I Became the Wrong Race

81 – Predation on Kin (2)

After hearing about the whereabouts of the Frost Stalker, there was nothing left to do.

That’s right.

“If it is a blue mineral, I will try to find it myself. I just happened to have some supplies saved, and the local gangsters are my hands and feet.”

The alchemist already has some supplies and says he will take care of it.

I said to that, ‘No! ‘I will do it!’ I couldn’t force myself to do it.

I agreed, put the blue mineral she had in my hand, and returned to her temple.

And I held the mineral in my hand in the ‘teleport room’, where I think I can see the change the fastest.

[You have obtained the blue mineral!]

[The blue mineral is a mineral used by the master of the pantheon, and was used to create the entire world at a time when those called ‘gods’ still existed.]

[With the power of creation imbued with this, you can now freely use the teleportation device of the pantheon ‘nest’ and install new signals.]

Then, a certain flow flows into my head.

As I unconsciously guided the energy wandering around my body along the flow, the mineral naturally began to glow and take the form of a dark blue disc.

It was a signal. A device that determines the destination and departure point of instantaneous movement.

And the power that created it was none other than the power of life and death brought out to use mortality.

Does this mean that the three clans also lost this technology? It was a new realization.

[You notice that new coordinates have been revealed in the transmission room. The text above the coordinates flashes in unfamiliar letters, but something within you is telling you that it is a hiding place.]

Perhaps because it was a tutorial-like event, the status window was originally kind, but it tried to teach me something by just spoon-feeding it to me.

And I was the type of person who would avoid it when someone actively tried to get me to do something.

I’ll see you later. I intentionally ignored the status window and went outside, leaving the disc on the wall of the transmission room.

As I climbed the stairs again and again, a warm wind blew.

It was a natural, but somewhat artificial, spring breeze blowing from a garden full of flowers.

Judging from the explanation given when holding the blue mineral, isn’t it like it was forced and permanently turned into spring through the power of creation?

To that extent, the air in the central garden felt like an ‘ideally warm spring day.’

There is a level of waste.

“Ah.”

At that time, a sharp voice cut through my thoughts.

I shrugged my shoulders and belatedly remembered that the voice itself was very soft.

When I heard that voice, the memories that came to mind and my worries just made that voice seem sharp.

I took a deep breath and turned my head.

“Annyeong.”

A tall woman smiling and waving her hand.

She was a very tall woman, especially considering that the nutritional supply of the people as a whole was at a medieval level.

Is it because it is the same body it originally lived in? I felt a little distressed as I looked at my older sister’s body her, which was no different in any way.

I thought I wouldn’t have to suffer while looking at my older sister’s body after middle school.

“What’s the matter? “Where does it hurt?”

“No, no. Just… “I’m a little tired.”

“Ah!”

My sister covers her mouth as if she is surprised. My older sister, commonly called Lucilla, approached me quickly.

My older sister was wearing a black, faintly purple, shiny shirt and something that looked like a corset.

No, is it a belt?

Either way, I could tell that it was an unusual item.

Since she was wearing black leather gloves, my sister had the impression that everything except her skin was black.

“Now that I think about it, you said you were going to counter her subjugation. Do you mind if I don’t help you?”

“It’s already over and I’m on my way.” Just.”

“Huh?”

“It’s because I’m mentally tired.”

As I spoke, I looked at my sister’s behavior

My older sister had a sword on her waist.

Should I use a sword? Then inspection? Or Sword Saint?

I said this while considering my sister’s build her

“Lucilla…”

“It’s happening again! “I told you to call me comfortably.”

My older sister puts her hands on her waist and pretends to pout.

It was something Lorian usually did, but it felt different when my older sister did it.

Probably because the curves are different.

“Over there?”

As I was lost in my thoughts, my sister woke me up. I opened my mouth without hesitation as gray eyes looked at me.

“Then who-“

“Huh?”

“Where are you coming from?”

This title was the best I could do.

My older sister actually looked very disappointed, but there was nothing I could do.

I was afraid when people found out that I was the younger brother, so it was beneficial for me to be careful about even the slightest opportunity as I wanted to avoid being found out.

In a situation like that, there was a lot of room for error in calling her sister and speaking informally.

