episode_0005

Since I was originally the type of person who liked to play alone, I also enjoyed playing single-player games.

I poured a can of beer into my mouth as I played games I had previously purchased but never played in offline mode.

The first taste was bitter.

The cool carbonation popped in my mouth, but I couldn’t swallow the beer because of the cloudy taste on the tip of my tongue.

“Ouch!”

The cough came out naturally.

As if spitting out the beer that had slightly spilled into his mouth, the beer inside his mouth scatters in all directions.

Embarrassed by the unexpected situation, I put down the can of beer I was holding.

“Are you okay?”

Ramonax sat down next to me naturally and handed me a tissue.

He receives it in a hurry and looks through the clothes and computer desk.

I didn’t know that changing my body could feel this uncomfortable.

I knew I was craving something sweeter than usual, but I never expected that drinking beer would become difficult.

I tossed the damp tissue into the trash can and picked up the can of beer again.

Small hands fidget and caress a large can of beer.

It feels very big.

This time, he stuck his tongue out slightly and wet the beer.

The taste and aroma that rises up the tip of my tongue makes me frown.

I wanted to get a little drunk and have fun playing the game, but it seems like it’ll be difficult.

“Would you like a coke?”

Ramonax got up from his seat and headed toward the refrigerator.

I could have drunk the drinks the guy bought yesterday, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to.

I closed my eyes tightly and started drinking my beer.

The cold beer runs down my throat.

I almost spit out the beer because of the aftertaste that came up my nose, but I barely held it back.

“Kuuu… !”

I drink the whole can and then put it down with difficulty.

My stomach is bloated.

“Okay. This is enough.”

Ramonax, who had been bringing two cups, ended up taking only one for himself.

After finishing a can of beer and playing a game, I wiped my face as the alcohol slowly built up inside me.

It comes up stronger than expected.

I checked the label on the empty can of beer, and it was the brand I usually drink.

During the game’s loading time, a black screen appears, revealing a blushing girl.

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel like I want to drink some more. But I feel like the next morning will come right after I drink it.”

To Ramonax’s question, she answered while rubbing her flushed cheeks.

The soft face is crushed here and there.

I thought for a moment.

Whether or not to drink more beer.

The taste wasn’t that great, but the pleasant intoxication made me want more alcohol.

“Would you like some more?”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

Ramonax was writing something in a small notebook.

It seemed like he was doing something Hebrew had asked him to do.

As I looked up at that Ramonax, I accepted the cola he offered me.

The large mugs held in both hands contained sparkling cola.

“You want me to drink this?”

“Yes.”

I let out a small sigh and downed the cola in one gulp.

The sweet yet refreshing, tangy carbonated taste was just right for the girl’s taste.

I spoke to Ramonax, my tongue moving and slurping.

“The body I’m using right now is the same as the test subject’s body, right?”

“Probably so. Because Dr. Heblum made it.”

“Then, does he also find cola tasty?”

Ramonax’s eyebrows twitched at my question.

After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth to answer.

“Maybe so?”

Was it because of the alcohol? The girl who was the test subject, whom I would not have paid attention to normally, lingered before my eyes and would not disappear.

“How old has he been here?”

“Well.”

Ramonax also avoided eye contact and scratched his cheek as if he didn’t know.

Her eyes fluttered. Ramonax seemed to know something about the girl.

“Now that I think about it, I don’t even know the name.”

“What’s your name?”

“You can’t call me a test subject forever.”

“You’ve been singing well so far, right?”

“That’s true, but.”

I looked up at Ramonax, trailing off.

I was fiddling with the empty mug, so I held out both arms to him and showed him the mug.

“Give me more.”

“I don’t think it has a name. It was called the subject number.”

Ramonax answered, pouring cola into the cup I offered him.

The intense carbonation makes my mouth water.

“I think I like cola more than beer.”

“With that look, cola suits you better than beer.”

I put the cola down next to the desk and rested my chin on it.

The soft feel of your cheeks sinking in.

He flaps his short legs so that his feet can’t even touch the ground.

“I see.”

Only then did I understand why the convenience store clerk hesitated to pay.

Ramonax, who had been spending time having such simple conversations, returned to his room late at night.

As I was seeing him off, I took another can of beer out of the fridge and sat down on the chair.

Chiik- bang!

That was the last sound I remember from that day.

Beep-beep-beep!

I wake up to the faint sound of an alarm.

I looked around, straightening my tangled hair.

Empty cans were scattered across the floor.

I think I drank more than I thought.

There was something else on the floor besides canned beer.

Like a bag of chips with a torn belly showing and chips spilling out.

I got out of bed, stroking my throbbing hair, and started showering.

I should have cleaned my room, but I was so hungover that I couldn’t move.

