Chapter 80: On the Reverse Kabbalah Suppressor
It's done!
It was a small machine with a red button on it, and its overall shape looked a bit like "Don't touch me." This was the reverse Kabbalah suppressor that they had been working on by hand these past few days.
Because the materials were so incomplete, even after spending a lot of money, they couldn't find suitable materials. The special metal produced in the city simply didn't exist in this world.
In the end, they had to settle for second best, and the result was that the little machine was extremely fragile.
The good news is that once you've made the first one, the second and third can be done in just a few minutes. The bad news is that this device, which is practically a disposable item, is also very expensive.
Even if the managers acquired all of the buyer's assets, according to their estimates, it wouldn't last long; they would still need to find a way to make money...
I should have let him go sooner; I should have let him make some more money.
A soul that had completely vanished was unaware that it had inadvertently escaped a calamity.
The queen bee was like a giant cushion. After Abram finished making the suppressor, he collapsed onto the giant bee and didn't move. The other bee, Li Xiang, did the same. After struggling for a bit, he lay down on the table.
Binah, who provided technical support off the field, seemed to have burned out, or perhaps his time had run out, turning into a card and disappearing from the spot without even leaving behind a single LCB.
Suddenly, the supervisor, now all alone, placed the small device on the table where two researchers were lying on the side, and decided to go out for some fresh air.
Perhaps because his mind was too active, he wasn't sleepy at all, so he went out to check on how Gregor was taking care of his bird.
Because of its special nature, the Black Swan Dream was placed in the room next to them. Since their escape conditions were very strict, leaving them there and ignoring them was the best option.
And so, X walked out with two dark circles under his eyes that could randomly scare a passerby to death.
The corridor was filled with various materials that had been repeatedly tested, in other words, it was difficult to walk through. X played a real-life version of Minesweeper before he was able to enter the main house.
All they saw was the large bird's rear end blocking the door; all of the bird's eyes were looking outside. Gregor and the rest of the birds had disappeared.
What's going on?
As he approached, the giant bird also noticed the person behind him. It shifted its spherical body to make way for X, creating a gap large enough for him to squeeze through.
The young man with messy short black hair didn't move. He took two steps back and carefully examined the large bird blocking the door.
"Were you always this round?"
Why does the bird look even more spherical now? The original bird, while a sphere, was a relatively smooth one, but now it looks like an inflated balloon.
The big bird stretched out its round body, trying to prove that it was still the same size as before, but it turned out that it had gotten fat, just like the little bird.
X squeezed through the gap. It was indeed a solid bird. He had a hard time getting out. As soon as he stepped out, he saw the tall bird standing outside and the white sphere flying back.
What is this? A bird? His disciplinary bird doesn't look like this.
A tiny bird, much rounder than a circle, fluttered its little wings and flew towards X, landing in his arms and remaining still, as if it were a motionless doll.
X instinctively squeezed it; it felt very bouncy and solid. Since both birds were like this, then the third one…
Takabiya stretched out his slender neck, twisting it into a strange arc, and looked at the little ball of flesh that X was holding—no, the little bird.
Taking this opportunity, the supervisor also saw His physical condition clearly and was relieved. The Judgment Bird didn't seem to like eating much; He was still the same medium-sized ball.
“Where’s Gregor?” X asked the tallbird beside him.
Where did Gregor, who was supposed to be outside feeding the birds, go? Could it be that the two birds conspired to eat him like insects? That's why he got so fat.
Upon hearing the question, Takato turned his white head, covered by bandages, towards the young man with golden eyes, his red-edged ear feathers almost poking into X's face.
He demonstrated through his actions, "Are you sure you want to ask a bird that can't see anything?"
X chose to ask the bird with more eyes. The large bird, having lost its lantern, pointed in a direction with its empty claws. X looked in that direction but saw nothing.
However, it's a gentle slope over there, so he might be at the bottom of the slope.
Thinking this, the supervisor planned to call the employee who had abandoned his post, and while he was at it, toss the little bird up and let it fly to the side, so that the little guy could get some exercise.
The little white bird reluctantly flew to the side. As he walked, Mr. X felt that he had forgotten something.
He vaguely remembered someone telling him something, but at that time, the production of the reverse Kabbalah suppressor was at its final stage, and he seemed to have agreed hastily, but then immediately forgot about it.
Mori Ōgai's choice of location was very thoughtful. It was described as deserted, and there was really no sign of human activity. There was nothing but grass and forest, so he was still a little surprised to suddenly see three people other than Gregor at the bottom of the slope.
He didn't recognize one of the three; the rest were old acquaintances.
“Mr. X, it’s been a long time,” the brown-haired boy greeted him, and then introduced his companion, “This is Mr. Verlaine, whom I mentioned earlier.”
"The leader already told you about his situation beforehand, do you remember?"
Ah, he remembered now, that phone call was from Mori Ōgai.