It would be okay if you used your title with respect. I thought so, but.

“… Well, you shouldn’t replace people with people.”

My sister muttered that, probably because she thought I wouldn’t know.

As I listened to those words, I barely managed to shake my shoulder thanks to my superhuman patience.

It was obvious who she was trying to replace whom.

Was my sister looking for me too?

A faint budding hope shines through, but I look at it for a moment and then close the lid on myself.

Don’t get your hopes up.

I’m confident that I don’t have expectations, so it’s not difficult.

Because I couldn’t say that I just inertically missed my family who had been gone for a long time.

I pretended to look as puzzled as possible.

“Nothing. Anyway, were you trying to ask something?”

My sister shook her head and asked me. I nodded.

“I wondered what had happened since you were dressed like you had been somewhere.”

“I was doing a little scouting around the area and various other things. “It’s because it stings.”

Then he covers his mouth and lets out an “Ah” Sound.

“I’m sorry, I don’t blame you…”

“It’s okay. “I don’t care.”

“Okay? Kind. “Thank you.”

My sister breathes a sigh of relief. It was a bit painful because even this aspect was the same.

“Instead, I learned a lot of interesting things. Do you want to hear it?”

He laughs and his eyes shine. I nodded with the intention of fitting in with my older sister.

“But if you just listen to it, it’s not fun…” ” . Would you like me to give you some training?”

My sister’s eyes shine more brightly. Well, my older sister liked sports.

Wasn’t he the kind of person who wakes up every day at dawn, prepares a meal, and even goes for a jog? I smiled sheepishly.

“The Lord of the Patriots helped me train…” ” “I’m so sorry.”

“Where else have I heard such a thing as a homunculus? Follow me.”

My older sister took me down two floors.

And below the two floors, there was a spacious space that was practically an empty lot.

In terms of the size of the space, it is similar to the transmission room two floors below, but since it is completely empty, I thought it could be used for training purposes.

There, my sister stood in front of me.

“Well… Let’s see…”

My sister lowered her head in an exaggerated manner, as if on purpose, she held her chin, narrowed her eyes and looked at me.

“Sword and axe. Which one are you better at?”

The place where my older sister’s eyes lingered longer was on the waist of her. A place where the sword, Star Blade, and the axe, Screamer, are located.

I glanced down at the two weapons and then raised my fist.

“I’m better at punching.”

“Fight? It’s not common. But don’t misunderstand, it’s not that it’s bad. Rather, it is unique and good. “Because a homunculus has a strong body.”

My older sister judged my build from a gamer’s perspective.

“Job… Ugh, no. “Do you know what to do?”

Do you have no intention of hiding it? It would be difficult to even notice.

So, I spoke at my sister’s level.

“I guess you’re asking this… “I am a mourner.”

“Mourner?”

Only then did my sister open her eyes wide in surprise. My older sister nodded as if she understood.

The reason Mourner is boring is because it is a game, and if it were to become a reality, Mourner’s performance would be at a level that cannot be ignored.

Risks that were not triggered because it was a game became reality and survived, but as a homunculus, it doesn’t bother me.

That’s probably what you’re thinking.

“Then fists are a good choice. Is there a reason?”

“I did it and this is what happened.”

I’ve never even been to a boxing gym, let alone a Taekwondo gym.

I watched a lot of cartoons, but I wasn’t really into them.

In the game, I used whatever weapons I could find in the early to mid-game, but since all the final level weapons were random drops, I think I used whatever was available in the latter half of the game.

But if I had to choose, the one I used most often was… Was it a lance?

Is that still there? I think someone picked it up.

As I was thinking about it, my sister was putting her face in front of me.

“Why are you surprised? Then, raise your fist! “I’ll take a look.”

“… Yes, sister.”

I raised my fist, and my sister held out her hands awkwardly, with both hands wide open.

And.

As my sister’s normally gentle eyes became sharper, I felt something like an intangible pressure pressing down on my body

The pressure you might feel when you see some gigantic being. Even though he is a homunculus that does not need to breathe, he suddenly becomes suffocated.

A feeling of being crushed by one’s soul. It was an intense and overwhelming warrior’s prowess.

I faced my sister while feeling that.

