I Became the Wrong Race

280 – Solution (3)

“Creating an immortal species is not that simple. “It was something that even my father could barely accomplish.”

Although he had to bow his head, the prophet seemed unable to agree with Llewelyn’s opinion.

“But now, you suddenly have to prepare for the procedure. There is no guarantee of success, and in fact, it is highly likely to be a terrible failure. Please reconsider…”

If you recall the favorable response to the Dragon King just a moment ago, the real reason was different.

And in Llewellyn’s opinion, there was only one reason.

“I know you sympathize.”

A shocked prophet. He had an expression that did not fit the name of a necromancer.

It was an expression of deep concern that one often shows when one is worried about others. Should I say that it is unbecoming of a necromancer who manipulates death and treats corpses as soldiers at will?

Llewellyn looked at the prophet.

“The Dragon King knows that you sympathize with him. But you are conveniently ignoring the fact that she is more desperate than you think.”

“I’m like that… ” .”

“If you had asked someone else than the Dragon King to perform such a procedure, you would have hesitated for a moment, but you would have agreed, thinking that it would be an excellent example and that it would be nice not to have to bear the burden.”

A prophet who keeps his mouth shut. He lowered his eyes and was lost in thought, and Llewelyn moved on, leaving him like that.

The Dragon King was waiting.

“I will ask in advance. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“… Yes.”

The Dragon King was waiting for the ‘homunculus procedure.’

“I’m asking this again, but really… Is it really of your own volition? “This procedure cannot be reversed.”

“I’ll give you the same answer. It’s all my will.”

The Dragon King answered, and he looked as if nothing had happened.

“If I have some agenda and want to harm you with this procedure, there will be no hope left for the Yong people after this procedure. Even if I have some doubts…”

“It’s not reasonable.”

Llewelyn tilted his eyebrows at her unexpected answer.

I thought the Dragon King had never shown any behavior related to rationality.

So, deep down, I thought he was an unreasonable person.

The Dragon King snorted at Llewelyn’s question.

“The fate of my race depends on it. “There is no reason not to act rationally.”

That is correct. But Llewellyn thought it was a result of her learning.

Although she may not be as old as Balterok, she is a part of the Three Powers who have lived for a long time, and she has countless enemies, including the three clans.

There have been many instances of bloodshed due to a lack of rationality, and it may have even happened when leading a tribe.

Of course, that’s not all. Llewelyn attributed her generous, manly demeanor, genuine approach, and naturally good nature to people’s liking.

“And, if it fails, it would be due to lack of preparation, and I have not heard that failure prevents subsequent procedures.”

Is it? Llewelyn glanced behind her without knowing, and the Empress secretly nodded her head at that gaze.

Is reoperation possible? She didn’t really consider the possibility of failure in the first place.

That’s understandable, considering how many years have passed since her father her her her.

“That won’t happen.” It will only take one time.”

Empress, courtier, prophet.

Of the three, the Prophet seemed quite unsure, but Llewelyn actually didn’t think the outcome would be that bad.

The three clans are basically people with excellent inquisitive minds.

Didn’t such people really explore themselves as created beings?

Are they the ones who even created the rare race of homunculi?

Llewellyn saw that she would not. She already had one success story and countless failures.

One of her dogs, Llewellyn, was the first thing she saw when she fell to the ground.

Llewelyn still remembered her ‘compatriot’ who had died and disappeared in front of her.

She was mourning the ‘suicide’ of her wizard, who had raised her like her own daughter.

So this was bound to succeed. The three clans were capable of undoing all those failures.

“Your Majesty, I am ready.”

When the conversation stopped, a royal servant came to visit.

He bowed his head and said so, leading Llewelyn.

Llewelyn walked with the Dragon King. The room I came out of was an unfamiliar space.

It was a laboratory with only traces of its once active use. But from the style of the laboratory, Llewelyn felt very familiar.

“… “Is this Ortemilia’s laboratory?”

“Yes.”

The royal court agreed, and Llewelyn saw Ortemilia naturally in such a laboratory.

A small girl who seemed a little nervous in front of the three heads of three clans.

She wore a white robe around her body as usual, and tied up her long flowing sleeves.

Small, white hands were busily adjusting various things.

“This is where the homunculus was created.”

“So.”

The answer this time is Ortemiglia herself. She glanced at Llewelyn and then at the Dragon King.

“It’s been a while since I came back. I didn’t think I could come back either…”

The laugh that appears as if it is absurd is impressive. Even after all that had happened, it was clear that he was deeply moved by the fact that he had returned to his three clans.

As Llewelyn looked at Orthemilia, she saw a prophet and an empress assisting her on either side.

“Are you ready?”

“Coordination, coordination, maintenance. Everything is done.”

“The facilities are in perfect condition, so there is no need to touch them.”

The prophet, who looked somewhat sullen, and the empress, who still wore a veil but still had a bright smile, were busy with different things.

Something Llewelyn doesn’t know. He waited quietly, and the Dragon King approached the Empress’s alluring smile and gestured, and stood in front of the bed.

The bed had a unique structure. Structurally, it reminded me of when I was injected with the sacred blood that had been completely decomposed by the fake Nerilmaeus.

In other words, it was a ‘dungeon-like’ structure. It means that it is the work of three clans.

