CHAPTER 5: RECONSTRUCT GENOME

"Our Worldlines, each one had a duty as part of the Earth's Worldline as the Earth had a duty as part of the Universe's Worldline and so on with greater Worldline. If the Earth's Worldline stopped functioning, every Worldline under it would receive a severe consequence. What is your duty? Who lives under your Worldline protection now?"

Waltren Eragle

Part 1: Compatibility Error

A scavenger was someone who searching anything valuable that might hidden inside a hole of worm-like alien on the natural ground or underwater that filled with acid but not obvious. This was the basic behavior of scavenger.

However, number of divers had been increased each day that less and less scavenger could be found on the surface. This resulted to all kind of jobs were push to scavenger such as maintained power supply for Ewroz, farming, repairing, tinkering, nursing...

Because of this, scavenger had been categorized into three types: smuggler, merchant, and joker. Anything else would fall into military, residents of colony or colonist, and alxientist team.

Smuggler would move something out of colony and sold it at the black market with highest price or bid. Merchant was an official hired scavenger who transferred goods between colonies to build trust and to keep up with everyday-necessaries. That scavenger wouldn't have a lot of money but the colony would provide military protection against a third scavenger.

Joker. It wasn't a clown. It stood as {Joke} or exole. And when someone said {scavenger} it meant a joker scavenger. They're someone who would do anything to get money, food, or shelter. Whether they had to sell their own bodies into a research lab, killing people, or sabotage a real-person player when a big tournament was in going.

My late-mother was a joker scavenger. I never learned what my mother did to take care of my weak body but I knew it something that would make me sick.

But there was a joker scavenger who visited various landmarks to pursue their dreams. This type commonly addressed as a noble-joker scavenger. This was me before I became an expert of World Blueprint owner. I was still under Reylaw's care at that time to prevent me from breaking Worldline.

And my hobby was...

I plucked a disc case that stuck between two clayey rubbles. With Acrobon's strength, I thrust the top concrete aside and pricked with my claws around to grow some space. Seized it, I removed the case. The blue-ray disc had broken long ago.

At the edge of my sight, I caught a wall's split with clear water wetted the surface. Fortunate with the size of the new axot, I squeezed my armed-arm inside and reached for another disc case on the other side.

Its cover was already moistened with the unreadable title. As for the disc inside...

"Not fixable, huh." I launched the clean-cut shard that glossed over the green light from my Acrobon, a gulp sounded behind me as it sinking.

This was the last spot I had scavenged and there was nothing much anymore.

Ezz, I had to fetch my masterpiece collection to beat a new movie tonight. But getting the content from a hard-coded disc felt more tangible with the world's appeal than one blockbuster virtual data.

I still remembered my first movie that made me decide to become a joker instead of a merchant scavenger or secured a job inside colony. It was an old Chinese silent movie where the woman would sell a strange medicine that turned anyone into a slapstick comedian before their sickness was treated. It was a funny masterpiece.

Well, when dream flashed upon a lifetime goal, even alien was nothing more than a thorn inside thumb. Just pulled it out. This noble-joker was hard to find as often they travelled between historical places alone.

A current noisily waffled as I left the buried shop for the exit shaft that naturally caved in by a dead tearing-signboard. At the end of the path, streamed down like a train of a waterfall, pattering spits from the bulky metals on the wall.

Water dropped off the Acrobon after I lifted my hand up from the hole, I found a creepy face located right in front of my face.

I scanned the object to make sure it was safe. I progressed mount to the surface when I found it was an ordinarily stuffed doll.

As soon as I reached the surface, the sensor tripped off, I invalidated my intention to turn off Acrobon and bolted via full of combat senses wandering around, searching enemy menacingly. A blue light shaped out of sudden.

"Magic?!" I leaped back from huge mana circles spinning out of control, contemplating what the spell's tier assembled within it.

Once the spell concluded, from the root where the doll sat a bluish fireball penetrated into it, shortly after, the flame became bigger out of the shell until it fitted a human size. A young woman with wings.

I retained this spell. Shulonro; Bond Soul. But regardless of how the spell circuited, the size of the summoning effect was too enormous. Mana points seemed the same.

And...

"What business would dena have with eiluna trum? Kindly, if dena leave seni alone."

...the bond soul talked with a broad extension of a living personality. Their relationship's strength was too abnormally large. The caster was {Ceunal}; a Bluechard definition for a world traveler. This explained if the caster came from Magic Reality.

"Look." I established my arms, freed both hands, and configured Acrobon off. "I'm not alien." Acrobon splattered and dragged down from my skin like sand and stocked well into Vilvua who reverberating harsh on my chest. It fancied to strike but I didn't aspire to inflate my attention over my new axot. There were regularly some dull-witted scavengers who estimated they could gang on the soldiers as long as they're alone to steal the suit. Axot mostly were given only to soldiers. It wasn't comparable to the one laying around, neither sold anywhere. Except for the black market in ewroz.

"Alien?" The young woman with body eclipsed and fashioned in mana slackened a bit her wand that she equipped in in-mid casting First Tier. The wand wasn't made from Shulonro. "Sena don't believe it managed to lower senan guard. Leave seni alone or it would be senan last peace sena spent on dena."

"I — sena will," I said, exercising a cursory glance behind her. "Hm? Is that Siqura?" What she was doing here?

Clearly, Siqura's friend here didn't seem too fond of the inquiry, promptly, barreling this as a threat, she stormed out a shower of Mana Ingle. Every arrow that nearly touched me or one-half fven away from where I lasted was dispelled. My scarf vibrated red at each projectile.

Since Mana Ingle was First Tier and Shulonro was Second Tier, then if I came in contact with her...

I trudged forward.

The young woman cast Splimer Mana of Third Tier — Mana Bullet. Shorter and tinier than Mana Ingle but the destruction and acceleration were spiked in a shift, let alone the troublesome speed racial bonus from Fairy.

I paused, my nerves steeled. It seemed Vishell forgot to calculate how the rate of dispelling.

The mana bullets transpired too unspeakable fast that the scarf's protection almost barred down to dispel them in time. It cut my skin at the rim of my eyes.

I rubbed my face and marked the blood on my finger had one hundred percent green nanocells. My red blood didn't noticeable. Did I have too many nanocell supplements in my body? How high my nanocell-addictive this week?

"Take a chance to leave before it's too late."

" not is how it's going to work." I headed on face to face with the bullets. "You just intimidated and criticized a soldier."

"Did dena even know who am sena?" The young woman began adding modifier Quim, delivering it sped like a sniper.

"A rotten apple." I dodged hardly by my shoulder after expecting her wand to aim.

"Odd. Sena thought gentlemen survive the extinction. Perhaps, denan mother who carries the birth certainly, more of a rotten apple."

"Hm?"

"Oh? Pardon. Did sena touch delicate topic? Sena am sorry for denan mother to be a rotten apple."

"Look. I try to be nice here but if this how you — dena are going play, dena are exactly like a menopause girl —"

"Ainari Aligent, the Job of Ingle! Ainari! The Royal Goldsmith!"

My left ear bled before the bullet was broken, heat spreading into my eye, I twisted my body to duck the next bullet but it burned straight into my thigh — mysteriously, I felt no pain. Not a tiny bit.

