Chapter 40
Screech-
Clang-
The metal door slammed shut, and the Girl opened her eyes.
Rustle-
“…….”
The Girl slowly sat up.
It…changed.
The space she was in had completely changed from what it was before.
And more than anything…the sensation of perceiving all this had become strange.
“Ugh…!”
Suddenly, a vast amount of knowledge and drastically increased intelligence were implanted in her mind.
The Girl was confused by herself, so different from who she was before.
“It hurts……”
Outwardly, she had no injuries, but perhaps as an aftereffect of the excessive experimentation, blood trickled from the Girl's nose.
“It hurts……”
Through the memories implanted within her brain, the Girl grasped her situation.
The Human Knowledge Repository and an experimental subject of the New Humanity Plan.
The Girl was the sole survivor of that experiment and was classified separately, receiving special treatment.
Of course, even with special treatment, being confined in a filthy cage like an animal pen remained the same.
“……Everyone's dead.”
Her friends, whom she had met after being sold by her parents during a famine and becoming experimental subjects.
They had endured, encouraging each other that someday the experiments would end and they could leave this place together.
To die so pointlessly like this.
“I'm sorry…everyone…I'm so sorry…!”
Tears like chicken droppings streamed down the Girl's face.
After sobbing for a long time, the Girl grabbed the bars of the cage and stood up.
Staying here, wallowing in grief and mourning her friends, wouldn't change anything.
It was better to use that time to devise a way to escape from this place, even if only a little.
And someday, to take revenge on those who had reduced her and her friends to this state.
That was exactly what the Girl had to do.
With her exponentially advanced intelligence and the knowledge directly engraved into her brain through experiments, it was entirely possible.
The Girl sat cross-legged and focused.
She sorted and classified the information she could gather from her current location and stored it in her mind, even the parts she couldn't comprehend.
Inside her head, a three-dimensional image of the research facility began to form.
One year.
Within one year, she would complete all analyses and escape this place.
The Girl's eyes burned fiercely.
Time passed and flowed.
Periodically, the Girl was taken out by the Researchers of Sector 1, subjected to various checks and experiments.
Horrible, painful experiments, like having the top of her skull opened with Space-Cutting Magic and her brain poked and prodded, or parts of her Divine Body being cut and reattached, altering her internal nerves. But the Girl endured, focusing on the information she could gather from the outside.
During that time, two more girls were brought into the cage where she was held.
Myuant-17-06, who seemed to be around the Girl's age, and the slightly younger Myuant-25-03.
They were the only other survivors of the same experiment.
This meant that the experiment had progressed to the 25th subject and, excluding her, all the other test subjects had died.
“Chilchil-i unnie…It hurts so much……”
The Girl hugged Myuant-25-03, Samsam-i, who had entered last.
Then, she patted her head and blew gently on it.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore, it doesn’t hurt anymore. All the pain, go away, shoo!”
“…Heehee. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Samsam-i snuggled into the Girl's collarbone.
Such a cruel experiment, even on such a young child….
The Girl's heart burned with a complicated mix of emotions.
No matter what, she had to escape with these children.
The Girl hardened her resolve.
“Yukyuk-i is from Raiverhilde….”
“Yeah. It’s a beautiful place with a river flowing through the green grass.”
“I’d like to see it someday….”
“I’ll show you around when we get there.”
“Are there fish in the river？”
“Probably tons of them, right？ I’ve caught lots of fish there before.”
Unfamiliar place names, about which more knowledge was implanted in their minds than they could possibly learn by experiencing them firsthand.
Nevertheless, the girls tried their best to deny that knowledge, imagining themselves playing in that river.
“Did you know？ When Princesses are kidnapped by bad guys, a Prince comes to save them. And if he saves them, they get married.”
“A Princess is the King’s daughter, and a Prince is the King’s son, right? So that means siblings are getting married？”
“No, it’s a Prince from a different country.”
“Oh.”
It was a meaningless conversation, but the girls continued talking to forget their pain.
“I wonder if there’s a Prince who’ll save us.”
“There would be if we were Princesses.”
“You never know. Somewhere, there might be a Prince who’ll see us as Princesses and save us.”
