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Without thinking, I pressed number 1, but only a recorded message came back saying that products already received cannot be exchanged or returned.

The synthesized electronic sound that the teacher could hear when turned on speaker mode was repeated over and over again from the information message written on the website of a wholesaler that sells magic stones by weight instead of quality.

In order to order the items in your shopping cart via courier, you must click the ‘I understand all the terms and conditions’ button. It was also what was written on the page.

“…The command was carried out♡”

The same thing happened when MN-001, wearing a white swimsuit with her nipples showing through love juice and a white cat ear hairband, called.

Instead of reporting honestly that the biological brain capsule for cyborgs came from an android for parts, I checked with an employee android to make sure the source of the supply was accurate.

The answer was the same. He was said to be a high-performance android who went into the dungeon instead of getting a safe job as a mansion maid because he wanted to purchase himself as quickly as possible.

It was kindly explained once again that the damage was so severe that instead of repairing it, it was handed over to a wholesaler as a spare, with only the personality modules that were problematic enough to refuse the assigned job and enter the dungeon.

It wasn’t a lie. The wounds of the android without the cyborg biological parts were identical to the wounds shown by the adventurers when working at the treatment center at the entrance to the dungeon, as described in the product catalog.

The reason for the disposal of androids, which contained a biological brain capsule, the only part that distinguishes robots from cyborgs, was slightly different.

“What do you think? Illemina?”

“It is as you said, master.”

Unlike the android that was attacked by the spider monster, there were many instances where he was stabbed from behind and even burned.

An accurate analysis was made that the maid robot, which had synchronized the magical knowledge of a genius wizard, would have resisted fire damage but would have still received the impact, but that was all.

“Voice call records. Upload completed. master. Is this enough?”

“Enough. I don’t think they know either.”

If the fox-beast doll weapon, which had been out since dawn on a mission to secure a magical girl, was nearby, I would have been able to find more information from the traces of stabbings and cuts with blades, but this was enough for now.

I saved the call records because I thought I might be involved with a criminal organization that kidnaps healthy cyborgs and sells them as android parts, but the possibility of that happening is very low.

It was difficult to think of it as a crime since he was a wholesaler selling learning cores among cheap magic stones, which can fetch a huge price no matter where they are sold.

It was clear that a seriously damaged cyborg had been involved in the process of importing discarded androids at low prices, regardless of whether they were from a garbage dump or a recycling plant.

“Ilemina.”

“Yes! Unit MN-001 is online♡

The master’s maid robot MN-001 is a great technician unit that can even respond to the names of the bodies♡”

It seemed that Master, who had turned into a loyal technician unit preparing research projects for Megacorp, had the same thought.

The Master who boldly came to Sky City to research magic is more of a scientist than a Megacorp technician. It was also included in the equipment unit close to the researcher unit.

I wondered what on earth he had done to receive bolt magic dozens of times from behind his back. I was also curious about how this cyborg ended up in a product storage container at a large wholesaler in Sky City.

The research unit that was an elf and the two questions that arose in my mind could be solved with the simple act of connecting a capsule containing an intact biological brain to the device.

“This. Isn’t it possible to restore it?”

“Ah…this unit… MN-001 is always 100% satisfied whenever it is with its owner♡”

Preparing a new body for a cyborg who lost her body was as simple as creating a clone with the memories of a magical girl using protein powder.

It was easier to push the cable into the capsule containing the biological parts that Android doesn’t have.

I felt the vibration created when an old hard disk is turned on at my fingertips, like a clicking sound.

A folder named ‘SD-0222’ appeared on the monitor screen.

“The name before the change was Pinephrine… Oh?”

Although we have not yet confirmed the biological brain’s memories stored in video format. The folder saved with the modified identification code SD already told everything.

“Hyeonwoo. Isn’t this… the story about the ancient ruins I told you last time…?”

MN-001 must have decided that he could not keep up with the situation in researcher unit mode, where only necessary actions and information came to mind, and he returned to being a teacher again.

As expected of a teacher who was excitedly listening to a bad ending that can only be found in a fantasy world and was shedding love juice, he was making the already transparent swimsuit even more shiny.

Unlike the researcher unit, which can only move when given commands or instructions, the teacher placed the mouse remotely over the folder.

“Can I run it?”

“You call that a horse?”

Faster than I could nod, the maid robot made with a learning core pressed the autorun button.

I accepted the popcorn and candy brought by the staff unit and sat down with my teacher in a friendly manner in the treatment room, which was decorated like a movie theater with a beam projector.

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“Is it really like that?”

“Uh….Umm…”

The teacher confidently patted my flat chest and said that he would explain the fantasy world to me, whose knowledge was mostly focused on hypnosis brainwashing and bad endings, and said, ‘It’s a kingdom!’ He closed his mouth with the last words.

As in the Sky City promotional video, it was okay to see a fantasy kingdom at the level of medieval technology with CG editing technology passing by in a flash.

The teacher, who judged it to be a useless memory and backed it up to the server and immediately erased it from his mind, downloaded the data again and saw where it was pretty. It’s cool over there.

The candy store I met with the police officer who had come across Sky City on a scouting mission was nice as he happily explained that I could go further inside from where I could see.

The problem was that it was not a video explaining the Kingdom tour package.

