Mr. Fafner, the former (former) Fafner, was the unluckiest guy in the Institute.

Once he escaped from Fania, he was caught again in the third year of the new calendar year.

The 'Demon' Fafner was really special in terms of the monsters mixed in.

During his escape, he had rampaged in many places, and after being captured and recaptured, he was assigned to a special prison called the 'God's Body Storage Room' at the lowest level of the research institute.

And the only people who can enter that place are the trustworthy employees of the institute.

I was ordered not only to clean the place, but also to keep and manage him.

Naturally, he and I were often alone with him.

Whenever I finished cleaning for the day, we would end up in the 'God's Body Storage Room'.

It was a strangely large room.

On the stone-paved walls and ground, there were many ”Fire God's Stones” - or rather ”Magic Stones” - embedded in the stone-paved walls and ground, which had become a specialty of Fania. However, unlike the room of ”The One Who Stole the Reason of Fire”, there was no symbolic statue placed in the room. Instead, there was a large hollow in the center, where a pool of blood was pooled.

In that room, Fafner was chained up like a prisoner, sprawled on the ground by the wall.

His long, habitual golden hair hung down and always hid his face.

His only clothing was a white rag for the sick, and his bare feet were full of chapped skin. The tendons in his feet were slashed before he was allowed in here, so he cannot stand up. Furthermore, his natural healing and 'spellcraft' is inhibited by the locks that utilize the most advanced technology of the Hoosiers.

I talk to him in such a state, but as a mere janitor, I don't have anything clever to talk about.

So I always talk about my job.

But when I try to end that conversation with ”It's easy because I only clean,” he always says, ”How can it be easy? He shouted and got angry.

For some reason, the voice of that moment remains in my ears. It still sticks in my ears, which never existed.

I'm not just talking about cleaning.　At night, you would always be called ......?　They've tested it on people!　Just because you are not susceptible to the ”demonic poison”, you can do whatever you want to ...... and the cure is all a lie!　Everything is an experiment!

His body was no longer moving, which was why his mouth was so glib.

''Always a test experiment with human life!　--No, if they really are experimenting on humans, it's still good!　But those guys!　What a philosophy for Helmina!　Just to further satisfy their own fulfilled desires!　d*mn it!

He was always furious.

He seemed to be concerned about the nature of my work, but would he raise his voice that high?

Sure, I would be called in for some entertainment or to help with clinical trials on an emergency basis.

However, it's just a minor part of my job, and it's not much of a burden.

So I laugh and shake my head, and he gets even angrier in frustration, banging his head, the only one that can move properly, to the ground.

'There's no more religion or science here ......!　One is gone: ......!　d*mn ......, d*mn it, d*mn it, d*mn it, d*mn it ......!

I've done my best to clean it up, but I don't want it to get stained with blood again.

When I try to stop him from saying that, he gets down next, looking like he's about to cry.

...... In the end, those who are truly 'unhappy' don't even have the right to know that they are 'unhappy' now. Just because of our 'innate differences' our lives are determined from the beginning and we have to die while being used ....... We've all been used and used and used and used and devoured and used and abandoned ....... Like trash, everyone and everybody died ......

He bit into the cobblestones in frustration.

He would have to do so as his arms, which had been stripped of their claws, would not be able to move properly.

'In truth, it's the unlucky kids like you who had to be saved by God ....... You are the ones who had to be given the power of religion: ....... And yet, all of you!　They're all oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

He continued to growl in the back of his throat, spitting blood out of his eyes, nose and mouth.

It was a grudge worthy of being called a curse.

'Romis!　Horrible, lust-driven pigs who turned on Lomis!　Bastards who exploit the weak and line their pockets with their sacred religion!　I'll kill you, I swear!　I'll kill you!　The Flame of Heavenly Punishment will burn them all to the depths of hell!　After all the pain and suffering in this world, every single one of them!　All of them!

It was a familiar phrase here.

