The God of Jesters
Chapter 386 - 7.00.1 Story of a forgotten boy.

Chapter 386: 7.00.1 Story of a forgotten boy.

The first time it opened its eyes, the world appeared beautiful. But in a moment after its birth, the being was plagued with countless questions.

But what was this world? What does beauty mean?

What was it? And why did it exist?

It had tried to move its head and found nothing but the small ’Room’ it was born in.

Filled with all sorts of objects. Some were called books and some appeared to be toys. All of which became the window to the being’s imagination, it’s through the ’words’ written on those books that a certain understanding of the world was formed in this being’s mind.

A world of seven continents and from the looks of it he probably lived in one of those continents as well. Which made him play the game where it wondered which one it came from.

Then was the concept of races which it found somewhat interesting. There were some extinct races like the beast men or Elves, then there were the contemporary races like the dwarfs and humans. The being wondered what race did it belong to.

Definitely not humans or dwarfs as those beings sustain themselves on the thing called Food. A concept very alien to it. For it had never eaten a thing through the time of its birth.

Which made it look into more books from geography, to biology. It even learned about math and learned the concept of numbers, all in an effort to quantify what made it different and by how much margin.

And in its pursuit of curiosity about itself, one day, the being used a pen and stabbed it in its stomach. "How different is it from humans?" It wondered, before suddenly finding a thing it can only call a dwarf, looking it through the other side of the wall.

A wall that had turned transparent since the moment it had stabbed itself. "Are you a dwarf?" It asked, making the old grizzled figure nod his head in agreement.

"Then what am I?" the being said as it lost consciousness due to excessive bleeding.

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"This is the fourth time that he has shown such promise, we can’t lose all the progress of this iteration no matter what." It took Vegal a couple of months to completely understand Letzer’s research materials.

White, it took him another year to completely evolve this information and create something new, something much better than whatever his old compatriot Ivankov Letzer was working at.

A homunculus grown directly from the cells of a donor without any mechanical or magical additions. Turning it into a pure biological wonder, a new life one might add.

Of course, with bringing such massive changes to the original creation, some of the special aspects of the original mechanical Homunculus have disappeared.

These were much weaker, even weaker than normal humans.

When exposed to harsh environments, these beings won’t survive for long. Nor could they handle most of the common diseases that this world has to offer. A lesson that Vegal learned through trial and error along with a massive amount of funds, which he could only earn through his creation of the Ballistic missiles.

As long as he could provide Yethel’s military with new toys to play with, they wouldn’t mind giving him as much money as he asked for. But there is always a limit to all of it.

"His inner organs are a mess... I can’t differentiate what half of them even do..."

"Just patch it all up, even if you don’t understand... " He gave commands from the side while dictating the doctors to just do their job because this was a thing that his thick fingers were not good at.

Not to mention, Vegal also knew that he couldn’t mess as much anymore, for his true boss was back from his little camping trip and was expecting some good results.

But all he had to show was this stupid creation of his, a life with a borrowed soul. A soul that was reaching its limit. And who knows how much the soul would endure before crumbling due to constant rebirths.

And as he went through all sorts of emotions, one of the doctors suddenly said in surprise. "Sir..." He called out to Vegal who still remained on the other side of the room.

"It’s the blood sir... the blood has some corrosive properties."

"??... How is it possible?" Vegal said in surprise, as this was something truly unexpected.

Creating a homunculus is just like acting like a blind god walking on a thin rope, basic mutations like this are common. And as a homunculus is growing, the doctors would always notice a bunch of old and new organs growing in these creatures.

Which most of the time turn cancerous, killing the host, or in case they don’t, they remain dormant, or completely useless.

Which had made some doctors wonder if one can use the extra organs on this homunculus as donors for real humans.

A research topic still in its infancy as there were only two homunculi that even appeared human. One of which was already close to death.

But what was rare was sudden changes.

The blood splatter not far from the table appeared normal, without an issue. But the newer ones appeared to be smoking. "Abandon the operation, there is no need to put your life at risk." If this soul is to break, let it break.

Nothing can be done at this point. The priority still remained the skilled doctors who would help in creating another one of these homunculi.

Vegal was not interested in training a bunch of greenhorns again. Not to mention, such an order also earns him pedigree among his associates as someone who takes care of his understudies.

And who would have thought, his order was the correct one for the situation, as the acidity of the blood increased so much that even the body started to melt under its effect?

"Hah, another failure." He sighed, hoping for the soul capture array on the ceiling of the room to do its work, while he looked at the doctors. "Did you collect as many samples as you could?" He asked and when they showed a total of 13 vials of blood, he smiled.

"Check if the acidic degeneration is still happening in this blood, or if the process is halted."

With the work done here and confirming that the soul capture array seemed to have activated, Vegal took a sigh of relief and went back to his office after punishing the overseers who never noticed the problem of Mk04T’s mentality, nor did anyone find anything odd in his blood during daily checkups, which were conducted whenever MK04t went to sleep.

And as he was writing down today’s findings in his personal research notes, a voice came from his side. "Ho, it would seem that some troublesome things have happened during my absence."

"You.. What... It’s you, Crow." The voice had initially cared for him, and that scare didn’t disappear even after learning who this voice belonged to. The small monkey with a penchant for pranks had just tried to scare him, but his true fear came from who played this prank on him.

"It’s nothing important, please ignore it."

"... Hmm... hmmm." The small monkey, as in I mulled over Vegal’s words, before shaking my head in denial. "No can do... not after I noticed that Soros’ soul is on the verge of collapse... just what happened Vegal."

"This..."

Soros Vloodheart, belonging to the Bloodheart family, a branch of Bloodcrows and the great-great-grandnephew of Prince Wortham.

The very Prince Wortham who had given the order of elimination for his sister’s entire family with Soros being the only survivor. But calling him a survivor would be too much, he died the day his family died, and after that, he became something else entirely.

A boy who was spiritually dead. Hence, becoming the perfect Curse user in existence.

Sadly his end came with imparting his Curse of Isolation to Farhad’s father, Varkus Maisel. And then dying.

Or so his story would have ended.

"You won’t fathom how precious he is to me, and how much he helped me. I don’t like the fact that in return, all I can give him is misery and death." I felt some anger over this old albeit immensely talented Dwarf. If possible, I wanted to punish him further, but I knew, any more and this dwarf might reach his limit. So I limited my anger while asking.

"What happened this time."

"This time... it’s the weirdest accident yet." Using the term weird in Homunculi’s creation goes to show how absurd the situation should have been.

And when I heard the details, I started to wonder if Soros was still somehow influenced by that abominable curse. ’If he is, then he is completely useless.’

Usually, the curse of isolation would kill all those around you. Anyone you meet, anyone who hears your name or tries to find your existence will die.

It’s that kind of curse, and if Soros is affected, it should be others who would have died around him, but why is he the one who keeps dying?

Though I have to say, this is the first time he has tried killing himself.

"Can’t you look into his mind and find the reason why he made such a choice?" Asked Vegal, but I can only shake my head in denial. "The soul is fractured a bit too much, any further intrusion on my end might just splinter it apart."

He is a precious one, just a level below Farhad in priority for me. So I can’t harm him, not this way at least.