Ch.40From Now On, Whoever Moves is the Culprit (2)

I’m fucked.

I’m really fucked.

Of all things, a health examination.

Last time at Y, I was about to have my blood drawn when Master Makoto came and took me away, allowing me to safely avoid the situation.

But now, even Master Makoto, who had helped me before, was pouring oil on the fire as if she thought it would be good for me to go through with it.

“Janghoon. It’s just a quick blood test, so you don’t need to worry. Understand?”

“Yesss…”

“Hmm, you seem too tense for something like that. Why don’t you just honestly confess now?”

“…Miss Yoon Ha-eun. If you flap your mouth like that one more time, I’ll tear it apart with my own hands. Got it?”

“?! Yes, I understand…”

Basement level 1 of the Hero Association building.

In the ward/laboratory specializing in monster research and hero treatment, a large crowd had gathered around me.

Well, it was quite a sight to see two S-class heroes, who rarely responded to the Association’s calls, together in one place.

Plus, with a special-class monster who usually just hammered away in the basement also present, it was no wonder passing researchers were watching with popcorn in hand.

“Okay, I’m going to insert the needle now?”

“Make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“Um… Master Makoto. I’m sorry, but injections usually hurt a little…”

“Make. Sure. It. Doesn’t. Hurt.”

“Yes, yes! I’ll do my absolute best!”

The one fortunate thing was Master Makoto, who cherished me like her own son.

Thanks to her, the blood sample collection that would soon fuck me over had been delayed for 10 minutes already.

But it seemed that would soon come to an end.

The nervous researcher had finally steeled himself and positioned the needle against my arm.

‘Is there really no way out?!’

If the results came back positive—meaning I’d be exposed as a monster—what would happen to Master Makoto and the Okami family who had believed until the end that I was human?

‘Should I just confess now?’

As I squeezed my eyes shut, looking at the needle now just one centimeter away from my arm…

Grab.

“Huh?”

“Wh-what?”

Someone had seized the arm of the researcher who was about to inject me.

It was none other than the Weapon Monster who had been quietly observing from the side.

“Hey, this needle is ‘defective.'”

“P-pardon?”

“The needle…”

“Is defective?”

Hearing the monster’s words, Master Makoto quickly took the syringe from the researcher’s hand and examined it herself.

Then she crushed it in her grip and shouted in an anger-filled voice.

“It really is! There’s rust on the tip of the needle!”

“Wh-what?”

“…! She’s right. This could have caused tetanus!”

Yoon Ha-eun also spotted the tiny bit of rust on the needle tip among the broken fragments.

Meanwhile, Master Makoto, who had practically transformed into a villain, immediately grabbed the throat of the researcher who had almost given me a tetanus shot.

“M-Master, please calm down!”

“Master Makoto!”

“Someone! Someone stop her!”

“You! Atone with your death!”

“P-please spare meee…!”

While everyone was trying to restrain her.

“Little friend.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

The Weapon Monster had somehow approached my side.

“It looks like it’ll take some time for the situation to calm down. Why don’t you go to the bathroom in the meantime?”

Certainly…

The scene before me was absolute chaos no matter how you looked at it.

Relieved at having gained some time, I quietly nodded and headed to the bathroom alone, hoping to come up with a new plan.

***

Splash splash splash splash.

Maybe it’s because I almost got fucked over.

My stream is impressively strong today.

I suppose my survival instinct had kicked in, making my male organ work harder than usual.

“Haah, what am I going to do now…”

I’d gained a little time thanks to the unexpected rusty syringe, but that would soon end too.

Eventually, I’d have to undergo the physical examination today, and my identity would be exposed. Of course, since my current form is human, the results might show I’m 100% human, but…

‘If even 1% shows up as monster, I’ll be saying goodbye to my peaceful daily life forever…’

What can I possibly do now?

As my stream was almost finished and my precious part was about to shrink from nervousness, suddenly…

“Excuse me.”

“…?!”

What?

Did I enter the wrong bathroom?

No.

The presence of urinals clearly indicated this was the men’s bathroom.

But why on earth had ‘she’ come in?

The Weapon Monster took a natural stance at the urinal next to mine.

Her ample breasts and plump buttocks clearly proved she was a woman.

But then, like a kindergarten boy, she pulled down her shorts to her ankles.

“You know, among women.”

“…?”

“Some have such strong streams that they can pee forward.”

Splash splash splash splash.

I could now confirm that while she had hair between her legs, she lacked the male part—truly befitting a special-class monster.

I was once again reminded of their dangerous nature by this ‘overwhelming sight’ that defied human common sense.

“Ah, this brings back memories.”

