... twelve years back from modern times...

-----World Genius War End -----

I, Melia Venzel, was alone.

I didn't have any more parents when I realized.

I lived with my grandmother, but one day I went to visit a friend's house and on my way home to go home, I found a group of meteors in the sky. As I watched it blurry it grew brighter and covered the whole sky. As soon as possible, the roar echoes into the city with a dazzling flash of light. I was blown away by a blast.

The house where I lived at the same time became a pile of rubble, and the next day the country that was supposed to have my nationality no longer existed on the map.

Then the days of sleeping under dim bridges and fishing trash cans on the streets.

I got caught up in the war and lost everything.

It's a war orphan.

I was about to be kidnapped and bagged by people buying when I was nine.

But the guy couldn't buy me in a bag.

Because he suddenly threw up blood and fell to the ground. That was due to my "ability".

Without my knowledge, I didn't even know what it was, and I was equipped with the power of alien powers.

The power was the alien ability to 'develop the disease'. And I will be named [the Diseased One (Mobus Creator)], but I was captured by a warrior who found out about it with a quick eye and was sent to the front line as a soldier when I was ten.

That's how - I turned the battlefield... I was fighting in the "Antarctic Continent".

It was the polar war that sent our disposable bullets (commas).

No supplies, soldiers just fight until they die.

Most of my allies were already out of breath.

The enemies are so aliens in a blizzard of very low temperatures.

They can be called authentic "bucket things".

The use of "explosions" that erase about a kilometre radius so as to breathe.

A crazy woman who literally lets ice spears fall like rain and is happy to see people stab her.

A cheeky skinny man who melted humans as if they were cotton candy and together shredded the Antarctic continent to about two-thirds.

Those guys are strong, but they don't kill their opponents right away.

He also looks like he enjoys torture on the battlefield.

Should I say lucky or unlucky that I am still alive with five bodies satisfied?

Maybe they're just kept alive because they were "weak" instead.

The attack will not stop at any time, and the enemy will not be given time for rest or anything else.

Fatigue beyond the limits blurs my vision and my legs don't listen to me anymore.

Bombing sounds in the distance, gunshots and screams are heard nearby.

The screaming sounds are getting closer to me.

Oh, here I die.

Finish only twelve short years of life.

To think so, it was strange to see tears that I'd forgotten to shed before, but those tears also freeze instantly at low temperatures in the poles.

My body, conscious of death, loses its power and falls to the frozen ground.

"Hey, you okay?

But suddenly he appeared, hugged by a thick arm, and I never lay down on the ground.

It was a stranger there, an Oriental man.

"Damn, you're all scratched up to your face. Let the kid do this..."

That strange brunette man slowly lays me on the ground.

"... wait here. I'll make it stop."

When the man said so, the snowstorm suddenly stopped.

Then his vision opened, and the threat that was around him appeared.

... That number sounds stupid to count.

A number of shadows filled his sight, there was silliness.

I was already surrounded by hundreds of psychics.

There was no chance of survival on this battlefield.

What the hell is a man supposed to do in a situation like this?

"I'm gonna stop"?

What are you talking about?

Jumping into such a bunch of buckets is like going to kill yourself.

Absolutely not... you shouldn't go...

If your body moves, you should get away with it as soon as possible!

With such my gaze, the man laughed slightly -

"Then I'll go"

Say that and turn your back on me...

I couldn't see the man like the illusion would scratch away forever.

... disappeared?

... Oh well.

That man was a dream I had. My unrealistic, unrealistic aspirations came out as illusions.

I'm going to be torn apart by that bunch of far-sighted buckets.

That's reality. A future that doesn't move. Desperate future.

The war's over?

There can't be such a thing (...).

The moment I thought so, at the same time (...) the explosion sounded from around, and all the (...) aliens in my sight "blew up (...) like they were beaten".

◇ ◇ ◇

I learned later that his name was Kurono Kagenob.

"[Time Manipulator (Chrono Operator)] S-LEVEL 5".

That was the name of the man who ended that polar war.

◇ ◇ ◇

----Ten years after the end of the World War on Genius -----

----- National Center for the Study of Inherence -----

"Yes, next please"

I, Xuanno (...) Meliá currently serve concurrently as a physician in charge of the infirmary at National Imperial Weird High School and as an appraisal officer at the National Center for the Study of Inalienability. Both are due to my strong demands.

Normally, it is absolutely impossible, but there is also an accent from the Principal of Imperial Weird High School (that one), who is allowed to assume concurrent duties on an exceptional basis, meaning that there are no problems of due diligence or ability.

Now I'm in a very unthinkable position from what I used to be.

Twelve years ago, I was picked up in the Antarctic battlefield by Xuanno Kagenob and brought to this Eastern country, which made the authorities and the military very troubled.

My assessment of mutagenicity is "S-LEVEL3".

It's just the ability to "develop the disease". I can't cure it. Inability to do just harm. My presence is like a biological weapon of mass destruction as it is.

Besides unaccompanied, foreigners of unknown nationality and unknown identity.

Naturally, they were endangered by both state authorities and the military, and the majority opinion was "kill" for security and the safety of the people.

And the military has decided to kill me in secret. I took that for granted, too, and accepted it.

But Kurono broke in there.

Despite the vast majority of persuasions, Xuanno continued to disagree with my disposition that one person, "not satisfied". Even when the military tried to enforce the execution, they stopped it by force.

Ultimately, he said, "He made it my daughter. So here's my relative, complaining" in a nutshell. At the time, he came into the cell where I was incarcerated and all of a sudden, he said, "You, because you've become my child," but I didn't know what you were talking about...

... Let's leave this much to remember the old days.

