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◈ Escaping the Mystery Hotel ◈

Episode 34: Room 103, The Cursed Room - ‘Athanasia’s Human Ranch’ (3)

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[User: ㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁㅁ

Day: ㅁㅁ

Current Location: Level 1, Room 103 (Curse Room - Athanasia’s Human Ranch)

Sage’s Advice: 3]

My memories were hazy.

How long had it been since I fell into that white hell, the human ranch?

Had I been alone, I would have lived on like this without hope until I died, and the way out of Room 103 would have closed forever.

But from the moment I met Teacher, we became each other’s hope.

I learned countless things I could never have known on my own.

Teacher gained a tool that could move outside the tank.

An escape plan.

Just hearing the word “escape” made my heart race.

For perhaps more than ten days, I refined the plan during the one or two hours each day when I could communicate with Teacher.

Teacher’s knowledge and wisdom, accumulated over long years of imprisonment in this facility, and the information I gathered while moving relatively freely through it.

The escape plan we made by combining it all was, in fact, very simple.

At its core, it was not much different from the farm rebellion I had carried out with my hotel companions in Animal Farm.

The plan’s success depended on two factors.

First, whether Teacher could buy me even one minute.

Second, whether I could control Diverse Perspectives, even a little.

There was no way to know either until the day we put the plan into action.

The first depended on Teacher. Teacher seemed to believe it was possible, but...

The second depended on me. Even Teacher, who had surpassed humanity, could not be certain.

Either way, I waited and waited for Teacher’s preparations to be complete.

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As always, Theodus brought me to the enormous underground room today.

After some time, he and the other giants began moving around the room, operating the machinery.

How much time had passed?

Then I heard the voice I had waited so long for.

“Child. It seems the time has come.”

“Didn’t you say we still needed more time?”

“The more power I gather, the greater our chances will be.

“But while I gather power, I can feel you wearing away.

“Even if I gather enough power to buy us time, it would mean nothing if your mind has weakened by the time you need to act.

“Therefore, today is the day.”

My heart pounded wildly. Fear rose from the depths of my soul, freezing my body and mind.

But I knew now. It was simply time to do what I would eventually have had to do anyway.

I quietly stood and looked around.

As always, white giants manipulated incomprehensible machinery with tentacles sprouting from their bodies.

Though I had stood up, no one paid me any attention.

Naturally. To them, I was only a pet.

Who would pay close attention to a pet’s every movement while working?

Then...

-------------KUGUGUGUGUNG!!!!!!!!!!!

An enormous vibration erupted from the tank where Teacher was imprisoned!

As the shockwave burst forth, every giant rose and rushed toward the machinery attached to the tank.

That was probably one of the control devices keeping Teacher trapped.

But...

------------RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

The shockwave was only a means of drawing the giants toward the tank.

As an indescribably dazzling, multicolored sound filled the entire room, overwhelming silence descended.

The giants stopped.

Just as the world fell silent whenever the giants appeared in Animal Farm under the name Goblin, this time it was the giants’ world that stopped.

Now it was my turn.

Steadying my breathing, I ran over and removed the silver bracelet from the arm of a frozen giant.

It was called a bracelet only because of the giant’s size. To me, it was large enough for my entire body to pass through like a hula hoop...

When I pulled it free, the bracelet rapidly shrank until it fit around my arm.

Could I really control this?

Humans made guns.

That did not mean humans were resistant to guns.

Likewise, the Athanasia made this bracelet, but even they had no way to resist its power while frozen as they were now!

That was the heart of our entire escape plan.

Teacher had explained the basic principles and how to use it several times, almost like giving a lecture, but...

I was not confident.

Could a parrot or a dog use a smartphone properly simply because it had been trained?

I did not know. All I knew was that if I failed here, every possibility would truly disappear.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I clicked my tongue slowly and rhythmically. Then I closed my eyes.

From here on, I was entering unknown territory.

It was ridiculous, but this repetitive motion was my only way of holding on to myself.

With my eyes closed, I put the bracelet around my arm.

My body seemed to float far away.

No, my body remained still. Only my consciousness drifted upward, as though it were floating away.

The moment I focused on the Athanasia before me and designated them as a “target,” a storm of incomprehensible information struck my brain.

Could a visually impaired person who had perceived the world in black and white since birth understand vivid colors?

Could a creature born blind in a cave ecosystem understand the concept of sight?

Sharks sense minute electrical currents through their ampullae of Lorenzini. Could humans understand that?

Probably not.

Then...

What would happen if you forcibly crammed a mass of information that was inherently impossible to understand into someone’s brain?

Only today did I clumsily grasp the answer.

A storm of information I could neither understand nor categorize paralyzed my brain.

Mysterious sensations humans could neither feel nor perceive.

A mass of information only the Athanasia could perceive began pouring into my head.

At one point, I saw the world in five primary colors.

At another, I touched sounds, felt colors, and tasted them.

Even as it felt like my brain was melting, I calmly focused my mind.

There was only one way to find myself amid the storm of information.

Focus on sensations I could understand and ignore the rest.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of my tongue clicking.

I focused my entire mind on that sound.

Slowly, my drifting consciousness returned to my body.

I opened my eyes.

A bizarre sensation, an indescribable elation, filled my soul.

The “perspective,” or “world,” perceived by the Athanasia.

It rose in one corner of my mind like a model formed from countless puzzle pieces.

I had succeeded in controlling Diverse Perspectives!

I approached the Athanasia standing nearby.

Teacher, having read my intentions, slowly resumed their stopped time.

Alone in that silent world, the Athanasia began moving slowly, as though confused.

I carefully adjusted the “perspective” perceived by the Athanasia, as though changing pieces of a world crafted by a creator.

Slowly, I planted a piece of information in their mind.

I gradually altered their information about restoring and disabling the control device so that they could disable the control device I could not control myself...

The next moment, the Athanasia I was controlling suddenly raised a tentacle and drove it through their own head.

?

What the hell was that?

“They noticed.”

“Did I make some kind of mistake?”

“Your manipulation was unskilled, and they realized they were being controlled by Diverse Perspectives.

“Even the Athanasia have no way to escape the bracelet’s control on their own.

“So rather than be controlled, they chose death.”

“Then...”

“This was expected. It would have been easier if you could directly control an Athanasia, but did we not make this plan under the assumption that it would not be easy from the start?

“There is no need to be shaken. Proceed with the next step of the plan. I shall gather my strength again as well.

“Today will be a very enjoyable day.”

Was it because controlling Diverse Perspectives had made my senses strangely sharp?

From Teacher, I sensed something different from the gentle, beautiful aura I usually felt...

An emotion that was very deep and dark.

It was not strange. If one had been trapped in a place like this for so long, even a demigod-like being would inevitably develop dark thoughts.

I turned and headed toward the wall.

Diverse Perspectives was not merely a tool for mental manipulation.

To humans, this tool was much like a smartphone.

I was simply too unskilled as a user to utilize more than a tiny fraction of its functions...

The tool itself was an all-purpose device that aided the Athanasia in countless actions necessary for living.

Teacher had said that one of its functions was the ability to “move” within facilities like this.

Calmly, I pictured my next destination.

Not the human ranch or the underground room, but an unknown space I had never visited even once.

The moment Diverse Perspectives read my intent, I arrived in a strange land where the entire world, from sky to ground, was filled with writhing faces.

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