I'm not going to be an Spirit! (Translate)

A blocking formula that could eliminate the Gastrea virus in the bodies of cursed children. 

Hearing these words, Rentaro Satomi breathing suddenly became heavier, and his eyes turned red. 

It wasn't an inhibitory formula or a relieving formula it was a blocking formula. 

The former already existed in this world. 

After countless improvements and innovations by scientists, erosion rate inhibitors had become a mature technology with noticeable effects on cursed children. 

However, their shortcomings were also obvious. 

First, they were too expensive. Second, they could only suppress the virus, not eliminate it. 

In the past, Rentaro Satomi had no way to save money. One of the reasons he lived in poverty every month was that he had to buy inhibitors for Enju Aihara regularly. 

If Nia Honjo words were accurate, what she meant was that she had a formula that could completely halt the erosion rate or even reduce it to zero. 

If Rentaro Satomi had heard this from anyone else, he would have dismissed them as a liar. 

But Nia Honjo was different. 

Rentaro Satomi knew of her abilities and had witnessed them firsthand. 

If she used her omniscience, she might indeed have found a way to block the erosion rate. 

If what she said was true, this would be a revolutionary formula that could drastically improve the social status of cursed children. 

After all, the reason humans oppressed cursed children was the Gastrea virus in their bodies. 

Once the erosion rate reached 50%, no matter how smart, gentle, kind, or cute they were, they would turn into man-eating monsters. 

Even if they didn't use their abilities, the erosion rate would still increase, albeit more slowly. 

The presence of a blocker would render the Gastrea virus inactive, stopping it completely. 

This would be a discovery that could spark a new wave of societal change. 

Rentaro Satomi had no reason to refuse Nia Honjo request to meet Sumire Muroto. 

After learning that she possessed such an incredible formula, he immediately took her to the most advanced hospital in Tokyo. 

Upon entering the hospital, they made their way to a remote ward. Rentaro Satomi and Nia Honjo descended a set of stairs and arrived at a locked basement. 

"Don't touch anything after we go in," Rentaro Satomi warned. 

After giving the reminder, he took out a key, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. 

The dimly lit basement was filled with dust and cobwebs clinging to the incandescent lamp on the ceiling. Various were piled haphazardly in the corners, and heavy books and notes covered the tables. 

The air carried a faint smell of decay, creating a mentally and physically oppressive atmosphere. 

Deformed organs soaked in containers were scattered throughout the room, like macabre decorations in an ordinary person's home. 

Living in such an environment for too long could warp anyone's mind. 

The person who created this space was undoubtedly a complete eccentric. 

And that was exactly the case. 

Ayn Rand, one of the Four Sages, had called Sumire Muroto a "pervert," and it wasn't just an insult it was the truth. 

Next to the operating table, the mature woman in a white coat who had been dissecting a corpse turned her head upon hearing the door unlock. 

"Oh, isn't this Rentaro?" 

Sumire Muroto set down the scalpel, and a slight smile appeared on her otherwise gloomy face. 

When she noticed Nia Honjo behind Rentaro Satomi, her eyebrows raised slightly, and she scrutinized her with a sharp gaze. 

"Hey, Sumire-chan," Nia Honjo greeted warmly. "My name is Nia Honjo. Just call me Nia." 

"Alright, Ms. Honjo," Sumire Muroto said coldly. "It seems it's not Rentaro who's looking for me this time, but you." 

"Yes, yes. I hope I'm not disturbing you." 

"The one thing I don't lack right now is time." 

Sumire Muroto stirred the hot coffee in a beaker with a glass rod, appearing to listen attentively. "I don't know who you are, but since Rentaro brought you here, it means he trusts you. So, let's hear what you have to say." 

Ever since the New Human Creation Plan was dissolved, she had been hiding in this basement, which she had renovated, and rarely ventured outside. 

Rentaro Satomi was one of the few people she allowed to visit and one of the few she was willing to see. 

Because they knew each other well, and Rentaro Satomi understood that she disliked contact with outsiders, he had never brought anyone here before. 

However, today, he broke his usual practice and brought a woman Sumire Muroto had never seen, heard of, or mentioned in conversation. 

This meant the matter at hand was of great importance. 

Sumire Muroto sat down in a chair and sighed. "Rentaro, you really know how to cause me trouble." 

"I'm sorry, Doctor," Rentaro Satomi said with a wry smile. "It's precisely because only you can solve this problem that I decided to bring Nia here." 

"Yes, I guessed as much. Otherwise, why would you bring an outsider to my place?" 

Sumire Muroto took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "Let me guess this trouble must be related to saving others." 

"How did you know?" 

"Besides this kind of foolish thing, would you get involved in anything else?" Sumire Muroto said with a resigned expression. "Every time you come to me with that look, I know you're about to do something stupid again." 

"Every time… it doesn't seem like it's been that many times," Rentaro Satomi said awkwardly. "It sounds like you're calling me a fool who likes to play the hero." 

"Aren't you just an idiot who likes to play the hero?" Sumire Muroto retorted. "But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Tell me, just like countless times before, what do you want from me this time?" 

"For your wisdom and assistance," Nia Honjo answered first. 

"Ah…" 

Hearing this, Sumire Muroto ruffled her messy long hair impatiently. "This is more troublesome than I thought." 

"I haven't even said what it is yet." 

"I already know. There's no need to say it." 

Sumire Muroto pursed her lips. The bitterness of the coffee seemed to spread from her taste buds to her facial nerves, and she revealed a slightly bitter smile. "Originally, I thought you wanted some information or intelligence from me. At worst, you'd ask me to pick up my old job and perform human body modifications again." 

She sighed deeply and continued, "Ms. Honjo, your ambition is beyond my imagination." 

"To be honest, I'm someone who knows how to be content," Nia Honjo said innocently. "But if I want to change the world, I have no choice." 

"Then convince me, just like you convinced Rentaro." 

Sumire Muroto clasped her fingers together, leaned her elbows on the table, and said expressionlessly, "In your grand plan to change the world, what is your goal? And what is the mission you want me to accomplish?" 

"My goal is to make this rotten world a better place, and the first step is to change the current situation faced by cursed children," Nia Honjo said solemnly, her playful demeanor gone. "And your job is to help me create an erosion rate blocker." 

"Ah…" 

Faced with such a grand and pure ideal, Sumire Muroto couldn't help but widen her eyes. 

As if shocked, she even forgot to hide her thoughts. 

One of the Four Sages, standing at the pinnacle of wisdom in this world, said with deep emotion: 

"This is truly the stupidest thing I have ever heard."