Ward 39!
A building rose from the ground in an extremely short time.
For construction, it was a miracle.
But for magic, it was basic operation.
Ayato named it the Cursed Child Adoption Center.
In the building's living room...
Ayato looked at the four Cursed Children.
Compared to Kohina...
Their expressions were somewhat apathetic, only occasionally a flash of light in their eyes.
"Is there no other way?"
Ayato looked at Najenda. "Are both the longevity potion and the zombie virus useless?"
"According to Dr. Stylish's report, no."
Najenda explained. "The viral erosion inside them is very strong. Neither of the two previously considered methods can solve it."
"Haha, what does it matter?"
Utaha laughed cheerfully. "Master can just reincarnate them all as Devils."
The looks from the other women grew strange.
These four Cursed Children were one thing...
But who knew how many Cursed Children there were in the whole world?
Ayato: "..."
He fell silent too.
The workload was very huge.
For the first time,
He was troubled by the potential of having too many servants.
Sighing, Ayato walked forward and smiled. "Would you like to become my servants?"
Hearing this, the Cursed Children looked at each other.
"Is it... like with Kohina?"
"Then we can live for a long time?"
"And we can see the outside world freely?"
Their voices trembled slightly.
After all...
Their brainwashing hadn't completely succeeded.
Deep in their hearts, they still had their own desires.
"Of course."
Ayato gave each of them a head pat. "After becoming my servants, you can live freely."
Without hesitation, the four all nodded repeatedly.
If they had a choice, no one wanted to be a killing machine.
Ayato smiled. "Okay, let's begin."
"Mm hm!" x4
The four all sat down obediently.
Ayato took out four Evil Pieces and began the process.
Hum!
Magic circles flashed.
A moment later,
The four were flapping their wings, flying around curiously.
"Well, that's four more daughters, I guess?"
Looking at the four, a smile appeared at the corner of Ayato's mouth.
But,
Thinking of the countless daughters to come...
He started to get a headache.
"Oh my, Master, this is the first time I've seen that expression on your face."
Utaha leaned in and teased. "Aren't you the man who wants a harem?"
The corner of Ayato's mouth twitched, then he smiled. "You're right. You reminded me. They, like Sakura, are all my future wings."
"...Master, that's a very dangerous thought."
…
Time passed…
The plans for the Black Bullet World proceeded methodically.
And Ayato grew busy.
Top floor of the Cursed Child Adoption Center.
"Utaha, I knew you'd be a sneaky cat."
"Esdeath, you're one to talk. You're here too."
"Since we're all here to ask Ayato-sama for guidance on our Balance Breakers, can't we all get along?"
"Damn, I should go first."
The sound of bickering echoed continuously.
Because all the servants were together for a rare group activity, many had gathered here.
There was no helping it.
The competition among servants was too fierce.
Everyone wanted to improve their strength as much as possible.
The entire top floor was lavishly decorated and very spacious.
Surrounding it was a barrier personally set by Ayato using his word spirit.
In this situation, even if Utaha and the others used their blessings, they couldn't affect the outside world.
Ayato leaned back in his chair, watching Esdeath and the others sparring before him.
One of his hands was not his own, while the other flipped through organized documents.
[Origin +1001]
[Origin +1005]
[Origin +1010]
Looking at the constantly appearing text information, Ayato nodded.
During this time...
Besides adopting Cursed Children, research materials from this world had also been continuously collected.
He had to say...
Their value was considerable.
At least this one document would give him a good amount of Origin Points. He wondered where Saeko had gotten it.
'Mechanical soldier modifications...'
Glancing at the title, a light flickered in Ayato's eyes.
"You're here. Just in time for a meal. Want some?"
Saeko looked at the taro soup in the beaker before her, her eyelids twitching.
'What kind of dark cuisine was this? Who could eat it?'
"Hmm, not bad."
A woman with messy hair, wearing a white coat, drank the taro soup with lifeless eyes.
Saeko: "..."
She fell silent.
If she hadn't already traded with her several times...
She wouldn't have believed it.
This was Sumire Muroto, one of the world's top minds.
Saeko said, "What is it this time? Do you have more research data to trade?"
"No."
Muroto's eyes lit up. "I just want to know who you really are."
"I've investigated you. Not long ago, you had no identity in this world. It's as if you appeared out of thin air."
"And the virus data you gave me... you couldn't have researched it without substantial resources."
"So, I'm very curious about you."
"I see."
Saeko looked her over and suddenly asked, "Are you still pure?"
"Huh?"
Muroto was dumbfounded.
Even with her genius brain, she hadn't expected such a question.
'What did that have to do with my query?'
After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Of course. My life is only about research."
If conditions allowed...
She could basically stay in her lab forever.
Come to think of it, someone had pursued her a few years ago.
But after one meeting, he died at the hands of a Gastrea.
Hearing this, Saeko smiled slightly. "If that's the case, you are qualified to meet my Master."
"M-master?"