It seems that Rimbaud in this world is dead, so his old friends want to see the Rimbaud in their own world who is still alive and well.
Remembering how Rimbaud had tried to kill the innocent Chuuya Nakahara who was just passing by, the supervisor reasonably deduced that Rimbaud in this world might have done the same thing, only this time he failed miserably.
However, it's normal for Gregor to have blood on his head; he was clearly pecked by a bird. But why is the blond youth who supposedly came to visit Rimbaud all red on his forehead, as if he's been punched or hit by something?
"Looking for Rimbaud, right?" asked Verlaine, a dark-haired young man dressed in a white coat like a doctor or researcher. "However, my Rimbaud is not the one you know, and he will not stay for you."
Moreover, even if he wanted to stay, the supervisor wouldn't let go of the administrative head who had already been trained. He could replace all the administrative staff in the upper-level departments by himself, and he could also make the administrative staff disappear with one click without triggering the Cultural Relics Protection Association's mechanism. He was practically a humanoid walking administrative staff disappearance mod.
"What's wrong with the little bird?" X noticed that Chuuya Nakahara was looking at the little bird flying above his head with a strange expression, and couldn't help but ask.
The orange-haired boy shook his head, while Gregor wiped the blood that was still dripping from his head, leaned closer to his manager, who had dark circles under his eyes just like those of a suitcase, and whispered about the trial bird and the little bird.
The case is solved. The red mark was caused by a bird of unusually heavy weight, and the Judgment Bird threw it quite far.
"Come with me, he should be working down there right now." X looked at the poor man who had suffered an undeserved misfortune. He had only come to see an old friend, but ended up being hit by a little bird-shaped sandbag and couldn't even fight back.
"construction?"
Verlaine was puzzled. His partner would never do such a thing. Although Rimbaud had indeed left him and lived alone for seven or eight years, it was impossible for Rimbaud to have switched to civil engineering.
The two had already arrived in front of the house. There was no visible construction site here, since the work was being carried out underground.
X handed the little bird to the Judgment Bird and told Gregor to feed it less, saying that he couldn't keep doing instinctive work for the Abnormality, considering what was being given to the big and little birds.
"Yes, his special ability was a huge help."
Just as Verlaine was wondering if Rimbaud had done something using the subspace, he saw a group of all sorts of supernatural beings.
Others might not be able to tell the difference between superhuman beings and living people, but he and Rimbaud had been partners for so many years, and he recognized the group at a glance.
However, for the first time, the former "King of Assassination" began to doubt his own eyes and judgment. It was true that Rimbaud could control the corpses of the superpowered individuals he had read, but he could only use one at a time.
Where did all these people come from? And they all look different, so they didn't just use simple copying abilities...
X had no idea what kind of brainstorming the blond man beside him was going through. He simply led Verlaine through the obstacle-filled corridor, retrieved the Reverse Kabbalah Suppressor, and arrived at the elevator.
The elevator descended continuously, yet showed no sign of stopping, as if their destination was some deep underground place.
Finally, the elevator doors opened. The furnishings outside gave Verlaine the feeling of a research institution, and a hint of disgust crept onto the blond youth's otherwise expressionless face.
X didn't notice Verlaine's unusual behavior; he only needed to take the person to Rimbaud, as he still needed to test the reverse Kabbalah suppressor.
Thinking of this, the supervisor paused, his hand still inside his pocket, and asked Verlaine, "Are you also a superpowered individual?"
"What do you want to know?" Verlaine never had a good attitude towards strangers who had no ulterior motives, not because they were assassins or intelligence-gathering targets for whom he needed to flatter them.
"Just out of curiosity."
The main reason is that Yokohama is a place where people with superpowers are very numerous. Most of the people he knows from Yokohama are people with superpowers. It's a really amazing place.
...
“Supervisor,” Rimbaud, who seemed to be overseeing the work, noticed someone who had been missing for a long time. He had finally come out of the laboratory. Then he noticed another person who had truly been out of sight for a long time, “…Paul?”
"Rimbaud".
The blond youth called out his partner's name with a mixed tone. There was no doubt that this was his partner. Although he looked slightly different from his own partner, there was no doubt that this was Rimbaud.
This is Rimbaud who is still alive and in relatively good mental condition.
The supervisor felt superfluous during the reunion with old friends, so he decided to hand the place over to the two old friends from another world and go test the reverse Kabbalah suppressor.
Just in case, the supervisor informed Verlaine beforehand that he was unaware that the suppressor could also suppress supernatural abilities: "When I test it later, your supernatural ability will be suppressed, but it will not disappear."
Then the unexpected happened. When the supervisor turned the reverse Kabbalah suppressor to its maximum intensity, one of the two people who were talking in the surveillance footage, specifically a blond man named Verlaine, suddenly collapsed to the ground and appeared to be dead.
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Author's Note: Regarding the big bird and the little bird's obsession with eating...
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