A white-haired girl is reflected in the full-length mirror inside the shower room.

The girl’s skin flushed red from the hot water made her look healthy.

The girl, who had been standing still with a tired expression, raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

It looks better than I thought.

I thought that I wanted to see the guinea pig girl’s smile, not mine.

After a quick shower, I went outside and started drying my hair with a hair dryer.

Managing long hair was so inconvenient.

I dried my hair, dragged my tired body, and roughly cleaned up the room.

My body, which was becoming increasingly flabby, demanded more sleep.

Today, I packed a small pillow and put it under my side, thinking I would rather sleep than read a book.

I grabbed the book I had borrowed yesterday and left the room.

I didn’t really have anything on my mind this morning because of the hangover, but I remembered the cola I had yesterday.

The staff members were so curious about the sight of a girl wandering down the hallway holding a pillow that they didn’t look away until I was out of sight.

I stopped at a convenience store and picked up a cola, but hesitated for a moment.

Not one, but two.

Son picked up two colas and headed to the checkout counter.

“It’s a calculation.”

The employee who had been fiddling with his cell phone turned his attention to my voice.

Make eye contact with him.

He looked back and forth between the cola I had placed and myself, then smiled slightly.

After leaving the convenience store, I headed to the library.

As I opened the door and stepped inside, a strong smell of paper wafted in.

After taking a quick look around, I threw the book I had borrowed yesterday onto the book return cart and left the library.

I walk down the hallway and pass Dr. Heblum’s laboratory.

Judging by the lights being off, it seemed like he was still sleeping.

It’s the start of the third day.

As I entered the room, I naturally turned on the light, sat down on the chair, and picked up the microphone.

The girl was up and not sleeping.

He’s looking at me even though I didn’t speak to him first.

Feeling awkward for some reason, I turned my eyes away from her gaze and pressed the power button on the microphone.

A distinctive radio wave is heard as the speaker turns on.

The sound is connected.

“Hello?”

As expected, there was no answer.

As always, I have a few questions:

But there was no answer.

As I was spending some time blankly, I remembered that I hadn’t asked her name in the past year.

“What’s your name?”

The girl who asked me the question responded.

Eyes get bigger.

Her gaze remained fixed on me, but she stood up and reached out toward the glass wall.

“Do you have a name?”

The girl’s mouth opens.

A small tongue moving inside comes into view.

I started feeling a little nervous.

It’s a girl’s voice that I’ve heard for the first time in a year.

My anticipation grew as I thought I might even hear her name.

“Tell me your name.”

He asked for my name again.

The girl said to him.

“Shine”

I think I heard that voice.

pop!

Immediately afterwards the speaker blew up.

I covered my ears and sat down.

My body loses its balance due to tinnitus and blurry vision.

The girl also took on the same appearance as me.

But the girl’s gaze didn’t seem to leave me.

The guards storm in.

They looked at me sitting on the floor with my ears covered, then turned their gaze to the blown-out speaker hanging from the ceiling of the room.

The reason was said to be a simple malfunction of the speaker.

Did the speaker really blow up the moment you heard the girl’s name by chance?

Is that true?

I looked at the newly replaced speaker and then turned my gaze to the girl.

Is her name really Shine?

I turned on the sound by pressing the power button on the microphone.

“Shine?”

I called the girl’s name, but she didn’t answer.

Immediately after that, sparks flew before my eyes.

An unintended ability was revealed.

Startled, I looked around, but there didn’t seem to be any machines that could harm my abilities.

thank god.

I was always cautious when using my abilities in places with so many machines, as I would have to pay a huge amount of damage.

I let out a sigh of relief and gave Shine a small wave.

It seemed like it might be a bad idea to let other people know her name.

Why?

It just felt like that.

Somehow I feel like I should do that.

I scratched my cheek at the strange sensation, then turned off the microphone and laid back on the chair.

I was tired because I didn’t get enough sleep.

A limp body and a throbbing head.

My tired body quickly fell into sleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was already time to get off work.

I got up from my seat, rubbing my eyes, wiping my lips and picking up the documents.

There was nothing unusual today, no special reaction.

I checked all the items and said hello to Shine.

So I left the room.

As I was leaving the room, I remembered that I had forgotten to take out the cola I had bought to give to Shine.

It would still be on the desk in the room, but I couldn’t go back in because I had already used my employee card and left.

Before returning to my quarters, I stopped by Dr. Heblum’s laboratory and handed him some papers.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“There are a lot. There are a lot.”

I vented my frustrations to him.

He even waved his shortened arms up and down.

Hebrum, looking down at me, burst into laughter and said:

“You just have to endure it for 4 days.”

I sighed and left the lab.

“I’ll go.”