Something magical and engineering that ordinary humans wouldn’t understand, and perhaps even Llewelyn, a modern-day person, wouldn’t understand.

However, it is not magic engineering, but rather a simple fusion of the two fields.

Just like Lorian’s prosthetic arm, Llewelyn knew she wouldn’t be able to understand it.

There is no need to understand.

Llewelyn just looked at the facility that was a combination of a coffin, an iron maiden, and a research table, and he saw the Dragon King lying on it.

“Again, you can stop the procedure if you wish. “You can experiment with others, or you can get started after some verification.”

“Done. If I don’t do it, who will check my compatibility with Yongin?”

The Dragon King’s attitude was a little different from when he first appeared.

Even back then, there seemed to be a perception that Llewelyn might need to be taught, but not now.

Is it because Llewelyn is so good at slaying dragons that she doesn’t need any teaching and has learned that she doesn’t need guidance from others?

She stopped pretending to be her clumsy teacher and saw Llewelyn as an equal.

“If something goes wrong and you die…”

“That’s what I said earlier. There’s no reason to do that, and I don’t think I’ll make a mistake. There is no way that the people who cursed Yongin by making it so perfect would suddenly make a mistake in a place like this.”

The prophet shakes her shoulder. I think he probably played a big role in creating Yongin.

This behavior may be a rare sense of debt or guilt. As Llewelyn thought, she found a suitable seat and sat down.

The palace bag was standing behind Llewelyn with his back to him. To respond if any interference or variables appear.

“… Once the procedure begins, many things will change. From basic physical abilities to metabolic abilities, as well as race. A lot of things will change.”

“Is it life-threatening?”

“It is the opposite. You can stay alive even if you don’t breathe, and even if your heart stops, there will be no burden in staying alive. Additionally, magic power will flow directly from the body instead of blood.”

Where is that? Llewelyn knew what a homunculus with magical powers was like.

There were aspects shown by Lucilla, the sister, a magician and a magician.

Lucilla’s ‘Star Death’ had different firepower each time it was used. She accelerated towards the good side, not the bad side.

Llewellyn asked about the principle.

‘The death of a star is a decisive battle in which all magical energy is contained in one explosion. Normally, when such a great technique is used, the blood vessels cannot withstand the magic power and burst, but Lucilla is a homunculus. You are not a weak human being who dies when your veins burst. Rather, each time that happens, the emptied blood vessels become stronger, and as they become stronger, more magical power will flow. The total amount of magical power itself increases.’

Ortemilia answered like that.

In short, Star Death is a skill that becomes stronger each time you use it.

“In short, it will be a body that can receive the powerful magic power coming from the dragon’s heart.”

“… “Is that going to solve it?”

“If the calculation is correct.”

And in the long run, if this procedure was completed on all dragons, Llewelyn knew that her three clans would become four clans, and she would have four subordinates to support her as the master of the pantheon.

Llewelyn was the first baptist and witnessed the first birth of the fourth clan.

After adjusting the equipment that she had been tinkered with for a long time and completing a process that Llewellyn was unfamiliar with.

What was left was like a large amount of her serum.

“What about that?”

“Kind of… It’s a drug. It is one of the five processes.”

Five processes. Llewelyn recognized the drug.

If you look closely at the background setting of the homunculus, it is written that the homunculus has a body composed of that and has physical durability and strength that is superior to that of an ordinary human.

In a way, this part may be hinting at the existence of Orthemilia, an alchemist.

“This will reconstruct your body. Five drugs will be used, and your body will change each time.”

The five drugs were connected to the test table in different colors.

A drug that dissolves and rebuilds the entire body, a drug that rebuilds blood vessels, and a drug that rebuilds the heart.

And even drugs that strengthen the nervous system and brain. Llewellyn is the culmination of magic and technology possessed by the three clans, created using methods and principles unknown to him.

“Finally, I will bless you with divinity and complete your body. So… If you want to quit, now is the time…”

“No.”

The Dragon King shakes his head at the words of the prophet.

She fastened the restraints on the experimental table as if nothing had happened and took a long, deep breath.

“Do it.”

After the court bag placed her last restraint and double-checked the equipment for administering her medication, she closed her eyes.

Ortemilia and the prophet could not hesitate even after seeing the Dragon King’s will. The Empress probably wouldn’t have waited anyway.

When Ortemilia pushed her button, the drug flowed into her in a rush.

What he saw afterwards was a scene that would have made Llewelyn think, ‘If I were made through this process, it would be a bit like that.’

The body twists, bends, screams, and the flesh and scales melt.

It was after a long time that the screaming stopped for what seemed like an eternity, after she had lost consciousness and all of her transformation had ended.

The first drug is a drug that changes the body’s skeleton, skin, and muscles.

After the drug was administered, all of Llewelyn’s scales disappeared and she faced the Dragon King, who had the appearance of a human like herself.

Her appearance was not good as she was lying naked on the test table after losing consciousness.

The difference was that the remaining scales were sparse and it had a tail and horns.

The first of the fourth clan and a close associate of the new ‘father’, the Dragon King.

Llewelyn nodded to the Empress, who reached for the button that would inject her second dose, pondering what she would call them.

Anyway, I’m not sick. It looks a bit good though.

As she pulled out her ox horn, Llewelyn watched as her drugs she were sequentially injected into the unconscious Dragon King.