"And sena am the prettiest girl in Veizralia! Remember that!" She madly fired another one. "Remember that!"

"Right, right. In your dream." I yanked the scarf in hurry, folded it in half, and outdid the modified Splimer Mana with one swoop. "Hoooo yaaa." I mimicked an old kungfu movie. But I wasn't able to bring the high pitch. They're a real professional. I was just me.

"What is denan problem?"

"Seriously true. What is your problem?"

A lot of fairies I had met in Magic Reality compared to her, Ainari certainly didn't look like a typical fairy. It was difficult to recognize with mana blend but she took care precisely her appearance based on the braided blond hair with lustrous dust and the school uniform that she groomed the laces hiding multiple-layered fabrics without breaking the school code.

"This moron really frustrated sena."

"Sorry if sena makes denan apple worst."

"Silence denan mental mugging!"

This type, the one that usually had more unaccountable history behind. Then if I exploited her weakness...

"W-Wait! W-What are dena doing? Don't come near!"

"That the rotten apple said." I charged while concentrated on nanocells to my sight for any mana bullet and my muscle-legs to close the distance faster before she chose to ploy another rain of bullets.

"What dena said?" She started flying off the ground several heights. "Come if dena dare."

"Hey!" I shot partly-Acrobon's glove and tossed a wire grapple at her leg. "Walk down to the plank and just accept your shark."

"No! Go away!" The young woman had no plan anymore to come at me, she soon gave up by bombarding even more Splimer Mana all around her. How high this woman Magic Tier? Siqura was supposed to be on Second Tier mage. Even by any chance, she obtained luck to promote it, it should be the Third Tier.

But this Shulonro felt like Sixth Tier. Moreover, it wasn't a battlemage's classic arsenal but summoner's such as puppeteer, soul trainer... Did her Shulonro spell had serious computation — magic formula — activity to obtain up the difference? Let alone how the bond-pseudo soul could produce a frightening expression and modded the Fairy's Splimer spell, running like Seventh Tier.

I secured nanocells to pull the wire slowly and swung my scarf on the other hand to add tension.

"Wait! Where are dena looking?"

"Where?"

She pressed the bat-black skirt as an accuse for running. "Don't look up!"

"Go look at the mirror once you arrive at the afterlife." I doubled the speed of the wire and slid the scarf at the center of her chest. It went through and began creating a magic sabotage effect, gradually dismissed like tearing a tissue.

"This is bad! This is bad! Don't come near Siqura! If dena do something to bena, sena will find and kill dena!" Her feet faded first and escaped from the wire.

"Hah?!" I stood in front of Siqura and rotated my wrist. "If you're not needless charge at me, I will just move from here. But now, I change my mind and going to make her pay for all my actual frustration."

"That... That... If dena need someone, I will take my fault. Don't bring bena into —"

"Goodbye."

"Hah? What?" She looked at herself. "Aah! My body! My body..." The wand inside her hand and the doll inside her body fell from the air. Since it took time to disperse, the Shulonro spell might exceed Seventh Tier.

That Shulonro spell continued strengthened by the abnormal relationship-bond and less effective if improved in other areas. Because of that reason, the spell only had usefulness if the caster had a very close person in life, more than plainly family and friend. Somehow I believed the spell was cheated.

My Acrobon sealed skin back into Vilvua, the ring on my shoulder tightened and bend in an unintended direction from throwing like a baseball champion. I plucked the muscle tissue at the vast distance from the body, and then twisted the bone ankle before nanocells screwed it back to the appropriate location.

Siqura was breathing and sleeping soundlessly even though she cast the spell a few minutes ago. What she was doing here far from Manuix Colony? Besides, with the recent alien attack, this zone had turned from yellow to orange. Nobody with a rational mind to wander straight into a hot alien swarm.

Utilizing the World Vision, I studied her Worldline after sensed the irregularity. The data showed she apparently had used set synchronization which divided existence into multiple individuals. And she did unconsciously without having me explaining the method.

{Blueprint Reality, Science Reality, Alien Reality, Alchemy Reality, Rune Reality, Steam Reality, Magic Reality, CB-54970506, DT-01857420, GB-84558670, Erzon Reality}

Seven realities all already set on Siqura's Worldline. But, "What with these widget numbers?"

Never once saw the Worldline numbers before. From my calculation, these Worldlines resulted when the time parameter — the second digit — had been disturbed. What realities Siqura had ventured and what Tsutomu doing there? Wait. Wasn't he already retired from the owner responsibility?

As for Erzon Reality, that was my simplified name for the End of World. This meant, she already went into that mind-blowing dreadful reality and somehow withstood. No one ever came back from Erzon Reality, at least my previously failed selections nevermore. In Erzon Reality, all parameters were blank.

Even more, couldn't be trusted was her World Value remained steady out over changing from the last time I observed her. That was impracticable. Her World Value should flat to a nullity. Where she obtained World Value inside Erzon Reality? There was nothing out there. In addition to the matter, once the owners entered Erzon Reality, they ceased to possess ownership over Imperfect Blueprints. But the ownership I gave her, lived intact.

Why World Blueprint didn't reject her? Something... Something just passed while I was investigating the treatment for Plomunic. Should I renounce her ownership by myself?

I smoothed my fingers beneath her neck to confirm if she was warm. Her body heated up. I brought the Acrobon's mask and confirmed her temperature.

I sat beside the bus stop's bench and jacked into the cuboid-gadget — the port — to call my housekeeper. "Matrius." It was picked up shortly after.

"[Of course not,]" she said, shoeing the topic as if she had a great complaint about Matrius.

In my computing-eyes displayed a woman with white green hair showing the aging. She was holding a broom, hanged her two hands on the stick.

"[That old man never laid next to the phone unless had been told otherwise, busy with the weapons he said. Morning, night, morning, night...always. Forget about him. How about you, though, Waltren? Matrius said you will be later home.]"

"The business went erzon." As I talking with my mouth open, I noticed toward Siqura's strange robe, there was an existence of blueprint inside it. "Have to back with a guest. A room for one, if not trouble?" The blueprint lines were hard to see unless from a different angle.

"Don't be a pretender on me now, I could just operate fine. Who? Is it Noelon? You finally got her, don't you? How?"

"Noel? Did she visit frequently?"

"Frequently? Oh, Lord. She appeared approximately every hour looking and closely to barge into the lab if I did not pay regard to her catty eyes. Reallydemand a good talk or one of these days, I swear, she eventually discovered the wormholes."

"I will see." I turned the mobile gadget toward Siqura. "Not her but her. And she's sick."

"Aaaah! Waltren! Waltren!"

"Yes?" I stared at her surprising profile.

"S-S-She is Manuix! Are you serious about bringing her footstep deep into the house? What if —"

"Why not, Covia? She could be trusted. Besides, it's my property."

"Umm..." Covia gazed unconvinced. "No. I don't trust any Manuix even to the smallest of their cells. Not even it comes from your mouth."

"Covia."

"Lord. Are you serious forget what Manuix had done to Azzrevxil and the whole world?"

"She merely resembles Manuix. I'm confident she same innocent as the rest of us."

"No one innocent anymore. We both knew what we witnessed in the north."

This wasn't going to work. However, if I burst further, my mailbox would receive a letter with her name.

"Covia. I heard your grandson is going to become a teacher."

