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Play with a mad scientist!

Japan in the second half of the twenty-first century. There was this urban legend. A place called the Yukioka Research Institute, located in Gikkoucho, Anraku City, Tokyo. It is said that if you undergo a remodeling operation by a mad scientist there, you will gain power in the supernatural realm. However, in return for gaining power, it is necessary to become a mad scientist\'s test subject, so there is the risk of failing and losing one\'s life, or being turned into a monster. Those who need power clinging to straws, those who simply admire supernatural powers and want to peek into a new world out of curiosity. It just so happens that a suicidal person is in a desperate state--with various thoughts hidden in their hearts, test bench applicants visit Yukioka Research Institute today as well.

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play with magic school clan -5

Kabashima Shou is the head of the Recycle Agency.

Kabashima was overjoyed when it was decided that he would be promoted as the chief executive of the government's important facility, the Akuta Agency. I realized that I hate it. He knew that he had only been put in charge as a stand-in.

The humiliation of having a research facility and a test body used by a young girl as she pleases.

The little girl showed off her own overtechnology, said to be over a century advanced, and showed excellent results that led to outright denial of the Garbage Institute's research results of more than a few years. Jealousy.

He is also the founder of the Akuda Institution, and is given the right by the government to freely personalize the Akuta Institution, an unacceptable reality.

"It was like a nightmare." His face and authority as his director were destroyed. Moreover, according to what I've heard, the little girl built this research facility as much as possible――

"This is more boring than I thought when I actually made it. It was fun when I was making it, but after two days I got bored of it."

"He left after saying something like that."

It suddenly appeared in front of Kabashima, who was smoldering in the director's office. When Kabashima saw the translucent thing, he was so shocked that he sat down and let out a loud scream.

"Help me... help me... go home..."

"It appeals with a cry."

"Help me... help me... mom..."

A ghost--that can only be described as a ghost, flew around in front of Kabashima like it was going crazy, screaming and screaming. A child's ghost... a child's ghost without limbs.

"Help me... help me..."

Kabashima was originally a mass of desires for fame and success, and was a self-centered and naive person who did not care about the pain and troubles of others. Even in Kabashima, the sight of an amputee crying and begging for help made her feel a pain in her heart. No, Kabashima himself did not think so. Kabashima was already possessed. It resonated with the grief and despair of the spirit.

Kabashima felt that his body had become that of a child.

He was me when I was seven years old. His perspective is also low and his body is light. That is not all.

Kabashima wasn't even in the laboratory. The house I lived in when I was seven years old. I was back in the days when I had parents, was protected at home, and lived comfortably.

Kabashima had no doubt that he had suddenly returned to his childhood. She took it very naturally. Since she was seven she doesn't remember much. She goes to school during the day, hangs out with her friends, and watches TV at night with her family. A peaceful day with nothing to worry about.

In front of Kabashima, scary-looking adults in black kimonos embroidered with white stars appeared, blocked Kabashima's mouth, restrained him, and ran through the night town.

By that terrifying group, I was stripped naked and laid on a stand lined with candles. They muttered gibberish. Kabashima was able to understand that it was a spell because even though Kabashima's consciousness had returned to being seven years old, he was not actually seven years old, but an adult with various knowledge and experience.

A woman with a sword approached. she is a beautiful person She is around twenty years old.

The woman smiles gently at Kabashima. Seeing her smile, Kabashima felt her relief for a moment. But literally, the relief was over in an instant.

The woman swung down the sword in her hand, and Kabashima's right arm was severed from her base.

A scream goes up.

In succession, her left arm and both legs are cut off from the base. She was in excruciating pain, but strangely enough, while the amputated limbs were bleeding profusely, the amputated side of her torso did not bleed at all.

Kabashima didn't realize that he was able to observe it from a third-person perspective, and that there was a part of him calmly thinking in his head that he didn't die of shock.

He was forced to lie on his back for days with his limbs amputated and fed a strange liquid that was bitter and foul. As soon as she excreted, she would clean it up, and every day she would carefully wipe her body with a towel soaked in hot water. But she is of no help.

Kabashima continued to laugh for days. At first she cried. She was crying and she was calling for help. She prayed from the bottom of her heart to her father and mother for help.

She desperately begged God for help. But no help came to her. She had no idea why she was in this situation. At some point, Kabashima stopped crying, and soon she started laughing. She didn't know what was wrong with her or what she was laughing at.

One day she was taken to a gaudy hall where the floor, ceiling and walls were painted orange and black.

A large number of candles were lined up there, and children who had had their limbs amputated like Kabashima were laid side by side. Most were crying, but some, like Kabashima, continued to laugh. There were many people who were just looking up at the sky in a daze.

"You guys should be honored."

The woman who cut off her Kabashima's limbs stood next to her and told her with a crooked smile.

"My name is Ayumi Hoshitan. The twenty-eighth head of the venerable school of Hoshitan magic. This is the greatest secret of Hoshitan's sorcery. In order to revive my clan, Yukioka, the nemesis who humiliated us. It is a great honor to be the cornerstone of a secret ceremony that can be said to be the culmination of the 700-year history of the Star Coal Clan for the sake of Junko's surrender, so feel honored and grateful."

The woman speaks in a euphoric tone.

She knew the name of Star Coal. It is said that among the people responsible for the spiritual national defense of this country, there was a master of sorcery named Hoshitanryu and another master of sorcery.

Many schools of sorcery and witchcraft were entrusted with spiritual national defense, but among them, it is said that the Startan style of sorcery had a relatively strong voice and influence.

However, the sorcery school was a clan that was thrown out by the government at the same time the Agarage Agency was founded, but I didn't know the reason.

For a moment, Kabashima's original memory crossed my mind, but it soon disappeared.

The memories Kabashima experienced up to this point were not Kabashima's memories. The memory of the possessed spirit is replaced with Kabashima's memory and shown. Her mind was eroded, Kabashima looked up at her void with her empty eyes and let out a roar of laughter, drooling from the corners of her mouth.

"Help me… help me… help me…!

On the other hand, the limbless child's spirit picked up speed and flew violently around the room before charging into the wall and disappearing through the wall.

"Help!"

I thought she had slipped through the wall and gone somewhere, but the spirit hadn't disappeared yet.

A child's crying face was clearly visible on the wall of the room, and a crack ran through the wall around the face that emerged.

The concrete walls shattered as if they were exploding, leaving tragic traces of destruction on the walls, ceiling, and even the floor.

Kabashima continued to laugh, even though his face was bleeding from the shards of the explosion.

Kabashima was seven years old again, and she had her limbs amputated over and over again. The sight that Kabashima saw in her eyes, and the feeling that Kabashima felt on her skin was just that. It was repeated endlessly, and I could not see or feel anything other than that.

Until she was crushed to death in a collapsing building, Kabashima continued to see the memories of the spirit of the child who possessed her.