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And the human Jeber Ibn Haideka and the artificial human Cyclami became the harvesting machine.

Cyclami’s skin had turned blue, perhaps because its life was hanging by a thread. But since its original hair was a light purple, it hadn’t changed that much.

However, Jeber had undergone a massive transformation.

The swelling that had been lumpy on his face had completely disappeared, and even his crooked spine had straightened out.

The image that came to mind when thinking of the Evil Wizard had vanished, replaced by a rather handsome man staring blankly at his own hand.

His skin, which had been warped from contact with various drugs, had healed, and even his senses, which had been half-sapped, were fully revived.

KWA-BOOM!

But that was only once. From afar, those who would put an end to their story were approaching. Just because all his injuries healed and he became generally stronger, it wouldn’t be easy to fend off those who prepared to invade him.

In fact, all his previous resistances had been futile.

“How terrible.”

“That thing… it’s alive…”

The ones who entered the room looked at me and spoke. They had no limbs, and many metal needles were stuck in their head and spine, with two long hoses embedded just below the ribs.

Had someone adorned with such devices and forced to the ground been in front of me, I might have felt sympathy.

If it weren’t me, that is.

But since this was what I wanted, there was nothing to be pitied.

Anyway.

I thought I would watch the end of Jeber and Cyclami.

They had given me a lot of information, so I could at least do that, right?

However, Jeber was still staring at his own hand. From his gaze, there was nothing strange about it.

No, his pupils weren’t even properly formed.

Lost in thought?

As if to protect him, Cyclami stepped forward.

“Another doll?”

“No, judging by the magic response, that’s the doll we fought just now. I don’t know why its skin turned blue, but it seems to have no wounds now.”

A man and a woman spoke from a distance.

I recognized the man’s voice.

It was the one I had heard through the bird.

The responding woman seemed to be a subordinate.

I had seen her just moments ago.

She was one of the wizards who magically shot down the chimera harvesting machine.

Different from the typical image one thinks of with a wizard, she was wearing a large machine on her back and a helmet-like headgear, looking almost like a communications soldier. Her staff resembled a club with a light bulb at the end.

More like a soldier than a wizard.

And while all the wizards were holding clubs, there were about five who had machines like the one next to what seemed to be their commander.

It appeared that radio communication had not been invented in this world; were those really communication devices?

At that moment, a memory of Jeber shone brightly, revealing the true identity of that object.

It was a tool that analyzes magic traits and hinders the flow of magic with those traits. Originally, it was a large device that required a vehicle to transport, and now it was minutely compacted to reach here, which I had just evaluated.

As time passes, it’s likely a tool for cutting down the abilities of specific opponents.

Originally, it could only target one person, but the problem is that this tool becomes extremely powerful against artificial humans.

Since the magical traits of artificial humans produced from the same original material are identical, interpreting just one affects the entire battlefield.

As a tool that originally only works on one person, it would usually be too costly to use against a mass of wizards, but in this case, it means precise countermeasures would be taken.

And just because a harvesting machine had become a harvesting machine, its magical traits did not change; Cyclami’s magic immediately weakened.

Cyclami clenched his teeth.

But even if he bit down, the situation wouldn’t change.

He was gradually being pushed back and would soon suffer again, just like before.

“The artificial human is enough! That must be the shaman who healed those wounds! That person….”

The man who seemed to be the commander loudly pointed toward me. By the end, his voice had dwindled, likely pondering how to deal with me.

At least in this moment, they were on the side of justice.

Because they had come to raid Jeber’s mansion, having committed crimes against humanity.

From what they were saying about the god, it seemed religion still held influence here, unlike in the Third World.

Socially, Jeber had indeed committed many atrocious acts.

Digging into Jeber’s memory revealed that at least hundreds of thousands had fallen victim to him.

Ah, but it’s not that they were all used as experimental materials.

Most of them were closer to being fuel. To summon gods or demons using Yasle’s method, a massive amount of offerings was necessary, wasn’t it?

In human society, the value of a person was always low. When you’re close, you forget its preciousness.

Just like how the rare substance in space is not gold, but protein.

And just like how warmth is enveloped in light.

So, isn’t it the case that the more immoral a society is, the more warmth I can gather like this?

Yet, those who came as Jeber’s enemies were at least moral beings.

So seeing me, who was obviously being used, made them hesitate.

