READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 245
So what, I made it to Earth safely, so it’s not my job anymore.
Late at night, I rushed back home without even thinking about jerky.
Sitting in front of the computer in my room, fiddling with a pen, I stood behind Siyeon and watched her draw, casually bringing up the topic.
“So, things turned out that way… Do you think about going out together?”
I explained what happened on the spaceship step by step.
Not a direct “Let’s go out together,” but a softer “Do you think about going out together?”
It was a privilege only Siyeon could enjoy in this house.
A soft, non-forced proposal, like freshly steamed tofu.
“Actually, it’s something I could do alone.”
Thinking it would be a bit disappointing if she couldn’t come, I waited for Siyeon’s decision.
“Hmm…”
After hearing all the explanation, Siyeon let out a subtle groan.
Three days later was technically Siyeon’s responsibility, but I couldn’t just dump my own task on her.
I asked, assuming I would go.
“What do I have to do there?”
Siyeon, with her kind nature, seemed slightly inclined and didn’t outright refuse, instead asking a question.
“Just do what you usually do, freeze them so they can’t move.”
After all, even if it’s been a while, I’m better at delivering torture than Siyeon.
Emphasizing “as usual,” I explained that it wasn’t a difficult task.
“At least four or five are coming… It might take some time for me to catch them all alone.”
“Ah, okay, I’ll go!”
After adding the necessary details, Siyeon accepted the proposal quite readily.
With the persuasion done, all that was left was to enjoy the vacation and rest until the promised day.
Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Siyeon fight lately…
Is she using her abilities well these days?
With a bit of anticipation for Siyeon’s abilities in three days, I spent the day like that.
“How could you not tell me! Her cooperation is indispensable for the great step of invention!”
Meanwhile, in the spaceship’s transmission room right after a magical girl returned to her land.
Maker, with an impassioned tone as if feeling betrayed, ranted to Medic Tentacle.
“That’s why I didn’t tell you.”
But Medic Tentacle’s attitude remained consistently cold towards him.
Unpredictable, if you had to describe the monster called Maker in four words, that would be it.
Sometimes he came up with useful inventions, but that was the general vibe.
Inventing ‘something that didn’t exist before’ was his specialty, but except for some cases, it usually ended up tiring everyone around him.
In fact, even that was covered to some extent under the name of research funds, but the problem was when something out of the ordinary got involved.
Reminding him once again of who his interest was, Medic Tentacle wriggled a bunch of tentacles and pointed at him.
“Hey, Maker, whatever you break or blow up in the development room… most of it is covered by your research funds, so I didn’t interfere much.”
“Then!”
At his words of not interfering much, Maker retorted with a tone of ‘Then this time too!’
Cutting off his words, Medic Tentacle opened one eye wide and tapped his mechanical arm with a bunch of tentacles, interrogating him.
“But you have to consider the other party, do you know what might upset her?”
His opinion was logically and rationally sound.
Every word was reasonable.
Something the monsters of the same generation who faced the cloned Sun incident would deeply empathize with.
But if he were a creature who would carefully consider such ‘rational and logical’ opinions, he wouldn’t be sitting there.
“Great research requires some sacrifice!”
“Not some, but the entire spaceship would be sacrificed.”
Even at the sincere rebuke, Maker remained unmoved.
Looking at him shamelessly spouting nonsense, Medic Tentacle lowered his voice in resignation and muttered a grim hint that ‘some sacrifice’ would include the entire spaceship.
Even Maker, whose vision was narrowed by his own interests, had no choice but to step back.
“Tch, then let me know next time she comes.”
But he didn’t seem to have much understanding, showing that he wouldn’t easily give up even as he stepped back.
At that sight, Medic Tentacle’s sigh deepened.
“Sigh…”
Even he wouldn’t do anything foolish after all this, right?
Such was Medic Tentacle’s hope.
But Maker, with a light and selfish heart, was secretly planning to crush that hope.
All for his own desires and development needs.
That secret and selfish plan was carried out at a time when most of the monsters on the spaceship were asleep.
“Yawn…”
The night shift workers in the transmission room, yawning and opening their bleary eyes.
Even though monsters don’t strictly distinguish between day and night, there is a time when most of them sleep.
The quiet atmosphere of such a time naturally makes one’s eyes close.
“How much longer?”
At this hour, even the executives had left to sleep.
The highest authority in the transmission room was just a transmission room monster.
Chatting with each other, they exchanged conversations to alleviate the constant drowsiness.
“2 hours and 32 minutes.”
At the question of how much time was left, an odd unit popped out.
A certain monster in the transmission room who wasn’t too fond of the spaceship’s trendy Earth culture.
At the casually mentioned odd Earth time unit, another monster, too lazy to calculate, snapped at his colleague.
“Ah, don’t speak in Earth units.”
“Ah, kekeke, calculate it yourself~”
“Damn it.”
A monster using the spaceship’s panel calculator to convert the time units to Setr.
Finally realizing how much time was left, he leaned back in his chair, knowing the shift change wasn’t far off.
In the warm atmosphere of jokes and curses, the sound of the transmission room door opening was heard.
Who… or rather, what monster would come at this hour?
Straightening their slumped backs, the workers turned their heads towards the entrance.
There stood not a familiar transmission room executive, but for some reason, Maker, the executive from the monster development room.
“What… what’s going on?”
“Don’t ask me.”
The transmission room monsters, strangely tense at the unexpected appearance.
A strange executive appearing suddenly at their workplace late at night.
And it was Maker, the oddball among oddballs among the spaceship executives.
Realizing it wasn’t a trivial matter, one of them quickly activated the recording function embedded in the panel.
To prepare an escape route in case something went wrong, proving they weren’t at fault.
“Uh, what’s the matter…?”
“Hmph, does there have to be a reason?!”
At the workers’ question, Maker flared up unnecessarily.
At Maker’s overreaction, the workers were convinced by now.
Clearly, he had some business, but it was a difficult issue to bring up directly.
The other monsters, belatedly sensing the chill running down their spines.
“Hey, did you turn on the recording?”
“Yeah.”
Whispering, he asked the colleague operating the panel.
The transmission room monster who had sensed something fishy early on and activated the recording function.
Maker, as if touring the transmission room, scanned every corner before stopping in front of the transmission device.
After fidgeting with the device, he spoke loud enough for all the monsters in the transmission room to hear.
“Ahem, gentlemen? Send me to the Black Area.”
Two fake coughs and the main point slipped out.
“Huh? That’s against regulations.”
Feigning panic, one of the transmission room monsters skillfully raised his voice to mention the regulations and oppose Maker.
Of course, without an expedition permit, they couldn’t just say ‘Yes, sir.’ and send him off without a special reason.
Maker wasn’t unaware of that either.
“I have urgent business down there, and I’ve already gotten permission from Gate, so send me off, are you refusing my order now?”
But he had the weapon of rank difference within the spaceship.
A blatant lie, Maker didn’t hesitate to lie for his own purposes.
The transmission room monsters, seeing through the lie, reluctantly pressed the transmission button and sent Maker somewhere in the Black Area.
And the recording function on the spaceship panel turned off.
At the very least, if something happened because of this, they could say ‘The executive told us to do it.’
Maker’s figure disappeared from the transmission device.
Gazing at the spot where his figure had been, one of the transmission room monsters spoke.
“Is it okay? Sending him off like that.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine.”
With the recording function off, the transmission room monsters continued their conversation comfortably.
The monster who said it was fine with endless optimism was belatedly mentioning something his colleagues had overlooked.
“Right now, the Black Area is under the ice woman’s responsibility.”
“Ah.”