"How... you know that?"

How? Through my high sensitivity to Worldline of course. I had been experimenting a lot with World Value to the extend I could detect a fragment existence that stuck upon an object or person without World Vision. In Covia's state, I noticed a girl that bonded their relationship with the girl's dream to be a daycare teacher. Of course, the dream was about training children to use nanocells so they could live in Ewroz.

"What are you planning?" She pressed her fusing-chest.

"Nothing. Just imagine her with a full scholarship."

"Waltren." She sighed relief. "Are you try to kill old lady?"

"Obviously, not. If you disappear, I can't take care of her alone."

"So you shove burdens to me."

"Hah. Finally, someone gets it."

"Fine. I... I will provide her room, and, no! Let me finish this."

I tied back my lips since her choice as a housekeeper was her. And I needed her to clean my mansion in each reality. Right. Every mansion, every reality, every week.

"Just in case, I will set the room right in front of your bedroom. She can kill you first."

"I will load my gun if something happens. I promise. Many thanks."

"What with bowing? Stop being formal after I washed your underwear and cooked for you every day."

"No. I meant it."

"What happened to you lately? You acted really ghastly." Covia moved toward the house's port and carefully studied my face after putting the broom away.

I turned my eyes away. "How weird?"

"You look tired and death, ish, kind of."

"Death?"

Covia stepped back when heard Matrius called her from the above floor. "I'm coming! Wait for a sec! Hah... This old man. Well, Waltren. Bring her home and I see what I can do to treat a sick girl."

Although Covia was a married person, Matrius was single and a loner. They weren't husband and wife but happened to work together. And Matrius' personality gave Covia a troublesome time.

"I guarantee she will not bite you."

"Oooooh, Dear! Ahahaha! Say that to the north of here." She abruptly shut my connection from the house's port.

I yanked the cable off my chest. Glanced at Siqura, I heaved her on my back and commanded Vilvua to control Acrobon and protect us from wild aliens. The axot spread out of my body and bloomed itself in front of me like a webbing plant.

* * *

In my personal gym room, I heaved two dumbbells to freshen my muscles so I could keep up with my job as a reserve soldier. With nanocells actively in the survey, I didn't need to hash down any protein to renew a broken tissue. The process was automatic.

Yet, I was curious by how the muscle grip didn't scream when I added more round to it. I didn't even have to squeeze power for myself against the dumbbell. Usually, I'd done my round here without expanding my muscle more than obliged. However, reflecting on how this training had a naught impression, I switched my sets to a barbell and increased its weight twenty times than the previous dumbbell.

Still, I could haul all those padded-metals without a single tired-sweat coming from my face. Like holding nothing.

As the wheel load stacked on the side barbell, my one arm started shaking. Looked like the limit had been revealed. Yet, where the after-training pain? Only my nanocells broadcasted to my brain erzon how overloaded my arm could support.

Did genome regenerate new organs at cost of destroying the pain receptors? I let the barbells dropped right on my foot. Definitely, a sound of ankle broke and floor shattered. My nanocells repaired the bone back to its shape upon the damage.

This body felt light. No tired. No slowpoke.

Took a bath, I spent time in my room, waiting for Covia to finish a real-dinner.

The paper in my hand received light from the table lamp; a long rod with its tip shone using glowing genome. On the paper, there was a blueprint plan titled {Compatibility Genome}, a thing that I struggled to produce; a nanocell that worked in other realities than Alien Reality.

As it was worldwide known, nanocells only functioned in brains that had resistance against them. Could imagine nanocells as a double edge sword.

If the resistance was too low, the brain would certainly be exposed to overheat management and put a risk of the entire brain's tissue damage. Like a muscle, the brain could be coached alright to boost several nanocells that could be operated in real-time. This was achieved by using nanocells each day, slowly ruptured the boundary wall, and rooted into a deeper consciousness.

Of course, I was the exception in this logic because I had six bodies in other realities, the total nanocells I — my brain — could handle was unbelievable even to Manuix. And that counting was still towering as if there was always a room for expansion and optimization. While the novelty of experience drained to pale, the skill I gain permanently attributed to my characteristics such as Materialization, Computation, Transmutation, and other skills that should be mastered by long years of training. And the life expectancy of Alien Reality was short. Very short, including a sense of time, I felt an instant superior to everyone here. Of course, I hid that secret.

Through all these painful-stack experiences, I obtained a new idea for my next invention: all in one genome with perfect stability. My goal for the project from World Blueprint.

So far, I was stalled behind Compatibility Genome, to erase limitation for anyone's brain with zero resistance. Specifically, someone who wasn't born in Alien Reality and had no early exposure to using nanocell. A job of daycare teacher.

{Biology Flexible} Genome what I named the project. For short, Bioflex. I already included its own nanocells so it didn't require any placement anymore. It was just every time I jumped between realities, the nanocells lost stability, and Management Genome had to call a self-annihilation inside the ill nanocells.

I had almost all blood samples except from Steam Reality which could be rearranged later. For now, I placed the vial of blood from Vishell into the test tube rack on my desk.

Then I grabbed the first one which blood from Takahiro. Science Reality. He was an owner of Program Blueprint. I already did with Blueprint Reality, blood was given by Reylaw, so Science Reality was the next procedure.

I pulled a box from the shelf and with full care, I let tiny droplet blood — who knew where Takahiro got it — inside the cornered glass. Then I jacked into the box, Genome Reader. DNA data, graphs, time tables, and other numbering info popped out into the view. That was a lot of information inside such as if someone who graduated from special ten Blueprint Reality's academies could only learn more about a human structure inside Alien Reality through Alxience. Alchemy Reality was another choice but they tended to focus on the medical perception rather than human biology.

Genomes mostly were built by extracting them from modified animals — or aliens basically — since they're could partly accept the nanocell transition without over-changed their bodies. Manuix broke that clear law. Even though the result was obvious, some Manuix still executed a human experiment in a secret by kidnapping people around who had no connection to any colony. In this age, nobody minded about anything other than their own colony. Thus zero safe lands except inside any colony. I was stubborn. I wanted to live outside. But due to my skills and the benefits I could give them, I was still under the protection of the colony.

Another part I wanted inside Compatibility Genome to prevent such flesh gore by making it matched with human genomes — every organ. No exception. In Science Reality, some of the genomes were known as a system such as Nerve Genome to Nervous System, Bone Genome to Skeletal System, Blood Genome to Blood Circulatory System...

No meatball.

Which Bioflex was like a human experiment attempted by Manuix. But I had a lot of knowledge in my head to make up for erzon. Also, my body didn't turn toast from using it and If it did, I had more than six bodies to swap while the last one was restored. Bioflex Genome didn't complete yet but still usable for me.

"Seven realities plus full human body genome." I readjusted my position on the seat. "How I can deal with these?" I looked at the blood rack again.

I placed the opaque-cardboard down and started listing ideas I got from reading Science Reality's blood. They didn't have very high resistance to radiation let alone nanocell. So, I had to give a conditional statement when the genome detected a Science Reality's body, it'd activate some sort of immunity genome.

The notes began lengthened with what-if possibilities from a memory living in Science Reality. Mentality, technology, culture, lifestyle, size of average organs, lifespan...the list went on until someone tapped — with some interval in the between — the room's door.