He had to decide what to do with me, looking at the still-dazed Jeber and the Cyclami, who was barely managing the magic.

“I will rescue that person.”

Right.

That’s truly a moral sentiment!

Even if he had regenerated once, unless he awakened special powers, he couldn’t defeat the Royal Inspection Bureau.

The Bureau’s wizards pushed Cyclami and Jeber away to a distance from me.

Cyclami had no interest in protecting me, so he immediately distanced himself while protecting Jeber, just as they wished.

Both of them must know the fact that I could only heal once.

Yet, Jeber wasn’t regaining consciousness.

I thought he might die as he was, but suddenly, Jeber abruptly turned his head and glared at an Inspection Bureau member.

“Obey me.”

And then, he said that one line.

“GUAAAH!”

“AAAH!”

In the midst of a struggle, all the attacks aimed at Cyclami suddenly vanished, and the magic he was using to shake them off struck the opponents instead.

Everyone in front of me stopped moving. Cyclami, too, stopped his magic, looking puzzled as the attacks suddenly disappeared.

For a moment, while cautiously eyeing the foes, Cyclami looked over at Jeber with a puzzled expression when they didn’t respond in any way.

When Jeber’s gaze met hers, he smiled.

And he said this.

“Self-harm.”

Most of the opponents destroyed themselves.

The advantage had shifted in an instant.

Speaking of which, there had been harvesting machines in the Third World, capable of controlling others with psychic abilities.

“What… is this?”

“My body… won’t move.”

“Wh-what do I…?”

But just like there, there were still those who could resist.

The commander of the Inspection Bureau and a few of the people beside him.

“Subordinate. Kill the resistors.”

“Understood.”

Instead of questioning Jeber’s suddenly acquired psychic ability, Cyclami immediately killed those who refused his orders.

The tables had turned in the end.

Psychic abilities tend to be obtained when one cannot do anything, no matter how hard they try.

Jeber was indeed in such a situation.

Although he was an excellent wizard, he wasn’t a strong one.

Even if he dealt with gods and demons, it wasn’t that he fought them fairly, but rather that he lured them into traps.

Jeber was a researcher, not a soldier.

So when the Royal Inspection Bureau thoroughly dealt with him, Jeber’s future had been sealed.

And thus, he gained the psychic ability that could overcome that situation.

Well, thinking back, the harvesting machines that acquired the psychic ability that affects the mind often took a long time to react the first time they used their powers.

Until now, one could see it as them being in a situation, but seeing them dazed even now, when they need to react immediately, suggests it might take them time to gear up.

Jeber then went outside and found and subdued the members of the Royal Inspection Bureau who were investigating the mansion.

Most ended with self-harm, but he also occasionally gave strange commands as if experimenting.

Strangle themselves to death, rip their abdomens open, or tear out their innards and eat them.

Needless, yet barbaric commands that seemed aimed at releasing their frustrations.

And soon after, Jeber subdued all the humans who had invaded his mansion.

As the last remaining human slammed his head to the ground and collapsed, Jeber gave the order to Cyclami, who had been following him all along.

“Subordinate. Clean the mansion with the remaining servants. And if there are any living humans, toss them into the bio-storage chamber.”

“Yes. Understood. What do you plan to do next, Jeber?”

The subordinate asked about Jeber’s plans just like a secretary would.

Hearing that, Jeber, as if familiar, crossed his arms and fell into thought.

And after a moment, he said this.

“I will prepare for war. The king has abandoned me, so I don’t need to keep him as a king anymore. I must expand the production facility and create combat dolls. Thankfully, they’ve given me weaknesses and materials of my humans.”

As he said that, he looked down at the human lying before him.

“If diversity is needed, I shall prepare diversity.”

He decided to counter the way they had dealt with him.

So he gathered the surviving wizards, stabbed needles into their heads to extract memories, and tortured them into making dolls.

And he bred males and females together.

Like raising livestock, he developed breeds to make processed products.

And I returned to the machine device to create harvesting machines.

Moreover, this time, instead of just nine per day, anyone who wanted could enter and rejuvenate. And among them, those who acquired special abilities were immediately taken to the mansion.

Thus, the harvesting machines increased steadily.

Furthermore, Jeber was preparing for war. When that war kicks off, he would use me to heal the injured and increase his power.

The Fourth World rolls along automatically; how nice!

I’ll be cheering for you. Keep it up, Jeber!