episode_0064

Racole looked at Harmon.

He was a man with a massive body covered in muscles, clear skin, and eyes that had a strange glow.

The clothes he was wearing had buttons that he couldn’t button properly because of his chest muscles, and he couldn’t roll down the sleeves because of his arm muscles, so he had his chest open and the sleeves folded up, revealing his twitching muscles and showing off.

The man was holding a universal wrench, the first precious weapon Racol had ever carried, but unlike when Racol had it, it was clean and well-maintained.

The spanner must have been well maintained, reflecting the light like a mirror, clearly illuminating Racol’s face.

The Racol reflected in the spanner was quite different from Harmon.

Unlike Hamon, who was the epitome of health, eating well, sleeping well, and taking excellent care of his body, Racol’s body was worn out from living in the wilderness.

Because his lungs were contaminated with pollutants and he had difficulty breathing, he would gasp when he spoke, and although he had accumulated some fat from eating peanuts frequently, he was now practically skin and bones after being given only the bare minimum of food during his long month of confinement.

A haggard face with sunken eyelids, dark circles under the eyes, and wrinkles all over. A body that gives off a rotten smell because of the skin all over its body that is decaying.

And, unlike the author who was sitting on a chair and looking down at himself, he was subdued and forced to his knees with his whole body tied up and even his tail hacked off, unable to move.

Racole’s face distorts when he sees that.

“That’s mine… !”

As Racol tried to rush towards the spanner, Lucky, who was sitting on Harmon’s lap, leaning his face against his chest and making a pleasant noise, reflexively kicked him.

Creak!

With a dry sound, Racol flipped over, and Harmon patted Lucky’s head in praise.

After the battle with Vodka, Lucky’s body suffered terrible damage. To be honest, it was more damage than Harmon had expected.

As originally designed, the Undine liquid between the Destroid’s outer and inner armor was supposed to completely kill the vibrations, but the heat of the Destroid evaporated the liquid, preventing it from completely killing the vibrations, causing the Lucky to suffer.

Feeling sorry, Harmon did his best to help Lucky recover, and took good care of her despite his busy schedule. In the process, he won Lucky’s heart. After she recovered, Lucky became attached to Harmon every day, unlike when she used to just eat food and play alone.

“Keuk! You son of a bitch!”

Racol, whose jaw was broken by Lucky’s light kick and blood was dripping from his mouth, gnashed his teeth and glared at Harmon.

“Just kill me. What kind of trick is this!”

“No, I can’t kill you because you still have some use for me.”

Harmon said as if he was saying something obvious.

“Now, listen.”

As he spoke, Harmon showed off a device he had created to analyze Racol’s voice while he was imprisoned for the past month.

I implanted the device in my neck and opened my mouth.

“[Ah, ah. What should I say.]”

Racol’s voice began to come out of Harmon’s mouth.

“What.”

“[Yeah, that would be good.]”

Harmon smiled and said, looking at Racol like that.

“[Not just the spanner. The owner’s rights to the whiskey, the owner’s rights to the defense tower, the materials you’ve piled up around your mansion as you’ve repeatedly destroyed it, and all the science in your mansion.]”

Bam!

Harmon, holding Racol’s head, spoke in Racol’s voice.

“[I’ll take it all.]”

“… … Ugh!”

“[Watch all of that alive. Then you will be unhappy.]”

From the moment I sent the whiskey and destroyed the humanoid production plant.

From the moment Racol decided to destroy all scientific technology.

He offended Harmon.

So much.

Wanting a defense tower or the various home appliances that Racol had in his mansion were all just excuses.

There is only one reason why Harmon targeted Racol.

“Why did you do that to me by saving my life?! Just kill me, you idiot!”

“[Well, I don’t like you.]”

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Of course, Harmon doesn’t kill Racol simply because he wants him to be unhappy.

Since Racol would no longer be able to transfer his ownership rights to anyone once he dies, I had no intention of killing him until the ownership rights to the whiskey and the defense tower were transferred.

“Okay, I’ll give this to you.”

As he said this, Harmon attached the voice-reproducing device he had created to Racol. However, the method he used to attach it to Harmon was different.

Crunch!

“Keueueueueugh!!”