Today, as an appraiser at the Center for the Study of Inalienability, I am supposed to appraise three middle school students that I became aware of the anomaly after the recent earthquake.

Of particular concern is the boy student who is about to come into the room "wearing a hot pot out of his head was nothing".

According to a prior hearing officer, the powers of alienation that he has ever realized

"A cold bath warms up to the right temperature"

"You can warm your chilled rice noodles to a snail"

"Can chill hot and humid rooms to a comfortable level"

"Even in the summer, the ice cream in my hand doesn't melt all the time"

Says it's a phenomenon.

This means that the alien is expressed in his "unconscious (...)," conveniently.

And they say it's possible to "warm" and "cool" things freely at their will.

Upon hearing the report I drew one conclusion.

And my spine got cold at that conclusion I made.

He is surely a very special alien of the same "manipulation of principles" type as his adoptive father… an alien holder of the "[special] root system (Principle)".

If the person realizes the nature of his or her alien powers (...), he or she may definitely reach level 5. On the contrary, if you do poorly, you risk growing to level 6… "a threat to the world".

Not yet. At best, he says, all he can do is "warm" or "cool" drinks and food. That's because the person is mistaken that it's "that kind of ability".

But what if he realizes his true nature? What if he realizes that his alien powers are an unusual ability to warm matter "everywhere" and "everywhere" it can be cooled? No one will be able to stop him anymore. If he wants it... he has as much power as he can freely destroy or freeze this planet. It's all up to his/her qualities.

Besides, what if his alien usefulness is recognized by the state and the military? Naturally, it would be used militarily as a force of war. With regard to the incompetence, the people will never be able to defy national decisions. This country has made such an absolute law.

It sucks to be sent to the battlefield and just a machine to kill. I can't let anyone experience that anymore.

But just because you have life, maybe you're still a better sucker. If you look heavily at the threat, you may be killed as a "potential threat".

Yes, like when I was.

... it was time to think about that.

Suddenly, the door to the appraisal room opened with momentum after making a fierce noise.

"Nice to meet you, please well!!!

Atsushi Serizawa, the psychic himself, entered the appraisal room.

I verbally communicated the results of the appraisal of alien powers to him while hiding the upset and decided to observe him.

This kid in front of you, Atsushi Serizawa, is a mediocre boy, no matter where you look from.

Is it up to him that the world is in danger?

Speaking of him in front, it also seems like a very ridiculous delusion.

Besides, his eyes are somewhere like his (Chrono).

Is it because you're capable of the same 'root system'?

It seems strangely enjoyable, full of strange powers of life.

But in the next question the child had asked me, I knew that my thoughts were sweet.

"Um! How can my psychic '[TemperatureChanger (Thermo Operator)]' be used as a" force of war "to protect the country?

he said.

I was wondering if I could be a "force of war".

My spine froze as soon as I could.

If he gets sent to the battlefield or something and becomes aware of his abilities or something...... no, he's still better off if he just realizes it. What if it breaks your heart on the battlefield, and if the spearhead of that hostility turns against a wide range of humans?

If that happens, something worse could happen than the damage caused by the "Ten Years Ago Genius Disaster (Level 6)".

That is the only thing that must be prevented.

As much as possible, the sprouts of possibility shall be packed.

"Ha... you're serious?

So I was desperate. to deny his aspirations. Do the best you can while holding your body tremors in. Maybe this is the time for a branch.

"Huh?... Oh, yes... for once. Me, admire one of those psychic heroes who worked in the war! I wish I could be like that."

He uttered the word hero.

Heroic aspirations. A desire to be strong. That's what drives him to the battlefield.

So I deny that I poke and collapse intentionally.

"Hero? Are you okay with your head? Those are nothing but a bunch of buckets, crushing mountains, beating up nuclear missiles, sinking islands in devastating floods… rewriting the topographical map of the world in a mess. That's the hero? I'll make you laugh."

Your voice may be trembling. But you can't stop. Try to prune his aspirations by choosing words carefully in order not to let the battlefield have any hope.

You don't have to go to the battlefield. Even if you don't risk that, in this day and age, you can live in this country. Unless you are even aware of its power.

"On the contrary, I'd like to hear it. You're strong enough to change the temperature of your drink... who are you going to fight?

……

The boy leans down with a slightly sad face.

To a child of this age, I may have overstated it.

But he must first mistakenly assume that his abilities are to that extent (level 1) alien.

At the same time, the same report must be made to the State.

"You must have a rare ability... to use less than a microwave."

I further made the utmost denial possible.

"Really? Ah. Hey, I'm sorry it's not a very useful ability!

Even in my spicy words, the boy who comes up.

"Yeah. It's not going to help at all.

But I don't loosen my words.

For a while, silence.

The boy seemed to have something in mind but cut it out like this.

"So now I can go back to my normal life again?

But I deny it, too.

"That's not true, is it? Even so, an alien is an alien. In the future, your life… your abilities will remain under the control of the state. In the spring, you'll be attending the Imperial Energetic Training School."

You will be targeted by many people in the future. Once its mighty potential is known around, it will surely be exploited from the state, from the military. Some people would think of it as a threat and a life-targeter.

At least until you grow up.

Someone has to protect it.

... as I have had it done.

And I told him.

"As a result of the exotic appraisal, you will be admitted to F-ranked Emperor Weird High School (of which). Because, by the way, the law dictates that there is no veto or anything.

And I wrote "Level 1" on his appraisal and stamped "Specifically Protected".

From here on out, I will continue to lie to him. And you'll be lying to the country, too.

As a result, if he doesn't seem to be able to live on his own, I'll take responsibility.

Even if he ever resents me, that's fine. That's my decision. That's my readiness.

If that leads to his way of life.

That's the way I taught your father (Chrono) to live.

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