Chapter 3. That Man’s Name Is No. 6 (2)
“We’ve already detected more than five different types of DNA in your body.”
Seryun, who had volunteered to examine him, spoke in amazement while studying the test results.
Victoria immediately became excited.
“That means he’s incredibly versatile and capable, right?”
“Doctor, you really only hear the parts you want to hear.”
Seryun sighed and turned to No. 6.
“How many animals were combined to create you?”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t the one who made my body like this.”
No. 6 quietly looked down at himself.
From the beginning of his memories, he had always had this body.
Even he wondered how he had ended up this way.
“Chimeras combining humans and animals aren’t unheard of, but I’ve never seen one with so many different DNA samples. Abraxas must have put a great deal of effort into creating you.”
Seryun muttered something that may or may not have been sarcastic.
Victoria simply grinned.
“Hmm. Isn’t the important part that someone this talented just rolled into our restaurant on his own? And judging from what I saw, you’re really good with knives too.”
At that, No. 6 casually pulled out a dagger.
His movements were fast and completely free of waste.
“Of course I am. All I ever did was eat and train with these.”
He tossed the dagger into the air and caught it like a performer.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
Every time the blade moved, the sound of it cutting through the air was threatening.
Victoria watched in fascination.
“Aren’t you scared? A monomolecular cutter sounds dangerous.”
“That isn’t something I get to decide. The Twelve Archons, including me, obey Abraxas’s orders.”
No. 6 replied bitterly while gripping the dagger.
He had never chosen to freely use such a dangerous weapon.
He had never chosen to kill people with it either.
“How many of those daggers do you have?”
Victoria asked with interest.
No. 6 pointed toward his waist and trouser pockets.
“Six in total. Three on the left and three on the right.”
He pulled all six daggers out.
The longest was around thirty centimeters.
The shortest was barely the size of his palm.
Their sizes varied, but every single one was sharp enough to easily kill a person.
“They really are extraordinary weapons.”
Seryun stared at the daggers with great interest.
“Look. The blade itself is only about one molecule thick. In theory, there’s almost nothing it can’t cut.”
Seryun held a piece of tissue paper over one of the daggers.
The fluttering tissue touched the blade and was instantly cut cleanly in half.
Interest appeared in Seryun’s eyes.
“And it’s producing microscopic vibrations on its own. If something is pierced by it, the vibration alone could completely shatter the surrounding material.”
He was becoming noticeably excited.
More importantly, the way he kept praising the weapon clearly meant he wanted something.
No. 6 asked directly.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Ahem. As an alchemist, allow me to make a sincere proposal. I’d like to study Abraxas’s overtechnology weapon. So I would like to borrow one of these daggers for a limited period.”
No. 6 immediately shouted.
“Are you insane? That’s like asking a wild beast to lend you its fangs!”
From the moment he had become conscious, those weapons had never left his body.
He had never even imagined being separated from them.
“So? You still owe me for cutting off my head!”
Seryun remained completely unfazed.
“You didn’t die! You said you’re a Lich!”
“It was still unpleasant.”
Just as the argument was about to grow, Victoria quickly stepped between them.
“All right, enough!”
Then she glanced at Seryun.
“Lee Seryun, if you want to borrow a weapon from my restaurant’s chef, you should pay him properly. Don’t you think?”
“Of course.”
Seryun immediately presented his offer as though he had been waiting for this.
“I have connections to the black market. I’ll help create a new identity for you so you can move freely in Korea.”
“I don’t need that!”
No. 6 strongly refused.
Seryun sneered.
“Then how exactly do you plan to move around Korea while avoiding Abraxas? In this country, you can’t even use basic administrative services without a resident registration number.”
“That’s...”
No. 6 could not answer.
Seryun was right.
He had only thought about escaping.
He had never considered how he would actually live in Korea.
“Just do what Seryun says. He’s gloomy, antisocial, and has bizarre tastes, but his calculations are always exact.”
Victoria casually sided with Seryun.
Seryun looked offended.
“That was a compliment, right?”
“It was.”
“Then why do I feel insulted?”
“That’s just your imagination.”
No. 6 thought for a moment, then finally gave in.
“Fine. One week. That should be enough, right?”
“Of course.”
Seryun smiled in a way that sent a chill down No. 6’s spine.
For a moment, No. 6 wondered if he had handed over his weapon too easily.
[I have returned, ignorant lumps of flesh. Welcome the vanguard of mechanical civilization.]
Robert returned just then.
No. 6 glanced at him.
“Where did that scrap heap go?”
Victoria immediately scolded him.
“Oh, don’t say things like that about Robert. He’s been working hard for your sake this entire time.”
Robert beeped.
[Correct, ignorant lump of flesh. I have altered every CCTV recording containing you. There is now no trace that you ever came here.]