Born of lowly status, they hadn't experienced much variety, but vast knowledge had been implanted in their minds.
They had plenty of topics to talk about.
“Mulia's up to subject 50, all failures.”
“Shall we prepare subject 51？”
“No. Further experimentation is pointless. Focus on the remaining three test subjects.”
The experiments inflicted upon the three girls became increasingly harsh.
“Endure! Do you know how much money and time has been invested in you! Endure that little bit of pain!”
The experiment aimed at creating the Pinnacle of Human Brain, the Artificial Knowledge God, raced towards its climax.
“Chilchil-i unnie….”
“Are you okay？”
When the Girl returned, tattered from the experiments, the two girls embraced her warmly.
“I'm okay… just a little tired……”
Myuant-25-03, deep in thought, pondering possible solutions, suddenly jumped up.
“Chilchil-i unnie! I figured something amazing out!”
“…Something amazing？”
“Look at this!”
The Girl started drawing on the straw that covered the floor.
(i)
“What… what did you just draw.”
“This is the reproductive organ that humans use to reproduce, and we all have one!”
“…I know that.”
“But when a woman and a man get married, the man's reproductive organ fits into the woman’s reproductive organ like matching bricks!”
Myuant-25-03 excitedly continued drawing, like a child who had discovered something fascinating.
“Like this!”
“……Oh.”
It was a simple drawing, but the girls felt a strange pull.
The inherent reproductive urge within their genes.
“……I might want to try it.”
“But I don’t want to do it with just anyone.”
“A Prince would be ideal! Heehee.”
Adolescent girls with no brakes.
“What will we do if a Prince ends up with one of us later？”
“Hmm… can’t we all just marry the Prince？”
“Nah. The Prince might only want one of us.”
“Then let’s agree to Bless and yield to whomever the Prince chooses. How about that？”
“Okay. No objections!”
“Heehee, Samsam-i can yield for her unnies anytime.”
As vast sexual knowledge was added to their minds, their fantasies deepened endlessly.
“How about this position？”
“Hmm… it seems like it would feel good, but it looks tiring, I don’t think I could hold it for long.”
“This is called the Breeding Press.”
“It seems like it would go deeper… but wouldn’t it be a little heavy？”
“Then I’ll be on top instead! Heave-ho!”
“Men ejaculate fluid when they climax.”
“Is it similar to us？”
“I think it's a little different. Apparently, you can get pregnant with it？”
“I wonder what it tastes like.”
“Maybe it’s surprisingly sweet.”
“When I have my first night with a Prince, I'm going to grab him tight with my technique.”
“How are you going to do that when you’ve never done it before.”
“I might lack experience, but my knowledge is supreme.”
“You'll probably just be clumsy and he’ll be done right away.”
“They do it anally too?”
“That sounds painful.”
“But according to the information in my memories, it feels like pooping, so it’s supposed to feel good.”
“Hmm… I still don't want to. It’s dirty.”
“That’s what makes it hot.”
“Tentacles go into nipples.”
“No way. How is that even possible?”
“There’s information in the Labyrinth Guide that says to be careful not to fall into the Sensory Deprivation Trap because that’s what can happen.”
“Labyrinths are scary places.”
“How does this… Personality Jelly thing even work?
“It’s just a product of imagination. Magi-Engenieering Studies-wise, it’s impossible to excrete your personality. Of course, it is hot though.”
“Wouldn’t it be terribly awful if it were possible? Trapped forever inside a jelly, unable to do anything… I’d rather die.”
“I’d just stop thinking.”
The hormones released by their indecent imaginings masked their pain.
The girls' chatter time was a time to forget, however briefly, the bleakness of their current situation and the pain of the experiments.
A time of utmost happiness… a time they didn't want to forget.
Should they not escape?
What if something happened to the children while they were trying to escape?
As long as they could all stay here and share fun stories… wouldn’t that be okay?
Having something to lose made the Girl afraid.
Her firm resolve gradually weakened.
Unaware that a terrible ending awaited them.
“Myuant-25-03! It’s experiment time!”
The memory of despair, destined to become eternal regret, resurfaced as a dream.