"[Covia.]" She said wistfully from outside. "[Come downstairs, come out now. Don't stay on the desk for too long. It's not good for your back posture.]"

I didn't finish reading in time. Many more flaws had to brute-force before I could start designing a reliable genome and add it into Bioflex's collection. A normal nanocell had a limited size of space for genomes to implant but that flaw, I already found a solution by using World Void. Every nanocell inside Bioflex had a shard of the void.

Dropped the lushroom-ink pen, I rolled my chair back and disconnected from Genome Reader before I left the desk. My nanocells sent the off signal on the table lamp unconsciously; I did that almost a million times. I walked toward the grand wooden door. It might look expensive but actually, I stole the doors in the other mansion that had been abandoned.

Held the doorknob, I entered the password signal with my nanocells and inputted one location name almost in an instant. The door supposed to lead into the hallway on the second floor but, as one guess, it was a mini-portal, my other invention based on World Blueprint. Every door in this mansion had this arrangement.

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"Come hurry. I perfected every day of my real cooking skill so you didn't have to refuse my handmade genome anymore."

"Yea yea." Matrius tossed a faded working-cap onto the table and dragged the chair without caring for the noise. "Enough of the shit. More than enough, swallow your rubbishes day and today."

As it happened to be, my bedroom and the dining room were connected by this door. I made sure to shut the door tightly before exit so it'd reset the target location. If not, the door on the second floor would lead to the other side of this dining room. The replacement existence of World Blueprint. The only difference, it didn't use high consumption from the door's World Value.

"Don't say that, old man." Covia organized the plates, spoons, knives, and finally drink glasses. "No one a better tester than you."

"Give me back all my hella la-mare. Get all on."

I tottered to one chair while turning around. "Where is Siqura?"

"Siqura? Oh, that young woman. Little cold. She can't out of the bed yet. I will get the food later."

"How bad was she?" I lowered my body and shoved the chair into the dining table along with my legs. "Did we out of medical exome?"

"Yes, that." Covia grabbed one huge plate of cooked meat and place it in front of my reach. "Strangely, I injected her with ten exomez and none of them at work despite my charge. I gave other medicines but the only elixir seemed serving properly. Temporary."

My question had been answered. World Blueprint gave a new body and life experiences — a basic study of blueprint — when set synchronization was used. But since I had no chance of testing it before, the mind, or more drastically the soul, happened to be the same in each body.

This might interfere with the medical nanocells from treating Siqura's cold. Even one body accepted the nanocells, the other six denied them.

"Interesting."

"Hah..." Covia sighed with a small jab into my shoulder. "A soldier and an alxientist. A truly peculiar mix. Stop thinking about your alxientic project while here, would you darling?" She then placed my favorite cup of green tea. "Here your erzon taste."

"Why it's erzon?"

"How not? It's normal for a long grownup man like Matrius but you should get a beer or something powerful for your body's nutrients. Life is short. And don't mess up my frail heart each time you proceed to war with alienz. Eat vegetables too. Here."

"Who said a green tea for old sack only?"

"I did. Why no beer-buddies around you?"

"Tea-buddies av, if you asking me."

Matrius sipped from the smoky cup with both hands. "Haah! Uuulaaa! Lo lo love this love. People in other realities better showing gratitude for their parents. Not like this stupid lovemaking pissing war breaker with dead nets everywhere. Everyone likes shit timebomb, swear, each time I looked inside their hungry rat-eyes. Wasting nanocells on the defense system when they tried to steal food storage from this mansion. Meh, people more painful lass than killing alienz." He finished the sentence with another sip.

I stared at a trace burn at the front extension of the cap. "I appreciate your protection."

"Go the hell your shitty appreciation! If I found a job inside the colony, long gone."

My mother used to complain pretty much every single chance including how she regretted giving me birth. But if my mother really hated me to the core, would I survive until today? I understood that Matrius didn't mean and he only wanted to let the frustration out as my mother would do. After all, this place was more secure than any colony.

Like blueprint said, {An experience gives more insight to the future problem and increases effectiveness for how you approach the problem}.

As I ate everything on the plates and drunk to the last drop of green tea, I noticed Covia holding a tray of porridge for Siqura. "I will bring that. Need to check her condition with my new axot." I quickly finished the meat with a smashed-potato scoop.

"Have you replace a medic soldier now? To get closer to Noelon." She proceeded to talk about Noelon as if it was a thing now. "It's hard to see fateful love at this current age where everyone could satisfy each fetich in Ewroz."

I shut my mouth from the reply and spoke about someone else. "Dacrius...who tossed my submission out of the window."

"Another your gamz, huh..."

"Well, I have an axot that purposely made to suit every role." I grabbed the tray off her holding. "Even it's not medic axot, I'm still accumulated better EXP(RPG experience) with my genoxien proficiency."

"Sure you do. Just careful on the way in. She had been getting ill dream each time she bore her closed-eyes."

"I thought someone hates Manuix here."

"SHE IS MANUIX?" Matrius tightly shook his nape as he wore the cap. "Damn those psychos. Damn! Damn!" He paced toward the other side, muttering to himself for a while before the stop. "I-I... I will go with you tonight. Better than staying with one of their spawnings." He said to Covia. She gave a nod before Matrius was gone.

"She...different," Covia said tranquility how she thought about Siqura. "Unlike what I have usually known. Anyway, I Matrius will out to maintain your other homes. Just for tonight, visit her once in a while and don't camp near the desk. Go to the bed when sleep. I will back tomorrow before the sun. Time surely moved a bit slower in there(s)."

"True." I wondered what was wrong with Alien Reality. I knocked on the door four times in the dining room after I connected it into the room where Siqura staying. "Waltren."

The door behind me was shut as I made a way through the darkness. Light comfortably developed out of the wall above the bed. It was a squared-flat lamp that was installed with a medical-purposed genome; it readjusted the density to bring the sleeper into a remedial brainwave phase.

Consequently, the moment my footstep stamped on an unseen doll, a tiny laugher voiced out, turning the lamp a hard-glow mode, therefore, preventing resting upset, slowly forced the sleeper to awake like after lagging out from Ewroz. I stationed the tray on the short-cupboard and flicked the doll's laugher shutter. In its hand, there was a knife. Also, sharp teeth drew conically on the face.

Halloween month? I wondered I should visit Ewroz later to meet with old friends and fool around with two or three gamez if it was an event holiday. I heard Ewroz had been renewed with massive patches a couple of weeks ago. Was it version twelve-point-O now?

"How your senses?" I picked a medical genome inside the tray and injected it on her skin.

With blanket stacked upon her dress — I questioned why Covia didn't give her new clothes — she glanced at me while tried to pry her eyes open.

"Mom."

"Who —"

"Mom!"

"Stop." I grabbed her face. "Who is your mom?"

"Mom..." Siqura's arms went limp along with her tone.

"I put the food there. Eat it."

"What time...now?" She pulsated her stare to the tray and grabbed the salad mayonnaise-dressing bowl.

"Eleven —"

"I... I need to work." Siqura tried to raise from the bed with the bowl in her arm, the wet towel on her forehead dropped. "If not we have a tough time again this month — aah!" She fell after knocked her thumb on the side bed.

"Sigh..." "You're not in the working condition. Get a rest."

