About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

"If interacting with Dr. Orson can help you improve your condition, then that's a good sign, Rosemary. Your amnesia may be treatable, and—"

Kal'tsit frowned. She vaguely discovered that there seemed to be some "abnormalities" hidden in the seemingly normal report.

"Doctor...will Orson leave Rhodes Island?"

"Well, Dr. Orson—doesn't belong here." Kal'tsit hesitated for a moment, then responded softly.

"..."

Rosemary didn't say anything, but at the same time, Kelsey confirmed the abnormality in Rosemary's report -

The artificial infected organ, which was believed to have "lost all functions except casting spells", is now active with weak fluctuations.

"Doctor—I know this because those [brothers]... have been telling me over and over again since I don't know when, that I shouldn't continue to have contact with others."

Rosemary covered her forehead, and Kal'tsit noticed that the abnormal fluctuations in Rosemary's body were rapidly increasing.

"Calm down, Rosemary. You're reaching out to others, and doing a great job."

"No... that's not the case - my brothers told me that if I continue like this, the hell of the past... will catch up with me, and when that happens, there will be no place for me to hide... Ugh!?"

Rosemary let out a short wail, the intense pain spreading outwards from the diseased Originium technique-casting organ implanted in her brain.

——Rosemary is recovering her memory, but that 'thing' is preventing this process... As originally speculated, is the 'brother' Rosemary mentioned not her virtual personality, but a real "some kind of consciousness"?

"Take a deep breath, Rosemary. Those brothers of yours can't stop you from your own will."

Kelsey tried to comfort Rosemary while slowly grasping the tranquilizer in her right pocket.

"My...my own... woo!?"

Almost instantly, a strange distortion spread out from Rosemary, and everything around Rosemary was torn apart.

"mon3tr—stop her."

Kal'tsit summoned mon3tr to resist the invisible twisting force, while at the same time she held the tranquilizer and moved closer to Rosemary's neck.

Gaka——!

"——!?"

Kal'tsit's right wrist, which was holding the tranquilizer, and the potion itself were twisted into a strange angle. She immediately controlled mon3tr to extend its sharp claws to resist the invisible distortion in front of her.

——The number has increased. The maximum number of arms observed in the runaway state in the past was 2, but this time the number of twisted arms has reached 3.

Kal'tsit tried to block out the pain in her arm while analyzing the situation.

"Kelsey... Doctor—I... I don't want to..."

Rosemary squeezed her eyes shut and cried out in pain.

"I know this is not your will—ugh!"

The left arm that was still able to move suddenly felt the invisible tearing force again, but this time mon3tr had no extra tentacles to use to resist Rosemary's twisted telekinetic arm.

—Summon SWEEP...huh?

A moment of hesitation caused Kal'tsit's left arm to be completely grasped by the twisted arm. She lost the opportunity to summon the SWEEP special clearance team and could only watch her left wrist gradually twisted like her right hand.

—After all, I still can’t be as cold-blooded as you, doctor?

Kal'tsit gave a self-deprecating smile.

"rosemary--!!"

But the left hand was not twisted off. With the shout of a familiar boy, a black rest wrapped around the twisted arm and stopped the thing abruptly.

"Osen——?" "O...Osen..."

Kal'tsit and Rosemary looked at Orson who had drilled down from the hole in the ceiling at the same time. Their tones were different, but they were both equally surprised.

"Orson…why are you-ugh!"

"I said I would protect you and others, so I will definitely pay special attention to your condition - I'm sorry I'm late, Dr. Kelsey!"

The rest completely transformed into invisible tentacles that wrapped around four invisible twisted arms, allowing the shaky mon3tr to barely rest for a moment.

"Put away mon3tr, I'm going to use [Curtain Call]!"

"--I see."

Kal'tsit retracted the summoned object, and instantly twisted all the pressure of her arm and concentrated it on the rest.

"【Thanks……】"

When the Silent Originium Technique was halfway through, Orson was stunned.

Those twisted, invisible arms are not simply 'Originium skills', but have actual will.

The reason why Orson asked Kal'tsit to take back mon3tr was that he knew that if this "extension of the user's body" was silenced outside the body, it would cause irreversible damage to the person.

If I use Curtain Call at this time, I'm afraid Rosemary... will completely lose consciousness.

"Pu He"

Forcibly maintaining a rest and using a difficult posture to stop the twisted arm was a great comfort to the brain, and bright red liquid flowed out of Orson's nasal cavity.

"Orson—what are you hesitating about…!"

Kal'tsit covered her right arm and yelled.

"Change of plans—I'm going to take a slight risk, Dr. Kelsey."

"adventure……?"

After Orson finished speaking, he looked at Rosemary and smiled.

"Believe me."

Orson instantly put away the Rest, and at the moment before being hit by the four twisted arms, he used his "excellent" battlefield maneuverability to control the Rest to hit the ground and bounce himself in front of Rosemary.

"Soul—rate adjustment!!"

The ability that had not been used for a long time emitted a light blue flash centered on Orson's palm at this moment.

102. "Brothers"

Dark, chaotic, and with a lingering sweet smell of blood.

"Hmm... isn't it a bit too risky to forcefully use Soul Tuning?"

Orson rubbed his head, got up from the ground, and looked around.

This is Rosemary's inner world. This kind of behavior has happened to Orson more than once or twice, so he was not too panicked.

Unlike the pure white and clean depths of Alina's soul, and the gray and slightly distorted soul of the patrol/spy, the place where Orson is now looks more like a prison.