“Memories?”

“Yeah. When she was about your age, Ha-eun practiced this technique a lot in the bathroom, trying to copy me.”

I didn’t really want to hear such TMI…

Looking at it now, it was clear that more than half the reason Yoon Ha-eun grew up to be a pervert was because of this person… no, this monster.

After a while of peeing side by side.

“Little friend. What are you planning to do now?”

“Pardon?”

“About your identity. Are you just going to let it be exposed that you’re a monster?”

“?!”

The Weapon Monster offered advice.

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

“You don’t need to keep it secret from me. …No. It’s not that you ‘don’t need to,’ but rather you ‘can’t.'”

“I still don’t understand what you’re saying…”

“Little friend, you’re a monster with a human-form mimicry, aren’t you?”

“Human-form… mimicry?”

Even as I tried to deny it, it was as if she could see right through me.

“Others might not notice, but highest-rank monsters like me have the authority to see the ‘essence’ of a monster no matter what form they take.”

The Weapon Monster casually waved her hand as if telling me not to bother trying.

“In other words…”

“You could see my monster form from the beginning?”

“Well, something like that.”

Chills.

What is she saying?

Highest-rank monsters…

So monsters classified as special-class by humans have the ability to see through the identity of all monsters?

Maybe because it was the game’s fifth anniversary.

Until then, special-class monsters were mysterious beings hidden under the pretext of power inflation.

So I had no idea they had such abilities.

I was caught completely off guard.

‘…But why?’

If she knew my identity all along, it wouldn’t have been strange for her to immediately inform Yoon Ha-eun, her contractor.

The Weapon Monster finished her stream, pulled her hot pants back up, and walked to the sink to wash her hands.

Seeing her relaxed demeanor, I wondered if special-class monsters could just kill me at will and were deliberately leaving me be.

As I swallowed nervously at that thought.

“By the way, I’m not being relaxed because I can kill you anytime I want.”

She immediately denied my thoughts.

“Then why are you leaving me alone?”

“Well… because I feel like you and I are the same kind.”

“……What?”

After drying her hands, she turned back to me and answered.

“Little friend. You and I have a lot in common.”

“In common? The Weapon Monster and me?”

“Yes. For one thing, we both fight for humanity, right?”

If humanity were to perish, many things would disappear into the annals of history.

But the first to vanish would be weapons—objects that only humans can use, starting from stone tools.

Swords, spears, bows, and then guns, bombs, tanks.

The ‘terror’ of weapons, which could be considered human history itself, was something only humans could create.

That’s why the Weapon Monster, mother of all weapon-related monsters who owed their existence to humanity, had sided with humans from the moment of her birth.

Because of this, she was branded a traitor among other highest-rank monsters from other dimensions, but she was actually ‘satisfied’ with that.

After all, them seeing her as a heretic was proof that humanity was holding its own against monsters.

Would they even care about her betrayal if humanity was losing?

But still.

Having seen countless monsters, she said I was the first of my kind as she continued her story, pointing directly at me.

“But you’re quite interesting.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Usually, highest-rank monsters can immediately identify what kind of monster someone is and their epithet just by looking at them.”

“Ah, the epithet…”

“But you don’t show any epithet. How curious.”

No visible epithet…

Should I consider this good or bad?

It was an ambiguous question.

So I just laughed along with her.

“First of all, you’re… a highest-rank monster? But I’ve never seen your face before.”

“Well, that’s true.”

“And yet, the numbers don’t add up for you to be high-rank either. Little friend, I heard you completely destroyed one of my sons before?”

“Your son…?”

Son?

What son?

As I tilted my head in confusion at the sudden mention of a son.

“My bastard child.”

“Bastard child…?”

“‘The Sword Monster.’ That runaway delinquent.”

“Ah……”

Come to think of it, this person.

No, this madam was the progenitor of all weapon monsters.

Just as the Radiation Monster referred to nuclear bombs, closely related to her epithet, as her older sister.

This was TMI that never appeared in the original work, but it seemed the Sword Monster was like a child born from the Weapon Monster’s heart.

“Hah… that kid was born along with the Spear when human civilization began.”

“I see.”

“Yes… but then he suddenly became a ruffian and ran away from home.”

“Ah……”

So I’m like a benefactor who punished—no, disciplined—her runaway son and forcibly sent him back home?

“You did well, little friend.”

“It was nothing?”

That bastard had such a mother and still turned out like that?

This is why proper child-rearing is important.

I found myself being praised as I watched the Weapon Monster, a mother who had heard the news that her son had finally returned home (to the other dimension) after a long time, wiping away her tears.