"Is that smell...food?"

"You just eat ."

"Porridge." Siqura crawled toward the cupboard and deposited her chin there. She looked at another bowl with some spicing and leaves mixture flattered out from it. "Yeah! Help me, Mom? Aaa..." She enlarged her mouth.

"Why not eat yourself?"

"Please, Mom."

"Who is your mom?"

I didn't have much time to stay at home and had been planning to toss it all for continuing my project. Taking care of people wasn't my main purpose. Why Covia ran away?

Maybe, I could just leave her alone. But when I thought about how I was bedridden before moved to Blueprint Reality's hospital, I tried to understand what my mother had been through. She supported my unknown disease after the very responsible father I never met ditching us here at this very place when the house was nothing but a single room with holes caught a cold wind.

"Hah..." I grabbed the bowl with a spoon. "Open your mouth." I gave her four bites before she fainted from overheated. That explained her outlandish behavior. The bowl still had leftover inside.

Should I squeeze a food genome instead? I doubted with current total nanocells her brain could control during the vulnerable state. It would taste disgusting.

My mother... why she didn't leave me alone if she hated my existence so much?

This was my limit. Anything longer, I would kick her out of the mansion.

I activated Acrobon's mask to examine Siqura's health. It wasn't that hard to find out she had an illness called Gate Sickness. Because it was something that had been in the back of my mind since I started the Bioflex project.

* * *

Gate Sickness was an illness that could be infected by crossing between two worlds and the starting point always where they're born. precisely.

The sickness was familiar with Ceunal and anyone who wished to experience a separate reality. In addition to that, very lethal. The only solution we had now was to bring them immediately to their homeworlds, respectively. Though, still, it wasn't a pleasant solution.

My Bioflex project wasn't a small concern built on a wimp. It was my main purpose as an owner of World Blueprint. To build a solution for that sickness — since I could jump between worlds at the snap of my fingers — was only the beginning of the aim for the project. The word {Blueprint} was obviously a schematic of something.

This what Reylaw had told us — Imperfect Blueprint owners — to develop something, regardless of for personal benefit or for mankind as long as each one of us didn't use Imperfect Blueprint directly to change the world. And a new owner always tricked to a straightforward method. Lraden as an example.

Halted my previous intention, I shifted to plan for making the nanocells could be used in Magic Reality; Siqura's homeworld.

I didn't want to toss the used-blood in the Genome Reader, so I picked a spare one in my lab. I returned to the room as brainstorming in the lab would distract me.

It was one vell of depressing days.

The reason for this sigh was that magic had to be cast by valuing an emotional response. Something Alien Reality lacked. Any alxientific attempt would put Magic Reality into the unbreakable asylum. I still remembered how much I struggled to acquire Magic and required Reylaw's guidance to convey emotion for the spell to materialize.

The way of study between these two realities was too much of the gap that it couldn't be fill in without blueprint, alchemy, and rune art. They had the balance between logic and emotion.

Science certainly didn't work the moment they studied emotion as a logical observation. It worked at first but started to stray away by making a relationship with the part of organs. Emotion wasn't a physical object.

Geonstruct had a mini subject called {gsein}, a geonstructical study of supernatural. Like psychology, gsein rose with a good history of how geonster(engineer) sorcery work and showed one or two gear mechanisms that found through trial, error, and adjustment. But as it went deeper, they began making an assumption about mechanisms that couldn't be sure for their purposes inside any mechanical construction.

Inverauto Gear could be one magical-thing but the owner of Construct Blueprint, Gearizen, never published the gear inside Steam Reality.

Therefore, if I wanted to understand Magic with Alxience, I had to use those three pieces of knowledge and link between them. And I already envisioned how difficult it'd be.

I saved the genome data in virtual format by scanning the page and walked toward Ewroz at the corner of the room. I entered inside.

I spent a night inside the Olizzane layer to lengthen a limited brainstorming time and straight to my virtual home without looking around.

About nine hours of Ewroz time — really don't pay attention much — my mailbox lit up in my HUD eyes. I sent a signal to nanocells, Ewroz allowed my action by turning the virtual grey button into a green. Simple animation of course, but I hated those flashy mascots, so the window program just popped like an old-school OS. There was no benefit to investing in a good looking mailbox.

The mail content told me the Ewroz alarmed a sound from my door.

There was no log out button. The connection would be severed once the diver refused to give control of the owned nanocells into the main brain inside the colony's port. I did it and I found myself sitting on the gaming special looking seat, very short headache as if the main brain discovered me as a hacker. No motion sickness because the nanocells were always controlled by me. Unlike old nanomachines.

I got up from the seat and looked at the door for a brief moment before decided to snatch my pistol and a capsule under the Ewroz seat and rolled toward the door.

Without saying a word, Vilvua freed itself from the painting of Mona Lisa — she loved that picture for some reason — and switched the Acrobon before leaned next to the door.

I unsealed the egg-ball capsule, a small organism that had a tail of a scorpion and a body disguise of a sandy-crab. Its weapon was four sharp-arms. "" My lazy second pet for an alien weapon. "Melee distance."

Crecry intruded inside and spread nanocells around until the pistol became alive. The barrel turned into a mouth and four bigger arms spawned from the sides and pointed at the place where I aimed. With a green aiming laser. At the door.

I had told Matrius and Covia to knock four times in rhythm based on a time of the day and said their name afterward. If scavengers, they could make a fake voice but the rhythm made it hard to use unless they stole military axot. The chance was rare because only soldiers were trained to mesh together with aliens without destroying their organs in the process and causing paranoia; worst enemy.

How about Siqura? Covia might tell her about my room.

Still, I didn't want to risk it since I used to have an alien waiting at the other side of the door when I first built this mansion, and Matrius wasn't hired yet. Alienz weren't smart absolutely but could noiselessly copy an artless human action of knocking. Of course, the knocking on the door was out of rhythm.

Slowly, Vilvua reached the door as I taught it.

"[Mom...]"

I smacked my head and turned around. I stored a gun under Ewroz.

"[Mom... Are you sleeping?]" She coughed. "[Mom... Mom......]"

"Open," I said.

Vilvua acted on it and Siqura crumpled to inside with a pillow in her arm.

I connected a small memory device — similar to a pen drive — to Ewroz and transferred all my files from my virtual home into it while studying at Siqura.

"Mom... Let me sleep with you tonight."

"Go ahead." I gave a small pointer to where my bed. I was too busy with my project to even care.

Tramped toward the bed, fell onto it, she pulled the blanket like a hibernating bear. Her half-opened eyes flickered constantly watching surrounding. I ripped Acrobon's head and shoved it into my head to examine her health state. It seemed her temperature rising again.

A very typical symptom of Gate Sickness.

Every reality had a unique air or environment that most living bodies unable to handle. World Blueprint converted a person's body and memory in the brain of the body's existence, therefore made the person immune to the Gate Sickness.

However, World Blueprint wasn't able to covert specifically the mind of the existence. Their conscious, spirit, or basically their souls. After living for a long time in one type of environment, having to change it all would strain mentality a lot, stripped bit by bit until none were left. Moreover, Gate Sickness was sourced from the mind. I couldn't delete its existence without causing an issue with Siqura's original Worldline.