There are no windows for ventilation, and it is surrounded by thick iron walls, with the only exit being a tightly closed iron door in the front.

"rosemary--!"

Orson saw Rosemary curled up in a corner of the cell, but just as he was about to approach her, the cell suddenly shifted. Countless streams of crimson, rancid blood gushed out from the cracks in the wall. Thick iron plates tightly enveloped Rosemary, and several mutilated corpses slowly emerged from the ground.

"Get out of here—intruder"

The corpses crawled out of the blood, blocking Rosemary and continuing to surround Orson.

"This doesn't belong to you"

A corpse with only a toad left on its head came up to Orson and threatened him with its non-existent vocal organ and blood foam.

"Don't even think about letting her leave here."

A corpse with its abdomen roughly ripped open and its internal organs and intestines hanging out stopped Orson.

'She belongs here'

A corpse missing both arms and eyes surrounded the other side.

"You know nothing—hypocritical self-satisfied person"

There were six bodies in total, and they surrounded Orson, completely cutting off contact with Rosemary.

"Hypocrisy—yeah, I don't know anything. I don't know Rosemary's past, and I don't know where you guys came from, but so what?"

Orson was not scared away by these corpses. He stopped where he was and took the initiative to move towards these mutilated corpses.

"Of course, I could turn a blind eye to the suffering of others and only protect the precious beings around me—but she would never do that. The person I follow, her goal is to save the world. As a follower, how could I only focus on this? Hypocrisy or falsehood, this is the way I choose to survive, and I will use this method to take Rosemary away from this damn place."

Orson tried to push the corpses away, but there were too many of them. Orson's arms were grabbed by the corpses, and the terrifying and mutilated faces were forced to stare at Orson.

"Boring... Then let me show you the hell we've been through—"

The corpse placed the remains of its empty eyeballs in front of Orson, and the strong emotional noise instantly resonated with Orson. The corpse, or the memories of Rosemary that had been subjectively "dug out", resurfaced and continued to flow into Orson's brain.

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The girl didn't know what was happening. Before she closed her eyes, she was still in her room, with her mother beside her and her favorite pendant hanging on the ceiling.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar space.

There are iron walls all around, with only overhead light sources and the most basic facilities for life.

"Uh...what's going on?" "...?" "Where is this?"

The girl found that she was not the only one, and several teenagers of the same age as her woke up from their coma one after another.

At first, the children were panicked and frightened by this inexplicable situation, but soon, after noticing each other, they gradually calmed down and began to communicate with each other, trying to clarify the current situation and introduce themselves.

After a round of introductions, only Rosemary had not responded. She was still panicked by her lack of understanding of the current situation.

"It's okay, I've seen some weird shows before, and this must be some weird show by some weird uncle!"

The Pelo boy who looked older among the children patted his chest and told Rosemary with certainty that she didn't need to be afraid.

"programme……?"

"That's probably it. Maybe your parents are watching you trembling right now~"

"Hmm...Is that so?"

Rosemary looked around carefully, and the words of the Pero boy calmed her down a lot.

"It's pretty close anyway, so what's your name?"

“…Amber.”

Rosemary told them her former name, and the children, who were still confused about the situation, exchanged names with each other, encouraging and comforting each other, trying to reduce their fear of this prison.

A subtle bond quickly developed among these children. Although they were strangers with different races, experiences, and no connections to each other, under this unusual environment, the children quickly became familiar with each other and became "brothers."

Rosemary was the youngest of all the children, so the other children would take special care of her and tell her many stories that were not interesting at all.

After a few days, the children gradually realized that this was not a program or a show, and they seemed to be really caught in some situation.

No one knew where this was. The children only knew that a middle-aged man in a white coat named 'Lorcan' would come to this room regularly. He never answered any questions the children asked, but only took them to some strange experimental equipment and collected some experimental data.

Rosemary was becoming more and more frightened of the current situation. She was the youngest girl among the children. Therefore, the other slightly older children would take special care of and comfort Rosemary, telling her that she would be fine and would be able to go home after a while.

One day later, the 'leader' of the boys, the Pelo, was taken out of the prison alone by Locke.

This kind of behavior has never happened before. Everyone has always been taken to the laboratory together for meaningless tests.

"They'll definitely tell us the exact time we can go home. Everyone, please wait for me. Especially Amber, don't cry over such a small thing!"

The Pelo boy joked to Rosemary with a smile.

A day later, the "boy" returned to the prison, but in the form of a body part that had been cut off and placed in a formalin jar.

Rosemary vomited, but the other children held it in. They hugged Rosemary and kept saying "Don't be afraid" in fearful voices.

The children yelled and asked Locke what had happened, but the researcher in the white coat was also shouting hysterically, "If you don't want to die, make the experiment succeed!" "This project will soon run out of funds and fail again!" and so on.

At this moment, all illusions were shattered. The children knew that they were "experimental subjects", and that they were experimental subjects that were likely to die.

Everyone was on the verge of collapse, but even so, the older children kept telling Rosemary over and over again that everything would be fine.

But things didn't get better.

The children around Rosemary were taken away from the room one by one by the researcher. No matter how they tried to stop him, they could only watch helplessly as they were dragged away and turned into some strange, indescribable debris.

Finally, only Rosemary and another child were left in the room.

As the researcher walked towards the child, he gripped Rosemary tightly and yelled in a fearful voice.