The moment Harmon attached the voice reproduction device, the voice reproduction device moved, destroying Racol’s vocal cords and suppressing his mouth and tongue, rendering him unable to produce any sound.

“Turn it off… … !”

Racol is in pain, bleeding through the gaps in the machine.

Harmon saw such a Racol and remotely operated the machine.

“[Whiskey, call me Mayor from now on.]”

Those were Racole’s words in Whiskey’s memory. Unlike Racole, who was groaning in pain, the voice reproduction device calmly spit out Racole’s voice.

“If you put HAR here.”

When HAR was put on top, Racol’s appearance of suffering disappeared.

There was a perfectly healthy Racol there, not tied up or haggard.

“Done.”

In addition, Harmon moved the device that had been restraining Racol. Racol had thought it was a restraint until now, but it was actually a motion learning device.

A device that was used to input various movements, such as Isaiah’s movements and Undine’s CQB, and teach them to Harmon and Lucky.

Originally, it was intended to automatically play back inputted movements to teach the body, but now that Harmon has slightly modified it, it has become a device that moves according to Harmon’s manipulation.

As Harmon moved the device, Racol jumped up from his seat. Following him, Racol’s hologram also moved naturally and stood tall in its place.

Now, Racol was forcibly raised, trembling in pain, shedding tears and blood, but the hologram Racol simply looked the same as usual.

“Okay, let’s try it.”

As he spoke, Harmon brought Whiskey’s head and filled it with all the parts he had taken apart for study, then turned it on.

Of course, the self-destruct signal transmission device was removed. Since Racol had the device, it was not difficult to identify and remove the same device.

As she activated Whiskey’s head, Whiskey, who had only her head left, opened her eyes and saw Racole standing in front of her.

“Mayor! Did you save me?”

Whiskey’s eyes widened in surprise.

“[Whiskey.]”

“Yes, sir.”

“[I will now transfer the authority I have as the owner.]”

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Such sudden and out-of-the-blue words.

A normal person would feel strange if the owner who rescued them from kidnapping suddenly offered to hand over his rights as owner, but Whiskey, a humanoid, didn’t feel that way.

That’s why.

“Okay, sir. To whom would you like to transfer it?”

“[Here is Hamon. From now on, he is your master.]”

The transfer of whiskey ownership rights was carried out with great ease.

Of course, this is generally impossible.

Even if he imitated the voice and created a hologram of a perfectly normal Racol, Whiskey would have known it was fake with his analytical skills and ignored the command.

But what was in front of Whiskey now was the ‘real Racol’, the machine connected to Racol’s vocal cords was producing Racol’s voice, and the hologram superimposed on Racol’s body was imitating Racol.

That’s why.

“Understood, Mayor. From now on, I will serve Master Harmon.”

This is how it happened.

“Keuuuu! Euuuu! Geuuu!!”

Racole tried to say something, straining his neck despite the blood pouring out of the wound.

He tried to move his still tail, make sounds that wouldn’t come out, and move his arms and legs.

But there was nothing I could do.

With his body held captive, Racole could do nothing but watch as his whiskey became someone else’s, using what was his own.

“Geuuu!!”

Amidst Racole’s cries, Harmon gave his blood to Whiskey to complete the DNA registration as the owner.

After completing registration.

“Delete all data on the previous owner.”

“… … .”

Whiskey looks at Racole at Harmon’s words.

In response, Harmon nodded his head in welcome to Racol.

“Okay, master.”

Whiskey destroyed all records of Lacol under Harmon’s orders.

“Finished.”

“Yeah. Good job.”

Harmon said, patting Whiskey’s head.

“Your body will be returned to you soon, so wait.”

“Okay, master.”

When Harmon gestured, Undine appeared and disappeared with Whiskey’s head, leaving only Harmon, Racole, and Lucky in the room.

Harmon sat back down on his chair, took in the lucky charm that was climbing up his body, and then caressed her, removing the hologram that had been placed on Racol.

As the hologram disappears, Racol appears, still shedding tears and blood.

Harmon smiled and said, looking at such a Racol.

“Thank you for your help. I’ll make good use of the whiskey.”

At those words from Harmon, Racol’s blood pressure soared and he fainted.