The Archangel of Death - Chapter 337

337: Research 337: Research Hello everyone.

Currently, I’m down with a cold, and looking at my laptop for an extended period of time puts too much strain on my eyes and it hurts.

My limit is one chapter a day and even that after spending an entire day on it.

Please understand.

However, I promise I’ll do my best to fix and upload both these chapters, tomorrow’s chapter, and an apology chapter by tomorrow.

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~~ Chapter 337 “Aren’t you going to eat?” I asked the female soldier who was tasked with leading me to the leader in command.

She looked at me, and then she looked at the food, and then, her eyes went to the people who were gobbling up the good and the emotion that appeared in her eyes was guilt.

Not happiness, but guilt.

That was strange.

So I looked at her colleagues and almost all of them had looks of guilt in their eyes while some were preparing to pounce on the people.

That’s right.

Not the food but the people.

So I looked at them all again.

Now that I look at them again, I realize, none of them were malnourished.

They didn’t seem well-fed, but at least they weren’t all skin and bones.

The people, especially the children, however, were.

They were all skin and bones when I gave them something to eat.

So there wasn’t just a food shortage.

They weren’t being fed properly as well.

Now that wasn’t a good thing to do, was it?

So I turned to the soldier and my eyes dripping with killing intent, I asked with a smile, “How will you explain keeping them hungry, huh, little missy?” Terrified, she fell on her knees.

I could tell she didn’t know what was happening.

She was struggling to come to terms with that feeling yet all she felt was this… A single mistake and her head would be blown off.

[Magic cannon] Literally.

But maybe it was her lucky day.

Before she could say anything, I heard a shout from the other direction, the shout of a fat, bald, shot man coming this way with an expression of deep rage along with his bodyguards who were all carrying automatic weapons.

“What is going on here?!

Who gave them food?!” He was yelling again and again and asking his soldiers to take the food from the people.

Looking at him, the people also began to eat faster as if they’d lose everything once the ugly man arrived.

I didn’t need another explanation.

That short ugly bastard wasn’t just well-fed, he was a blob of food enough for ten people.

It was the classic scenario of wasting only on those who mattered.

The soldiers were necessary to fight so keep them sated.

He needed to lead them so the same went for him.

As for the people.

Well, they didn’t matter much now, did they?

After all, what could children do against a zombie?

The soldiers, according to the ugly fatty’s orders, went to take the food from the people when I naturally intervened.

[Magic cannon] I shot a few cannons at their feet, stopping them in their tracks.

When they looked at me, I simply said, “Kneel.” I was quite angry at the moment, you know?

It was already mercy that I hadn’t taken anyone’s head off yet.

I turned to the fat man and asked, “Are you intentionally keeping them starved?” “Who are you?!

How dare you question me!” The fat man yelled and said, “Shoot him!” Yet, no one moved.

Not one person had the courage to even look at me let alone harm me.

The fatty was an exception because I wanted to see what he’d say in his defense without being influenced by fear.

“I’ll ask you again.

Are you intentionally keeping them starved?” I asked for one last time before my patience ran out.

“Yes, I was.

So what?!

Who are you to question me?!

I said shoot him!!

Sho–” Bang!

Two limbs flew in the air as they were separated from the body of their owner in an instant.

There was no need to ask what this was about.

Why did he do it?

Did he feel any pity or not?

Those were all useless questions and only for movies.

In reality, guilty was guilty.

The punishment… “Ahhhh!!!” Must be appropriate.

~~ “And… that’s all we know.” The chief scientist explained to me everything he knew about silica.

However, “That’s it?” Everything he knew didn’t even cover an entire page.

After taking over the base and solving many of the problems, I wanted to figure out how to deal with the plastic men which I still thought was a better name.

As my problem always was, I would have to leave one day.

I couldn’t, however, leave the children under the threat so I decided to end this plague before I left.

The silica came from some sort of virus.

I wanted to know what kind of virus it was and how it affected humanity but the people didn’t know much about it.

All they knew was that once silica bit someone, they’d cease to exist.

What would happen?

I was yet to see.

So, I decided to test it out.

But they didn’t have anything to report.

“How do they find people?” I asked.

“…” The chief scientist looked at me and asked after some silence, “What do you mean by that?” “Bats rely on sonar, dogs rely on their nose, whales communicate using waves, and so on.

I’m asking, how do these things operate?

They don’t have a nose or ears and they sure as hell don’t have inherent sensors.

So how the hell do they find you?” I asked.

Zombies were attracted to loud noises such as gunshots.

If it was the same for them, then they should have had ears.

However, they didn’t.

So if they didn’t, what was it that made them different?

“We… don’t know.” The scientist replied.

I sighed and said, “Do you have any live samples?” He nodded and said, “Yes.” “Bring one,” I asked and got to work.

The first part I needed to see was what would happen if one was bitten by one of the silica.

To do that, the method was a little cruel but science was cruel.

“So I hope you understand, okay?” I said to the gagged mayor who was the one leading this base before.

He struggled to get out of his binds but no matter what he did, without his arms, he had a fat chance of getting out of those restraints.

“And here comes the main ingredient.” I turned as the door to the room opened and a few soldiers, along with a few scientists, brought in a chained silica.

Even chained, it was growling and trying to bite on everything.

I waved my hand and said, “Leave us.” The soldiers were hesitant to leave, seeing what I was about to do was far from ethical but this guy deserved it so no matter what they had to say, this fatty’s atrocities wouldn’t be pardoned.

He should be honored he was being used for such a noble purpose.

“Bring me one more,” I said to the soldiers who were leaving.

They nodded and left.

I turned to the scientists and said, “Monitor their vitals closely.

Observe bone structure, DNA structure, or anything on the molecular level of a human body in this one.” They nodded and took their respective seats behind computers.

And I began.

I brought the silica close to the fatty and removed the belt around its mouth.

In just a second, it bit on the fatty like he was a fat juicy steak.

Given the mess, he certainly was a juicy steak and very much delicious to the silica.

But what happened next kind of stumped me.

I had seen a lot of weird things throughout my long, long, long life but this was something I had never, ever seen before.

The monster was becoming the fatty.

You didn’t hear me wrong.

The monster was becoming the fatty and the fatty was shrinking.

As if the monster was drinking from a plastic cup that shrank as the air and contents in it were emptied.

What’s left behind was nothing but a husk and the monster now looked exactly like the fatty.

Correction.

The monster was nowhere to be seen.

It was just the fatty.

The monster had literally turned into a human being, its eyes brimming with human intelligence.

However, he wasn’t completely fatty either.

He was different from the original fatty.

He was… How should I say it?

The appropriate term would be… determined.

Determination towards a goal.

That was what I could see in the eyes of the new and improved fatty.

“So that’s what it means by ceasing to exist…” I said as I moved closer to the new fatty who was also following me with his eyes.

I got behind it and touched his neck.

He was no longer trying to bite me which meant he wasn’t a monster anymore.

Also, there was something else that was different.

Something deep down.

Something beyond just the husk of a human.

[Soul] Exactly.

The soul.

There was a soul.

I don’t know if that was the appropriate thing for me to say or not, but this thing was more human than any other.

“Just what are you?” I questioned as I grabbed the head of the fatty and snapped it, killing him on the spot.

Soul, huh?

“Let’s find out,” I said as I saw the soldiers dragging another silica into the lab.

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