It took at least ten days for the synchronized mind to work well but with one new body. But again, Siqura had been activated set synchronization all at once, turning her one mind against eleven bodies. That was like ten brain freezes jammed into a brain every one zovfe.

To keep her value stable not far from its point before received World Blueprint's ownership percentage, she had to display a very extreme unhealthy adaptability against new realities. Siqura managed to do it not just seven realities but also four more. That was too hardcore consider she learned nothing about World Blueprint.

It wasn't my choice or even part of it to search for someone with a great good of heart. Nothing more important than a great good of adaptable mind.

Looking at the notepad, I pondered for a while if I needed anything more before I could start constructing the Magic Reality compatibility genome. I skimmed a few more times before decided three genomes would be done to create that miracle. Having alchemy really helped me with the conversion rate. Something absent from Manuix's alxientistz.

I collected my stuff and prepared to go into the lab. But before I hit the door, Siqura began coughing and mumbling {Mom} and probably her friend's names. I grabbed medical genomes from the emergency box and gave her two shots.

Three. Four. Then ten shots before the screaming stopped. However, the temperature continued to escalate until the skin turned tarnish. Siqura needed to be treated immediately by sending her to her homeworld.

If I did that, there was a high chance she would losing the ownership right. Once World Blueprint rejected her, there was no way to turn back even I tried.

After witnessing her brilliant performance, I wished there was more time to build the Compatibility Genome.

Her face was contesting to dying-breathing. I argued whether other selections would be better. Siqura and Lraden were the only selections that grew out of my expectation.

However, Lraden failed to maintain his World Value at least a day as if it was stupid to not utilize it when he had it. And this thought was told by Reylaw as a sign that the person not suitable for it.

"Siqura Selvona," I said to see her open her eyes. "Do you want to call it out? From the ownership?"

"Call out...?"

Seemed it would be hard to explain about World Blueprint. Since she completed the first test, I should tell her after she healed a bit.

Then I remembered something that should be happened early if I not too overfilled with the project.

"Elixir."

Covia had told about using elixir to stop Siqura's temperate from clocking up.

I hurried to my well-lit lab, rummaging inside the freezer. An {Elixir} labeled space on the weightless-metal shelf was empty of nothing but the flurry of ice.

Moved out from the cold, I looked through the other side of a solid glass wall, at the door, thinking decision I should make now.

I grabbed one suitcase below the desk and jumped into Alchemy Reality.

The warmness chopped away as if the whole room was the next freezer. I glad I kept my Worldline synchronized once in a while. But the body still had a slightly offbeat action when there was a box of food cans in my arm. What my other self here was doing?

The room transferred into a food storage basement since I didn't have a lab in Alchemy Reality.

Put aside the food cans, I checked for an elixir just in case, yet nothing to spot for.

I pressed a hidden switch. From the floor, it Materialized out one standing rod with a digit timer on top of it.

I switched my existence with the rod, instantly I stood on the rod's location while the rod took mine. The timer started, stating a countdown before our existences switched back.

Exited from the mansion, immediately a short World Scroll flashed my chest with erzon xen. It knocked my brain, drawing out memory from my Worldline, the alternate of myself had encountered a woman who tried run from somebody. The food cans I had just now was for her treatment. She was on the second floor.

Same situation but with different sick women. Though, it could be another version of Siqura. But since I set a lot of synchronized and unsynchronized, it could be the other story.

This {fixing kind memory} occurred whenever there was a conflict between two of my Worldlines that struggled to coordinate. And if it was deserted too long, the synchronization became impossible thus I'd stand in a strange place inside Alchemy Reality every time I jumped.

If World Blueprint didn't give me the warning, I was sure I would regret this effort later.

I recovered the synchronization to this reality, soon my memory blended together, evoked a feeling as if I had lost memory before. Essentially, even there were many bodies, all of them were derived from a fraction of my only one Worldline. If one hurt, each of the bodies would undergo the pain.

There was a street with scarcely light out from the glowing jades of street lamps. All shops, hotels, and residential buildings were sealed. I brought the mental map of the town, locating four pharmacies.

Bolting to the first one, it was shut with no lightning coming out from the windows. Since it was small, the owner might have a house and not have lived here.

The second drugstore was nightly rent but all elixir stock happened to be sold out. I sprinted out when the clerk explained the reason; something about Plomunic.

Came to a third location. It was demolished among many other shops under a broken aether ship. Looked like their experiment with a flying transport ended not well.

My final destination to the fourth pharmacy resulted in disaster too. It wasn't even there, replaced with a bazaar lot, spreading to the center of the town. The mental map I had before and after was disrobed with one of the mayor's developments.

The trains didn't active at night. All towns and cities from here were about two hours on a psion bike. Gate Sickness couldn't have waited. I had to make a final decision. And this was my last chance —

Without a lot of idling, I rushed to my mansion and brought my bike from the garage.

The bike used both eufbauna and new aether energy to create more affordable energy called psion. Both vacated-opaque spheres — back and front — when I slid the encrypted-key into the hole and pulled the string next to it at my arm's length, the psion was poured into the wheel spheres, I could hear the gulping as the raising liquid was filled them.

Once they fulled, I pushed two safety switches up, the wheel balls began turning from above axis rotation. A mist slowly expelled out from them, lit up the garage without demanding a secondary light source.

I twisted the right grip to frontward while the left grip to backward, the spheres circled the whole bike at its center of gravity. The faster I adjusted the grips, the large amount of mist produced without thickened my vision.

Somehow this reminded me of during I and Siqura first met. I had lived in Veizralia and visited every place, searching for a future owner of World Blueprint. I met her when I visited Finolist Academy, my sixth sense overheard the danger of someone drown behind the school. There when I saved her from sank too deep into the swamp as someone attempted a murder.

If I didn't expel water in her lungs, she'd die.

Yet, she acted after as we just met. So I wondered if the same thing would insult me now? Not like I bothered but annoyed when somebody saved her life and she replied by tossing the deed to the bottom lake like a meaningless rescue.

I drove the psion bike like crazy, crushed through the front gate without closing back, and sped to the next city as chaotic as I could. I tried to skip the two-hour distance as much as possible.

* * *

By the time I arrived home — supplying a share of elixirs to my existence there — Siqura was almost dead-looking with her life pulse dropped to the bottom. I heaved her to my shoulder, shoved her into the lab's door, and ignored through the security check before it read my nanocells first. Lockout and all turrets activated but only for two seconds. Sound like exploded out there.

Placed her inside the medical capsule pod's bed, I used a traditional method to flow elixir into Siqura's body. With a tiny long tube and one needle.

It should temporarily calm the Gate Sickness for a while.

I took out the vial of blood from Vishell and poured it into the flask without pausing.

Throughout the night, I had concentrated on constructing the Compatibility Genome from various other genomes. Finished the small total of the outcome, I injected nanocells inside Cisr cell which then produced an egg. It'd take time, so I waited by reran the check to make sure everything in the right place.

After one hour of painful-waiting, the Cisr enlarged but not big enough to harvest the nanocells. Regardless of that, I poked with a syringe and extracted only the portion of it so the Cisr could continually generate the nanocell. I delivered a shot to Siqura and the monitor broadcasted how the nanocells couldn't be registered into Siqura's brain. I executed the registering program and then moved the Cisr egg into the room back there to improve its growth rate.

