You've Got The Wrong House, Villain

Chapter 2

“It succeeded…! The ‘absorption’ was finally a success!”

It was the very same voice I heard right before I fell unconscious after getting injected with something strange.

I pried my still heavy eyelids apart and blinked my unfocused eyes a few times.

My vision was completely white.

At first, I thought I was trapped inside a white room. But soon, I realized that that wasn’t the case. I stared at the entanglement of lines laid out diagonally before my eyes. They were very thin threads.

Dozens, hundreds…no, it was more than that. Countless densely woven threads were wrapped around my body like a cocoon.

“This is surprising. I didn’t think it could bear it…”

“Looks like we should have experimented with young organisms sooner…”

“As expected of our Doctor!”

“Right? It’s really amazing he could think of something like this!”

Whether it was the voices flowing into my ears or the smell coiling around my nose, I could sense them clearer than before. My five senses seemed to have somehow gotten better.

Riip!

I used my hands to tear apart the white wall before me. But it seemed that wherever I was, was not the empty bed I had fallen asleep on. The moment I tore open the cocoon of threads and leaned out, something gave out from under my feet. I was pulled down by gravity and fell to the floor in one swoop.

Swish!

However, something from above supported me so I was able to land safely on the floor. Instantly, the people around me who were chattering excitedly, simultaneously held their breath.

“Ooh, you’ve woken up!”

Only the man who had brought me here, warmly greeted me with a wide smile on his face.

“How do you feel? Do you hurt anywhere?”

I looked around without giving a reply. The same white threads that had been wrapped my body, were spread out everywhere like a spiderweb. It was a thread from the ceiling that had supported me a little while ago when I fell down.

I lowered my head again and long black threads swept across the floor. To my surprise, it was my hair. My hair color used to be sort-of faded pale gold. But when I slept and woke up, it had turned to color as black as soot, like it had been dyed. Due to this, I didn’t think it was my hair at first. Moreover, before I fell asleep, my hair had clearly been so short that it didn’t reach my ear so I couldn’t figure out how, or when, it had grown so long.

I felt suspicious and looked down at my body. A piece of cloth, seemingly more accurate to call a sack, was on my body. Somehow, I felt slightly taller and my body seemed to have developed a bit more.

I lifted my hands to take a look at them, and my hands which had been filled with all sorts of scars, was fair and smooth like it was carved out of white jade. It wasn’t just my hands. All the skin I could see, the parts not covered by the piece of cloth, was like that. When I thought about it, it wasn’t just my hearing and smell that had become clearer, my vision seemed to have improved dramatically and my body was shockingly light.

It was definitely strange but oddly enough, I didn’t feel much interest in the changes that had happened to me at the time.

I felt calm to an unnatural degree. After I finish my short observation, I lifted my head. And I met several gazes that were watching me. In the midst of that, I opened my mouth and said:

“I’m hungry.”

The hunger I felt was like I had been starved for who-know-how-many days.

“Right, right! It has been a long time since you’ve had proper nutrition so you must be hungry!”

The man responded dramatically when he heard what I said and ordered the other people around to hurry:

“What are you standing there for? Hurry and get something for Arachne to eat!”

The man that brought me here said he was the doctor of bio-experiments at the research institute. He gave me the name ‘Arachne’ and cared for me unlike the first time we met. Of course, this care was merely caring for a test subject. I heard that I was the first successful outcome of this experiment.

The thing that they injected in me was a mysterious fragment found in a ruins, and I was told that these fragments had a strange power in them. Due to this, they were studying whether it was possible for these fragments to be absorbed by humans. And the first success in that area was none other than me.

Later on, I found out that there was a gap of three years between the day I first arrived at the research institute, and the day I woke up.

It seemed that even while I was unconscious, their research had continued to persist. When I thought about it, I remembered that while I was dreaming, I sometimes felt a writhing pain all over my body.

I had lasted longer than they thought, unlike other test subjects who had quickly died once they were injected with the fragment, so they began to bring in young children to experiment on. Even after I woke up, the researchers excitedly focused more on experimenting with children.