“Swing at me.”

His voice also became strangely cold. He was like a possessed person who overcame Grim Darker 1 with a human body and even completed 2 and 3.

So, without hesitation, I planted my feet firmly on the floor and took a step forward.

Extend the power starting from your waist to your arms.

Fisting tips given by skill and talent.

The sound of a fist cutting through the wind feels good.

I even get the feeling that no matter what kind of person he is, he wouldn’t be fine if he fit this.

Naturally, I thought it might be dangerous for my sister as well.

That didn’t happen.

My fist didn’t even touch my sister.

My sister stepped forward, placing her left hand on my outstretched fist and gently pushing it.

“Yep. Those are strong, manly arms. Even your fists are straight. “It’s imperial style.”

I put it on my side and wrapped it around with my right arm and stopped it.

Then, I don’t know what the means was, but my arm didn’t come off.

In fact, my sister even tried to press my arm with her right and left hands her.

It wasn’t strange to feel the touch of something that shouldn’t be touched, but fortunately the vambrace on my hand prevented that.

I was relieved.

“Did the melody teach you?”

“No, that’s…”

You can’t say that you learned it through talent. I said while trying to think of a suitable excuse.

Sorry, Cannibal Baron.

“I learned it from a man who called himself a man-eating baron. When I first got caught, I received it as an advance payment, but I didn’t like the decoration afterward…”

“… Ah, the cannibal baron.”

My sister seemed to understand the overall situation. He nodded and let go of my arm

“Okay then, keep going. If there’s anything I need to know, I’ll let you know. “I’ll talk about it the way I want.”

I’m not sure if the training that follows can be called training.

These were skills acquired through proficiency and forged through talent. No matter what advice my sister gave me, I didn’t think it would be very helpful.

But I recently found out.

I quite liked fighting.

What kind of… I don’t know if it’s the effect of my mind being consumed by the monster’s body, or if it’s my nature.

So, without hesitation, I swung my fist at my opponent, my older sister.

There was also a rational judgment.

A rational judgment that my older sister would never get hurt.

And my prediction was right.

My fist was already something completely different from when I first swung it.

Even back then, it was already something that could easily crush a person’s head, but now the firepower itself is different.

Yet, it was sophisticated and fast.

By the way.

Tub!

All outstretched fists are blocked.

Not right after extending the fist or right before getting hit.

It didn’t even feel like it was being shed. It really feels like it’s overpowering at the end.

I had the feeling that he was much stronger than me.

And what I felt while doing so was that I was superior to my older sister in terms of physical ability.

Even though the difference was only about one level, my sister easily suppressed it.

Once there is a difference in weight class, it cannot be easily suppressed.

My sister completely took all my attacks.

How?

My agony was soon answered by someone else.

“It’s technology.”

A familiar voice. The fist that was about to reach out suddenly stopped, and my sister opened her eyes wide and turned her head.

“My sister is better than me in everything except swordsmanship. Still…”

A girl who spoke with a somewhat pouty expression.

To be exact, a mysterious woman with the appearance of a girl.

Golden Oriole Melody.

I looked at her and blinked her eyes blankly.

Actually, I didn’t even hear about the ‘interesting thing’ that my sister knew.

It was just as she was about to say hello to Melody, returning her posture with slight regret.

Melody walked past my sister and came towards me, and she wrapped her arms around me.

There was almost no sense of touch.

She was different from her older sister.

But what can I say, there was a soft scent that stimulated a desire deep inside my stomach.

A somehow rich and soft, yet somehow sweet smell that you can still smell.

Something similar to the smell of flowers but different.

Melody stood close to me with that scent and leaned against me. The weight felt light.

“You are my student, so if you want to teach, ask for my permission first.”

Melody’s cold attitude made me forget for a moment what she had always said about her good relationship with her sister.

When I looked at Melody, she met her eyes and then wrapped her arms around me tightly.

Even though I hugged her tightly because my strength was weak, the feel I felt was soft.

“No matter how much I call you my sister, I can’t give in.”

I was amazed by the next words.

No, what level of enthusiasm for education?

What about my doctor?

I stood there blankly, feeling like a son caught between his stepmother and his biological mother.

I think this is the perspective of those with parents.