Two hours later, still reading the papers since if something went wrong I had a chance to cut the link, Matrius and Covia walked out from the main portal at the other side of the room. Gave one glance at them, I stared back to the physical computer screen, showing a lengthy list in the log window while at the top had a progress bar saying {Calibration Progress...98%}.

Since I didn't have Siqura's biometric, DNA, genomes, and her brain pattern, the nanocells had to build her body map so it could change her genomes and slowly making it suitable to live in Alien Reality as well as others.

All skyrocketed-price of elixir I bought had become empty vassal bottles. Well, it was just two percent and it seemed the Gate Sickness didn't yet go haywire. I had time. I had my needed time. Just a little.

"Waltren!" Covia sped to me and shook her arms aimlessly. "What the vell happen in here?! Lord! This house was robbed too?"

Papers and boxes of exomez littered in the room toward the glass wall where I broke in.

I didn't feel tired, sleepy, or uncomfortable from working all night except for Siqura's well-being.

However, I just didn't have time to clean the mess since building a genome from scratch wasn't an easygoing task.

I might look all smart with computers running around but it was just a few scraps I obtained from other realities. If I a bit smarter, I might able to finish this in just one or two hours. Or I really grew old and didn't feel like it. Sigh.

Somehow I wished there was a genome that allowed me to become a baby one more time. Not man, teenager, or child, but a baby. Being old was the worst if I couldn't save at least one life in front of me now.

"Your at Alchemy Reality is gone from the garage! The gate is broken. And the food storage is robbed too."

"Vehicle? Mmh..." Since I swapped back with the rod in the basement, I had to leave the psion bike at the city. "I took it outside to get some elixirs for her."

"Her? Is the lady going to be okay?" Covia stood next to the bed of the capsule pod, staring at the serene face. She was now. "Do you found the cause of her cold?"

"Gate Sickness." I pulled the paper, again to make sure I didn't forget anything. Erzon wasn't allowed to have in the genome, especially after it resided inside a human body. It was risky to test on a human first but I had no animal as a test subject. "Remember? The one I told you before about traveling to the other world."

"Have you told me such a thing?"

"I did. Gate Sickness didn't have yet a cure."

Matrius — with a new raincoat jacket — didn't hang up here and went straight to the door. Covia moved many plastic bags with a logo commonly seen in Science Reality and adjusted her grip to make sure they didn't escape.

"Hah... I don't understand. Anyway, I obtained a recipe there to cook for a sick person. I will finish this before she awakens. Must have a high appetite after all nanocells circularized inside her veins."

"I didn't use that many. No time."

"Can't believe that when you're so nanocell-addictive."

I stopped my hand from injecting myself with nanocell. "I need nanocells to survive."

When the {Calibration Progress} ticked to 99%, all of sudden the log displayed several alarming lines. This was bad. The progress continued running despite a million erzon relating to compatibility erzon.

I tapped the escape button three times; it did nothing to force-exit the program. Therefore, what more to do, I punched the computer.

* * *

I spent a long day interrogating the dysfunctional-computer to get a reason why it decided to throw Compatibility Error on me despite all what-if questions I had been rectified off.

Soon after, I discovered the problem with Bioflex Genome was to be exactly the compatibility erzon.

My engineered plans and genomes to combine, all were perfectly structured in a way to prevent instability. However, compatibility with Magic Reality wasn't the reason for erzon but the foundation of the genome itself, the body — no, Siqura's brain specifically. Her brain functionality didn't exist to command nanocells for behavior as what I intended it to.

For illustration, it started when the brain began an internal healing process. The nanocells picked up the brain signal, checking if Siqura's mind matched with Alien Reality. Since it was not, Bioflex Genome restarted Siqura's body by putting her into a deep sleep and then fixed the problem with Compatibility Genome before woke her up again.

Through Bioflex, the genome intercepted the brain signal and converted it to something more complex; it turned the brain signal into a modded signal. So far so good, the process was what I anticipated.

However here was the problem. The erzon began to dance when the brain didn't know what was the modded signal, therefore, the brain justified the modded signal as an evil bacteria and reverted from healing into attacking, rendering the body over-hyperactive. This caused serious damage to the Nerve Genome, Anti-bacteria Genome, and I didn't sure how much cost her body received more.

And since Bioflex Genome used World Void — strong material — the brain couldn't rid the nanocells, thus fell into infinity loop where it didn't stop despite the erzon, gradually destroyed the brain at a molecular level. True. Every the brain genome.

This was bad. I couldn't just replace her brain or reformatted a part of it to translate the Bioflex Genome's signal. That what Manuix attempted to do. To them, if a human couldn't evolve with improved-nanocells, let changed the human body structure and turned them into a cyborg. Unfortunately, that was how their old colony turned into meatball.

Because I didn't realize this before, Siqura's brain became a self-destruct bomb. She survived only and only by any chance, her never-seen blueprintic dress, halted the nanocells development in unknowing methods. I didn't pry more to that.

"What am I doing?" I stared up and asked the inanimate-ceiling that had been staring at me for long years of me sitting on this seat. This inhuman operation was much lower deserve than Manuix. What in the first place did I think when I injected the untested genome into Siqura? It worked for my body but I had no proven database to be true for everyone else. Covia was right. I needed to have beer-buddies so I could share this hopeless discovery.

I finished engineering an emergency exome and left the messed lab behind; stepped on a keyboard. I mentally linked the door right to the front house through my previous version of Bioflex nanocells.

Immediately, I saw Siqura sat at the flat-side stairs with her face covered in the mask and head shut inside a headphone. They had a surface of blueprint and originated from the dress that was still shaded red since one hour ago. It was a lie to say I wasn't interested in how she obtained a blueprintic dress. Even more, advanced than what I learned in Brainxus's database.

The sky had been set to fragment evening and had a couple of minutes before it fell. However, Matrius already sent out new roaming wheeled-turrets to replace the ones that had been active since morning. Each turret had an alien inside that only meshed with the weapons when a threat was detected.

"Oh? We met again, aren't we — seni?" I said to the young woman, Ainari, because she blocked me from approaching Siqura.

"Did seni meet before?"

So each time Shulonro was cast, the spawned bond wasn't the same, therefore, no collection of last existence. Turning Shulonro to make a bond soul talking with a full personality only existed in theory and this was the first time I ever saw a questionable pseudo soul whether a fake or a real death spirit in front of me.

"Move."

"What?" Ainari jabbed the wand's head on my chest. "Don't sena know how to be a gentleman?"

I looked at the wrapped scarf on my neck. Did I need to get closer? "Do I not make myself clear, moody woman? I want to talk with Siqura. With or without your permission."

"Moody? Why is that? Sena is not moody." She already began charging its spell while asked. At this range, I better believed it would kill me. This wasn't a live bullet where I could take one or two. It was a speed-enhanced magical bullet. And Alien Reality's body had low resistance against magic.

"Do you really have to kill each person who contacts your summoner?" I didn't budge, kept my weight at the position. "This is my property that comes with law. And I am the law. Move."

"Unfortunately, sena am not a person."

"Not? Well, why I'm not surprised since you look almost as alive? Though, I'm pretty sure your queen has a desire for a chat."