After the opening, which was obviously added the moment the folder name was changed, the video found the owner of the data and honestly showed the slums of the kingdom without any filters.

“Slums…um…um…you know. It’s not a very good place.”

“Drug addiction, pleasure vulgarity, straight to the slave market.”

Although there were some changes made to the world view, such as absolute obedience and vulva treatment rather than intracerebral control, it was still the same world with the bad ending of being sold as a pet doll to a wealthy owner.

The main character of the video, who became a cyborg, went through various events, and was delivered to Megacorp as a discarded android for parts from a wholesaler, was a small beastman.

While living with a Yeosu beast, I found out when its white, soft tail droops and when it stands stiffly.

Even without that knowledge, I could tell that the condition of the black fur ball squatting next to the slum trash can was not good.

A fox-beast doll working hard to secure a magical girl. The black hair that should be shiny like a weapon has long since been completely torn off and covered in dirt like an animal ear.

There was also a reason why I wanted to test the magic circuit. Master, who thought he wanted to help the magical girl first, who no one would have criticized even if she ignored him, had already frozen.

I knew it was a bad and dangerous place, but that’s about it. It was a scene that could not be seen by a genius wizard elf who could fire a 5-charge firebolt at a slave trader at any time.

“Wolf beastman… maybe? What do you think?”

“It looks more like a ball of fur than a beast.”

The name of the hairball that looks like it will die if you kick it even once is epinephrine. It was clear that the original name of the folder was epinephrine.

Just as humans cannot perfectly remember everything that has happened, only the important parts were left behind in the images contained in the biological brain.

[It’s unfair…]

Suin, who was barely making a living by picking up trash in the slums, thought one day that it was unfair.

Both Master and I could not help but be surprised.

I thought he would resent his situation of being abandoned without parents, but he was dissatisfied not only with the beasts but also with the situation in the world itself.

That part was surprising, but thanks to this cyborg’s dissatisfaction, I was able to understand how the worldview of the hypnosis brainwashing game that drives the female protagonist to a bad ending continues.

This Earth, where Sky City exists, is a worldview that continues from the strategy game where you wake up from a frozen capsule after decades, uncover the secret of the gate that sends out monsters, and save the Earth.

It seems that the fact that the Earth was ruined and that nothing was done was recognized as an affair, but the fact that he went to another world was recognized as an affair.

The dissatisfaction with the black hairball also arose there.

“Is it really true that cat beastmen are born with special gun-related abilities? And all that?”

“Well…all heroes belonging to Megacorp are like that.”

Thanks to the setting that they inherit some of their parents’ abilities. Some clans were grateful to their ancestors who had passed from Earth to the fantasy world.

The little furball seemed dissatisfied with that.

It wasn’t wrong, but I couldn’t change the rules of the world, so I wanted to give up, but the little ball of fur had big ambitions.

It was a great ambition that he would succeed like his ancestor of the cat clan, free his compatriots caught in the slave market, and rethink social awareness.

Unlike the Free Artificial Intelligence Association, which is diligently investing time and resources in improving its image, the Magical Girls of Sky City, whose social awareness has sunk to the bottom, come to mind.

“If some, if not all, magical girls had thought like this epinephrine, it would have been a problem that could have been resolved in a good way.”

“Is that also true? Well, thanks to that, we were able to create a security unit… wait a minute!”

“I see you understand. Master.”

The teacher, who was proudly looking at the efforts of a furball who had no skills but escaped the slums and became a bronze-level adventurer, seemed to remember the ending of this video.

No matter what happened in the meantime, the fact that only the biological brain parts remained connected to the Megacorp Hero Association’s computer terminal was the same as saying that the little ball of hair’s ambitions were over.

Especially if the folder has been modified with the identification name of a security drone called SD.

The intact capsule was not a cyborg’s biological brain with preserved self-awareness, but was closer to a security drone’s biological parts.

There was a scene where the adventurer party, who were treated as porters but were lucky enough to enter, discovered ancient ruins.

Thanks to the wizard who openly declared that he would rob the facility, a security drone sent out by the server also appeared.

[Operation begins. Check for intruders. Command reception completed.]

[We will carry out suppression ♥]

“Would you like to stop watching?”

“Ah…no. Just wait a little bit, huh?! I…applied…SD…03…registered…let’s see…♡”

There was no need to worry about Master, who had given himself the temporary name of security drone.

Being pitiful is being pitiful. Masturbating while watching a video of the bad ending of being brainwashed by a security drone was a different matter for Master, who was also MN-001.

Instead of popcorn, I put my finger through the teacher’s white academy swimsuit, empathizing with the security drone that began to subdue the adventurers.

“I reached my peak…Illemina…Illemina, the security drone, reached my peak…♡ I…I did it! So…Ugh…Ugh…Press a little harder…♡”

Instead of a blond, busty adventurer who had been remade into a security drone completely stripped of all emotions in an unmanned factory, I squeezed my teacher’s small, flat, shameful nipples.

As a research unit, the Master’s visual module, which registered the next project to improve latex body suits into body armor on the server, did not contain the image of the prisoner who resisted until the end and was dragged away.

Sitting next to me was a female majo who was giving a first-person tour of the manufacturing process for the security drone SD-0222 and slightly leaning forward to rub her red clitoris.