As for the final Alchemy blueprint—Refining Ceramic Figurines—Mono didn't look at it much.
To him, that didn't count as a gain.
If possible, he didn't even wish for such a blueprint to exist.
The person who created this kind of Alchemy was inhuman.
...
Mono looked down at the massive corpse on the ground.
Neck Person Teacher's long, stretched neck, though headless, still resembled a hideous serpent.
From a distance, it emitted waves of blood and stench, as if it still wanted to devour everything.
It was dead, but the sins it had committed could never be redeemed. Countless lives had been twisted, tortured, and snuffed out by its hands.
Mono silently took one last look at the messy scene on the ground around him.
Coldness, darkness, and decay enveloped his surroundings.
Mono sighed.
Grief and mourning were indeed a part of life.
Though he felt some sentiment, Mono was not one to wallow in self-pity. His strong spirit allowed him to regain his composure.
He walked over to Neck Person Teacher's corpse.
He successfully found the key in the pocket.
Then, he silently turned around and opened the large door that had been tightly shut.
A gust of cold wind immediately blew against his face.
However, it was still quiet to the side.
Mono rubbed his forehead and turned around somewhat helplessly.
He saw Six hugging her knees, squatting in the corner with her head buried, not saying a word.
Mono curled his lips.
Wasn't it just... another kiss just now?
Was this really necessary?
Besides, Six could feel shy?
This was too unscientific.
Mono silently walked up to her.
After a moment of silence, his face... suddenly began to feel hot.
He had just tricked a Little Girl who wasn't even thirteen years old.
Even though he was also a little kid right now.
But it still seemed a bit too...
Could it be that he liked a Little Girl...?
Mono hurriedly shook his head, casting the strange thought aside. He would never admit to liking a Little Girl.
Especially not Six.
She had betrayed him later on; wasn't that a lesson worth remembering?
He absolutely couldn't, absolutely couldn't. Right, he had to continue using her, making her work hard for him.
Mono finally reaffirmed his resolve.
"Um... Little Six, we... should go."
As he spoke, his face felt a bit hot.
Why was it hot?
It must be because of the aftereffects of the battle with Neck Person Teacher just now. Yes, that must be it.
After he spoke, Little Six still kept her head buried and didn't move.
"Hey?"
Mono squatted down, looking at the little buried head in front of him.
"I said, it's time to go. If you don't get up, I won't wait for you."
"I'm really leaving."
"Did you hear me?"
Just as Mono thought Six wouldn't make a sound.
"Mono... is a jerk..." A faint voice came from beneath the buried head.
"I'm a jerk? How am I a jerk? I just saved you!"
Mono's face turned beet red.
As if he had been provoked.
The faint voice came again: "Mono... just now... kissed... Little Six..."
"This... this," Mono hurriedly shouted, "this is normal, right? It's not like we haven't ki... kissed before."
"Mono... just now..." The faint voice came again, "used... used his tongue." It was as flat as if stating a fact.
Yet, it also sounded like a judge's statement during a prisoner's sentencing. Mono couldn't hold it together; his head felt a bit dizzy.
"Thi... this..."
Mono couldn't make up any more excuses.
Could he... really be a... pervert?
To do that to an expressionless Little Girl?
No, definitely not...
Mono shook his head violently...
It was too terrifying; he could never like Six.
Ever since they came out of the room on the second floor, the weather had been poor, with everything covered by heavy rain.
Even now, there was no sign of it letting up.
"Splash, splash, splash!"
The sound of rain sliding down echoed across the eaves, streets, fences, and wooden crates...
.
The falling droplets splashed into trails of hazy mist.
The flowing rainwater ran down along the cracks or pooled in puddles of varying depths.
Between heaven and earth, only a curtain of rain remained.
There was water everywhere, and everything was soaking wet.
Two figures walked through the curtain of rain.
The school receded behind them...
...Requesting flowers...
They had finally left that damned hellhole as they wished.
Thanks to the effect of [Cell Division], the side effects from Mono's previous overexertion had completely disappeared.
His physical condition was good.
However, Mono's mood was not very good right now.
The rainy and cold weather was one reason.
The other reason, of course, was because...
Mono glanced at Six, who was holding onto him.
He was troubled by a question...
What exactly... was so good about Six?
Could anyone tell him?
Who would like Six?
It was impossible, right?
Six remained silent, just gripping his hand very tightly with her small hand.
Mono felt it was a bit chilly.
The rain had soaked both of them through by now.
It was a bit cold.
In such cold and heavy rain, it wasn't very suitable to continue moving.
But he didn't dare stay at the school any longer.
Because of certain uncertainties.
After the teacher died, a very strong sense of being watched appeared.
He wasn't sure what it was.
Although feelings are mysterious things, in such a bizarre world...
...Mono was willing to trust his instincts.
Wasn't that exactly the case with the hunter last time?
He definitely had to remain cautious.
Glancing at Six's soaking wet figure, Mono temporarily set aside his chaotic thoughts.
He still silently took off the trench coat he was wearing.
Although everything that could get wet was already wet, he still didn't want to just watch...
"Huh?"
Little Six lowered her head, looking doubtfully at the trench coat draped over her, then raised...
...her head to look at the person beside her.
Mono looked straight ahead:
"I want to... take advantage of the rain to wash it. Hold it for me."
With that, Mono took off the paper bag mask on his head.
The heavy rain instantly poured over him from head to toe.
Mono shuddered.
This was way too cold.
How did Six endure this for so long? A questioning gaze was still fixed on him.
Mono could only steady himself.
Then, using the rainwater, he felt the hair on his head. Washing? Without even any soapberries, what kind of washing is that?
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