"Of course, Siqura is not interesting to talk to dena —"

"Don't worry, Ainari," Siqura said.

"But... But..."

"You heard her, moody woman? Your queen has spoken. Better move or you might find yourself in jail with goblins. Don't blame me since you didn't heed my advice."

"Siqura is not like that! What is moody about sena?"

"Sigh. This is taking forever. Can you move if I give you one banana?"

"Haah?! Sena is not animal —"

"Ainari. Give seni a minute."

"Hm. Don't touch senan Siqura." She walked away and standing far away but facing here. With wand on the mid-casting. Glaring. And about to fly here.

"Siqura..." I called her name as politely as possible. Honestly, it didn't suit me. "I... am... apologize..." I lowered the speech rate so it sounded more guilty, since if this military enactment, either accepted a punch and public degradation before let the dispute ended straight away or just shut up put head close to the ground. But I didn't think this idea worked well for civilian regulation and neither it seemed a correct way to apologize.

"It's okay."

That was it? "Are you sure? I can give you money or something to make up for it. With my position, there is more than..."

She nodded with a gesture of not wanting to further the hatred spark.

Was this going to be alright? Most people would go mad and lost control if they found their bodies had been hacked and monitored. Some even decided to kill the person who registered the nanocells no matter how all of the nanocells had been washed away.

Because she had the right to seek something from me yet threw it without a second thought, especially when money was something she obliged, I'd support her final decision.

"Fine." I hung my hand in the air with a bunch of Alchemy Reality's banana. Natural yellow without white spot. "Want some? Covia has bought very compelling fruit."

She shook her head like a sulking girl.

"The nutrients will aid any lost energy during the Bioflex process —"

Her stomach grumbled, she squeezed her stomach tight and still refused by turning her head away. Looked like there was something weighted her mind than having her body hacked by Bioflex.

"My nanocells I injected you with consume a lot of body nutrient than usual rate. Your Blood Genome will get worst and expose to alien viruses."

She dropped a glance to her stomach before turned here. "T-Then... I will take some." She handpicked one for long but ate it afterward in merely three seconds. With high food appetite after reduced by Bioflex nanocells, she snatched the whole bunch and chomped everything. Her action was unstoppable until I interrupted...

"How your eyes and ears?"

She returned the unwrapped banana down. "They stung. I...can't hear and see anything but the mask and headphone helped me a bit."

"Have this and it's will get better." I offered her emergency exome. "I don't know how the nanocells will transform you from now on but I already treated your Gate Sickness. Use this to eradicate them so any future erzon derived from it will be ceased. Even just a little."

"Gate Sickness..."

"An illness-causing when you travel into other reality — world. Though, the result is questionable. I try to see if anything I can do when the time comes."

She untapped the cap and thrust the needle into her bare wrist with slight hesitation. But she managed to give the shot and soon her dress lost the redness, slowly it drained into greyness with striped of greenness. The glasses and the headphone morphed into blueprint models before torn off.

It was still not believable. Who made the dress? It didn't seem something can be found at any boutique shop or under a rock.

"Do you, perhaps, experience a sudden change to the environment?" she asked.

"That {sudden} is called {jump}."

"Wait? Then you just like me."

"Are you an idiot? How come, man and woman, the same thing?"

"Sorry, I imply the experience of the jump."

Looked like this girl had a problem with her joke sense. "It will not be much but consider this brick another trial as a future owner of World Blueprint. I will tell you more later after I figured out more about Bioflex."

Siqura gasped and quickly faced me. However, her eyes heightened still sensitive to light, she briefly opened her eyes before closing them. "Are you Waltren by any chance?!"

"Yes. Did you hack my brain?"

"Can we do that?"

"Thanks for turning my joke into a pale."

"No. I don't know." She massaged her eyes beneath the skin. "But I feel I heard your name somewhere."

"You drown in the swamp in the past and I saved you. That's how we see each other although you sure cast me away that easy afterward, hah. Somehow I felt regret saving you. You better pay it back by becoming the best Imperfect Blueprint's owner that put others in shame."

"Do you meant it? I'm sorry if I don't remember — no. I recalled having fallen into the swamp behind the academy. And?" She cracked her eyes carefully as the sunset started, reduced the pain spooked into her eyeballs.

Our eyes met. Her eyes weren't like Veizralia despite my memory had been manipulated by her Worldline. However, she had an overall look like Manuix. Her white and black series of hair covered a side face that grew surprised by the sight of my face.

People did say I always had a terrific look but I didn't know it was so appealing to scare her more than just nanocells with a high chance of evolving her body into a meatball.

I turned around to make sure there was no alien standing behind me. Most movies had those craps. And I wouldn't hesitate to shoot my large amount of nanocells at them.

Only Matrius who in his schedule to examine the condition of some Alxientic turrets.

"Did the emergency exome give you a headache?"

Her finger ran to her lips as the trace of banana was there. She dodged her face down afterward.

"Are you seriously okay? My nanocells have a chance of killing you. Say it if you have bad taste or something."

Since she didn't react, I walked two more steps down. But she started shivering and flipped to the other side of the stairs. I caught her before she fell.

Siqura's breathing pattern bounced around, her eyes quivering. Her face became redden, I wondered if the Gate Sickness arose again.

Before I command Vilvua to give me the Acrobon's helmet, Siqura shoved one banana into my mouth and hit me a couple of times to let her off. She didn't say a word, though.

I widened my arms, she collapsed to the other side and floated before dropped to the ground. Ainari who cast the spell, immediately, I was attacked with a warning shot.

"Why dena do to senan Siqura?"

I unwrapped my scarf and tossed it at her.

"W-What happened to sena?"

"I dispel you."

"Dena hear me? Don't touch Siqura or sena would devise a witch hunt and burn dena on the stick."

I devoured the banana including the skin and tore it apart while calmly expecting Ainari to expire.

"Aaah! Don't look here like this a show."

"Hah, this woman. Just shut up and die already before I finished banana. That is your purpose for the stageplay. I paid for the ticket."

"How heartless dena was? Never, sena, saw unpolite — ah! My legs!"

"Good. Now walk with two arms. You will attract more viewers and more fans later. Come on. Raise the skirt bit more."

"I don't want that!" Bit by bit, the mana had a hard time to contain, it dismissed and warded out from the doll as Ainari panicked to do anything. "I'm vanishing..."

"The show is over? Sigh. I'm not done." I certainly felt bad for her but this should teach her some lesson if some trauma managed to make it into the next spawning. I finished eating the banana and turned myself toward Siqura. "For now just stay one or two days and I will see if I can find a better solution for Bioflex Genome."

She still on the ground crawled back, "{Sicrony: Ensen Spigen}!" she requested the wand and then aimed it at me. But she couldn't keep up her eyes on me, fled her face down again.

But to prevent a second mistake, I checked behind to make sure no alien was hidden.

Her face still had aftereffect from Gate Sickness. I hoped the dress fix some not-fixable organs.

"Congratulation for succeeding in gaining a right to be the next owner. I will not put much promise. You can cancel the responsibility at any time as long as your ownership below fifty percent. That was a deal. You're the second generation of World Blueprint owner."

"Em?" Siqura stood as I walked toward the mansion. "What do you mean?"

"In long explanation, you will see the world differently from now on. In a short definition. Say goodbye to your fake life."