The Perverted, Gay Genius Scientist

Knock, knock...

"Come in."

"Miss, this is a document from Lieutenant Esdeath for you."

Sebas knocked on the door and entered the room with a smile, handing the document to Selene, then promptly turned and left.

"It's already evening, isn't it?" Selene muttered to herself as she accepted the document from Sebas, furrowing her brow slightly. She didn't understand why Esdeath would send her a document after working hours.

"Could it be that she's unhappy with the task I assigned her to oversee the Southwestern tribal prisoners?"

Selene mused to herself, a smile curving on her lips. Little Esdeath would soon "expire" and wouldn't be so easy to bully anymore.

In a pleasant mood, Selene tore open the document that Esdeath had sent.

"Commander Selene, recently, officials from the Imperial Science Bureau have been coming to the prisoner camp, wanting to take away a group of prisoners. After I refused, they continued to negotiate and inquire multiple times. I am uncertain about how to proceed, so I am reporting to you for guidance."

After reading Esdeath's brief report, Selene pondered for a moment. The Science and Technology Bureau? It should be the department where Dr. Stylish, who developed the Taishan Cannons, works...

"I'll go meet them tomorrow."

...

The next day, Imperial Prisoner Camp.

Under the professional interrogation techniques of the Imperial Prison personnel, the captured officers and those with severe crimes were executed, while the less guilty ones were sent to various construction projects around the capital.

Although there were some elderly and weak among the ten thousand Southwestern tribespeople, there were still seventy to eighty thousand able-bodied laborers. With their addition, the progress of the capital's construction projects was rapidly accelerating.

(Don't ask about the unreasonable population structure—Selene isn't a philanthropist. The prisoners who couldn't survive the journey through the wind and snow had already perished.)

As for the leader of this Southwestern tribe, after presenting him as a captive to the young emperor, the emperor ordered him to be publicly executed by a thousand cuts in the central square of the capital, in front of countless citizens, to demonstrate the Empire's unyielding authority!

Selene, busy with the handover of the Fourth Legion of the Imperial Guard, did not witness the gruesome scene, but it was said that the execution lasted an entire day and night...

"Hmm? Is that... Dr. Stylish?"

As she overlooked the scene outside the prisoner camp, Selene noticed a figure in a white lab coat, standing out conspicuously among a group of gray-uniformed guards.

Dr. Stylish—a bold and somewhat flamboyant genius scientist with a penchant for pushing boundaries.

Although he could have safely remained in the rear, overseeing everything, he insisted on leading his team into enemy territory, a testament to his unique character.

This guy, does he also have a dream of being a close-combat fighter?

But one cannot deny his skill and talent in research. His gas could incapacitate opponents, and without Susanoo, even Night Raid would have struggled against him.

Aside from the flying Lubbock, the immune Susanoo, and the puppet-wielding Kurome, almost no one could stand against him—though this doesn't include monsters like General Budo and Esdeath, who had surpassed the limits of their Teigu (Imperial Arms).

He could create the "Judgement of the Ten Heavenly Kings," a weapon system only slightly less powerful than a Teigu, which speaks volumes about his genius. However, the loss of techniques and materials needed to create Teigu makes it impossible for him to craft them.

Teigu were crafted by the first emperor using immense wealth and power, gathering the world's top craftsmen, using legendary danger beasts as materials, along with rare metals like Orichalcum and numerous lost secrets.

Comparing Dr. Stylish alone to the world's top craftsmen isn't fair.

In Selene's view, in terms of value, if the The Complete Book Of The World: Rongo Rongo she possessed ranked first, then Dr. Stylish, combined with the Glorious Hands of God: Perfector, would rank second. The Supreme Throne, known as the strongest Teigu, would come third.

As for the remaining Teigu, they weren't worth ranking. In Selene's eyes, they were mere toys.

...

Knock, knock.

"Come in." A woman's unfamiliar voice called from inside the office, making Dr. Stylish curious as he pushed open the door. Wasn't Esdeath in charge of the prisoner camp? Had she been replaced?

Upon entering the office, Dr. Stylish opened his mouth to speak, "Lieutenant Esdeath, about the proposal I gave you yesterday, have you—uh..."

Before him was not Esdeath sitting behind the desk, but Esdeath herself standing obediently beside it.

Seeing the visitor, Selene looked up with a smile, "You must be Dr. Stylish from the Imperial Science Bureau, right? I read your proposal. You want to take some Southwestern tribal prisoners for research?"

White hair, crimson diamond-shaped pupils, silver-white armor—these signature features combined left no doubt in Dr. Stylish's mind about who was before him. "...Yes, General Selene."

Immediately dropping his previous nonchalant attitude, the twenty-something Dr. Stylish straightened up, standing respectfully before Selene.

Though he could be arrogant and unruly, it depended on who he was dealing with. The young Dr. Stylish didn't have the guts to act out in front of someone like Selene, a powerful military leader. What if these merciless soldiers decided to kill him on a whim?

"I find your proposal quite interesting... Have you prepared the relevant plans?" Selene asked, crossing her hands and crossing her legs, showing clear interest.

"Yes, I have!"

Dr. Stylish hurried to the opposite side of Selene's desk, pulling out a stack of documents and carefully handing them over one by one. "General, here's the plan for the new artillery systems! Here's the plan for human modification experiments! And this is for danger beasts enhancement serums..."

"Alright, just put them there. I'll look at them one by one." Seeing him grow more excited as he spoke, Selene pointed to an empty spot on the desk, indicating where Dr. Stylish should place the documents.

After placing the documents in the designated spot, Dr. Stylish stepped back, standing in front of Selene with a worried expression. He wanted to ask her some questions but didn't know how to start.

About fifteen minutes later, just as Dr. Stylish was beginning to worry that his proposal might not be approved, Selene looked up again. "Dr. Stylish, congratulations, I approve your plan."

"Really!?" Dr. Stylish was incredulous, and after a brief moment of disbelief, he cautiously asked, "General, can I start selecting people now..."

But then, realizing his eagerness, Dr. Stylish hesitated and rephrased, "Sorry, General, I got a bit ahead of myself. Research requires..."

"I understand." Selene put down the pen she had used to sign the order.

"Here's the military order I signed. Esdeath, take him to the Imperial Prison to select the prisoners. Inform the warden to stop torturing those tribal leaders and hand them over to the Imperial Science Bureau."

"From now on, if there are any heinous criminals sentenced to death, they should also be handed over to the Imperial Science Bureau."

"Yes!"

Just as Dr. Stylish was about to leave with Esdeath, feeling overjoyed at the prospect of selecting his test subjects, Selene's next words left him stunned.

"Dr. Stylish, I plan to observe your experiments."

"Huh?"