A space behind the bricks at the end of an alleyway.
It is a pure white room.
A warding magic has been put up so that only authorized people can enter.
In the center of the room, there is a rectangular wooden table.
Surrounding the table were nine chairs, each occupied by young boys.
A dark-haired boy sitting on the short side of the table opened his mouth.
âSein is dead.â
Sein was the middle school student whose body had been found yesterday.
He was also an attendee of this meeting.
At these words, the other boys began to open their mouths.
âI didnât hear anything like this! What do you mean?â
The one who shouted the loudest was Dominic, the boy sitting farthest away from the black-haired boy.
âYou didnât hear? Itâs not a mistake that you didnât hear?â
The dark-haired boy asks back.
âYou said youâd give me strength! So!â
âSo, what? I didnât lie. In fact, you got the power. Isnât that enough?â
âSoâŚâŚ, that means you didnât tell me you could die from it!â
One after another, the boys said, âYes, yes.â
The dark-haired boy eyed them and narrowed his eyes.
âYou guys are misunderstanding something, arenât you? Did you really think that you could get the power without any sacrifice?â
âThatâsâŚâŚ. But you said that drinking it would give you power. You told me that if I drank it, Iâd get power, and Iâd get back to all the people who made fun of me!â
âYouâre an idiot. How can something be so convenient? Havenât you ever wondered? A potion that amplifies magic power just by drinking it. Iâm sure youâll be able to figure out why something that every wizard would want is going to incompetent people like you.â
âIncompetent?â
âWhatâs wrong with calling an incompetent person, incompetent? Itâs time to admit it, isnât it? Itâs time to admit that weâre not very good at what we do.â
âDonât be ridiculous!â
Dominic slammed the desk with a bang and stood up.
âThe potion I gave you is not a magic enhancer, by the way, it is a miasma powder. Itâs just that the magic and the miasma got mixed up and it was mistaken for an increase in magic power.â
âNo suchâŚâŚ. Iâve never heard of such aâŚâŚ miasma. Iâve never heard of such a thing.â
The boy in the room said, turning pale.
âItâs still in the experimental stage.â
âExperimentalâŚâŚ?
âWe have succeeded in turning the miasma into powder, but we donât know how to use it. Then weâll have to experiment. With just the right test subjects like you.â
âBastard!â
Dominic strode closer and closer to the black-haired boy.
ButâŚ
âUghâŚâŚâ
After a few steps, he held his head and crouched down.
âOh, yeah. The medicine I gave you guys earlier. Thank you for taking them all. It contains ten times as much miasma as the medicine Iâve been giving you.â
Triggered by the black-haired boyâs words, the boys began to groan.
âAhhhhâŚâŚâ
âHahahahaâŚâŚâ
âAaahhhh!â
Inside the room, the boys were slumped over.
What happens when a human ingests miasma?
The magic power and the miasma are temporarily fused, and it seems as if the total amount of magic power has increased.
However, the miasma is essentially incompatible with humans.
The human body rejects the miasma and death occurs.
So far, the black-haired boy had predicted this.
The boys were lying on the ground, and one by one, they stopped breathing.
Eyes wide open, drool coming out of their mouths, the boys greeted death with a look of horror.
In the quiet room.
âThis is the extent of it. It seems that the experiment is meaningless unless you have excellent individuals.â
The boys gathered here were all dissatisfied with their current situation.
It is easy to listen to the idea of giving them power, and they drank the suspicious medicine without questionâŚ
They are incompetent people who have no talent, make no effort, and are all about showing off.
The absence of them will have little effect.
The dark-haired boy approached Dominic, who was lying nearby.
âI was expecting a little more from him, though.â
He kicked and rolled Dominicâs body.
âWell, it canât be helped. Iâm sure thereâs plenty of material here.â
And thatâs when the dark-haired boy said.
âGukaaaaaa!â
Dominic, who was thought to be dead, suddenly sat up.
He held his chest and groaned.
âAh! Aah! Aaahhhh!â
The area around Dominicâs chest glowed white.
Dominicâs chest glowed white, flashing as if itâs pulsing with thuds, thuds, thuds.
âOh, my God, is that a success?â
The dark-haired boy watches Dominicâs movements.
Then a dazzling light shone from his chest.
The dark-haired boy closes his eyes at the sheer amount of light.
Then, the moment he opened his eyes.
âUrghhhh!â
There was a transformed Dominic.
His body was purple, with veins popping out from everywhere.
He was over two meters tall and looked as if his body had been forced to expand.
Only his face was no different from the original Dominicâs, and the way it looked made it even more distorted.
It can no longer be called a person.
Itâs a monster.
âBeautifulâŚâŚâ
You can find a lot of people who are interested in this kind of thing.
âWhat a beauty! You are the best materialââ
Before he could finish, the dark-haired boy said.
âHahaâŚâŚâ
Before he could finish, the black-haired boy was knocked to the ground by the monsterâs fist.
Then he turned on his back and looked up at the monster.
The eyes are filled with madness.
âOohh⌠Now, my⌠research will go much furtherâŚâ
Itâs a mess.
The black-haired boyâs face was crushed by the monster.
âGaaaahhh!â
And then Dominic shouted in a voice that lost all reason.