It was the equivalent of a lullaby to me - but

And I will save you!　I'm getting you out of this hellhole!　I'll save everyone - no, I'll save this ugly world and make everyone 'happy'!　I'll make sure of it!

Fafner would look up from his face, which was down, and look at me and say ”save”.

Always at the end of the story, he would always say ”save”.

I chuckled in annoyance.

I don't want to be told I'm going to take you out.

I am content with my life here.

I wasn't forced to compound against a monster.

Even treatment, no medication with life-prolonging measures.

Nor was there a monster implant. Nor were there any endurance experiments with ”Demon Poison”.

Even though I've changed completely, I still enjoy spending time with my family and friends every day.

Frankly speaking, compared to the person you are now, I'm...

'Oh, aha, aha, ....... Why, why ......?　Why?　Why can't the world be saved?　How is it that you can't be saved like this: ......?

Fafner looked at me, laughing and denying it, and was struck with an even deeper sadness.

--I thought at that moment that you were the one who didn't know that you were 'unhappy'.

You were very clever and full of talent, above all from a great Fania nobleman's birth.

However, unfortunately, in the year 0 of the new year, you were at the First Demonic Research Institute, where Ancestor Kanami visited you. Furthermore, he was ordered to be guided by Founder Kanami, and although he was not a sick person, he was exposed to the ”cure (level up)” and found the ”Great Savior (Magna Messiah)” in the light.

The budding of a 'new religion' caused the then lord Romis Neysha to reverse the scales, and even though he was from a high level nobleman, he was disposed of - he was caught up in the general processing of the 'Level Up' experienceers.

There's more.

His greatest 'misfortune' would be that he overcame a special 'demonization' experiment that was based on the premise of death.

He became a rare species of 'demon'. Ghost mixers are classified as a so-called high level 'Majin' and given the other name of 'Soul Majin'.

Perhaps because of this rarity, when the survivors of the ”Majinization” experiment challenged the Founder Kanami and the others to take revenge, only one of them survived.

He continues to survive.

It would be a life sifted through a sieve.

If it was expressed in the later 'innate difference (skill)' or something like that, there would definitely be a description of 'bad luck' in his status.

At the same time, there should also be the blessing of 'good fortune' for having passed through a number of narrow gates.

He was chosen by fate to continue crawling on the ground.

He approaches the hollow in the center of the room with a flame of anger in his eyes.

'But please don't give up, Helmina, ....... There is still salvation. One day, that 'Great Savior' (Magna Messiah) will come to save you. So until then, never give up on your heart: ......

Then Fafner took the only personal item, the Inscription White Scripture, out of his pocket with trembling hands.

At an early age, he was one of Fania's leading theologians and geopoliticians, and he hoped that the book would not be taken away from him before he was put in this prison.

When Romis Neysha, the former lord, heard of this, he came up with some trick, and admitted to owning only one book.

However, it was not Romis's vaunted 'Altfel religion', but an old religious scripture from the Legia region.

As he rolled up the pages of that book, he muttered.

''Surely this is a 'trial' that was given to us. God is trying to give us hardship and make us grow. --this scripture says. Chapter 1, verse 7: 'Trials are the fruits of hope. They are sure to leave you with proof that you have moved on to tomorrow'. In other words, 'trials' are growth. Growth to change the future of this rotten world into something better. But it's just not enough for us yet. Compared to those gods, we clearly don't have enough 'trials'. We need more 'trials' to save the world: ......!

The more Fafner spoke, the more the pool of blood in the center pulsed.

The lump of flesh submerged in it responded and rippled on the surface of the water.

That mass of flesh is the most 'unfortunate' soul in the room right now.

It's the third year of the new calendar year, Lady Helmina Neisha.

Her limbs are sliced off, her skin is burned and melted, and she's curled up alive.

The results of Helmina's research were used by Lomis to steal the logic of blood.

Furthermore, as a result of her experiments, she continues to experience the despair (energy) necessary for the logic thief to survive.

As a mere device to summon the Blood Puppet, it continues to be shown the nightmare of life extension measures.