Beast Slayer Online: Initialization
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Chapter 11
“Mentos, you’re too slow!”
Lannor was not surprised by the voice in his head. It belonged to the very thing that had kept him alive in this world.
Without it, he could hardly imagine how an utterly ordinary university student like himself could have survived more than three days in a place that devoured men without leaving bones behind.
“Feedback has been fully recorded.
Please be advised: the item under analysis is an artifact of extraordinary sophistication, demonstrating advanced integration of both biotechnology and unknown technologies.
Given your current knowledge level and my present processing capacity, completing the analysis within this timeframe was not entirely within expected parameters.
A degree of favorable variance was involved.”
The voice was neutral, unhurried, methodical.
It gave the impression of Jarvis from Iron Man.
Lannor admitted, that was one of the reasons he had named it “Mentos.”
Still seated in the mire of blood and dirt, the young man reached into the padded lining of his gambeson and drew out a cylindrical glass container, about the size of a can.
His fingers, crusted with dried blood, traced along the smooth surface.
The container looked fragile, but Lannor had already discovered that it was merely glass in appearance, in truth a material of remarkable strength.
In the scuffle with the Nekker earlier, if one of its claws had pierced the gambeson and struck the bottle, it would have been the Nekker’s claw that snapped.
Yet in stark contrast to the technological sophistication of the casing, the metal caps at the top and bottom were adorned to an extreme.
Ornate? Devout?
Lannor could not quite place the style. He had never encountered it before.
If pressed, he would have given it a rough answer, Gothic style.
Unfamiliar incantations were etched into the metal with exquisite craftsmanship, their flowing script both elaborate and austere.
And in the end, what mattered most about a container was what it held.
Inside was a small lump of flesh, its surface still twitching faintly as if veins pulsed within it.
It resembled the product of some biochemical experiment, carrying that same slick, visceral revulsion of exposed organs.
Yet paired with the high-tech casing and the overtly religious ornamentation, that revulsion took on a strange, alien sanctity.
Like crowning a grotesque alien statue with a holy diadem, then surrounding it with a ring of pure white candles.
This was, aside from Mentos, the only “gift” Lannor had received during his journey through the Void Sea.
He did not know what it was, but if he meant to survive in this world, there was no reason to waste it.
“Displaying analysis results.”
At the command, a surge of knowledge appeared in Lannor’s mind without warning.
Endless analytical formulas, biological theories, and fragments of viral research flashed past in compressed form.
The target of analysis, the lump of flesh within the container, was manipulated by Mentos in a demonstration.
The flesh was placed, precisely, within the human chest.
“Preliminary analysis complete.
The material in question has been identified as a component of a large-scale and highly sophisticated human enhancement system.
It consists of a series of engineered germinal cells and virus-like protein constructs. Through complex genetic modification, these units are capable of developing into various functional organs.
Based on these characteristics, provisional designation assigned: Mutagens.
Activation requirements:
Subject must undergo a vascular grafting procedure, implanting the material between the heart and the thymus.”
The demonstration was brief. With limited data, this was as far as Mentos could go.
It was good news. This lump of flesh could provide Lannor with what he currently desired most, an increase in personal combat capability under constant threat.
The thought brought him genuine satisfaction.
But the flood of analytical processes still left his head swelling with pressure.