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103. Chimeratology

The elevator door opened revealing an underground passageway that had just been created a few hours ago. The walls are still clay so the safety of this place is still questionable. But I can guarantee that this cave is very safe to use.

Along the hallway there were dimly shining lights lighting the way every ten meters. The situation was so quiet, the sound of our footsteps were heard in the hallway, until a rumbling sound began to echo in the hallway.

Grsuur!. That voice sounded like the roar of a wild beast.

“It looks like there is already hungry.” said Arang while smiling holding a laugh at me.

Yes, that roar came from my stomach. It embarrassed me so much that I could feel my face flushed until my hair started to smoke from embarrassment.

The sound of stomach rumbling is an alarm that tells me if my stomach is empty. If I remember I haven't eaten anything since morning.

There were three goblins that had filled the Avatar worm's stomach, but they I threw up right to be handed over to Goblone. Then during the party, I was too busy chatting with the leader of the Exile village so I forgot to taste the dishes that charcoal made.

Forgetting about hunger for most of the day, this must be due to the influence of the Terminatrix body that allowed me to not need food as long as I still got the magic energy army.

But right now I am also using the Avatar worm simultaneously which is stored inside the skeleton of a robot. That's why I feel hungry.

“Uuhg!.” the hunger that is getting worse makes me feel weak. Realizing my condition, Charcoal gave away some of the food he stored in the dimensional pouch.

“Nom nom nom..” without a doubt I immediately ate everything that charcoal gave me.

“Eat a lot, I still keep the food supplies that were originally intended for the party. But it seems I made it too much.”

Charcoal gives me a lot of different foods, whether it's bread or fruitful food all tastes good. She is a very good woman at cooking.

“Rendang!.” My view immediately focused on one of the meat preparations that are very tempting. I wanted to eat the rendang immediately but seeing the portion that opened slightly decided to eat it at the end.

We resumed our journey as I continued to put food in my mouth. Charcoal gives advice if eating sambal walking is not good behavior.

“You remember me to my grandmother.” my frog while chewing chicken opor.

“Really?.” replied with a warm smile.

I only replied with a nod of my head because my mouth was too full.

We finally arrived at the big door. Behind that door is where the hands are held and a ....

Grouuuur....!

The roar was heard again but this time it was more powerful. Arang looked at me with wide eyes as if very surprised to hear the voice just now.

“That's not me!.” with a dead red face, I immediately denied that the sound of a rumbling belly just now did not come from me.

“Oh yes?.” Arang doesn't trust me.

I also split by showing a slightly bloated stomach because of the amount of food I eat. But the dedemit just laughed a giggle that made me realize that it had been bullied.

“Heng, forget I don't want to eat you anymore.” I said with annoyance.

“Whahaha, how old are you to sulk like that just because of a joke?.” charcoal laughter gets louder.

The big door opened, we went into the prison, Arang continued to thrust a very tempting rendang dish into my face, but I threw out a face in return.

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Underground prison, the place is like a cliff where each side of the wall there is a hole fenced by iron, in the hole the prisoners are held.

“It's only temporary so no need extra facilities.”

Although I say it like that, but the main problem of the workers who make this prison is that the little Wurm do not understand how to make the sewer. All they know is digging. While prison bars are all done by the Builders.

Arang stared at each prison, which was mostly empty. Of the 100 holding rooms, only 53 cells were filled. The prisoners are currently asleep, we can hear the agonizing groans of the heavily injured prisoners.

“So what will the plan on them?.” asked Arang who still carries a low plate with the intention of teasing me.

“I want to test some skills that I have never used.” replied me who tried to look calm, even though the aroma of such a strong rendang kept tickling my nose.

“If you want I can teach you how to make cute dolls.”

“Dolls?.” I wonder what Arang means by doll.

“You know, it's like fiddling with a man's head and making him think he's a dog.”

“You can do that!?.” what an amazing ability, I want to learn it.

“Brainwashing is a very easy ability.” said Arang with a bit of bragging.

“Then what do you think is difficult,?.” My toot.

“Creating a Demon God.” Chirps Charcoal.

“Hah?.” I thought I heard wrong, but it wasn't so.

Arang tells the story if he has the ability to combine several bodies of living things into one.

“Isn't that the same as the medical technique called Transportation?.” Arang laughed out loud hearing my words.

“The True Transplant.” Charcoal spreading.

“Yes, whatever it is. But what does that technique have to do with creating a Demon God?.”

“I can combine a human body with a horse and make it a Centaur, or replace a human head with a bull head and make it a Minotour. All the Merger can be done easily with my expertise called Khimeratology.”

I was stunned by Arang's explanation. If it was true that he could do something so great like that, then imagine what he would do to the humans inside the prison.

“I think you can also create some creatures combined between two different races by marrying them in a dwelling. Isn't that very interesting?.”

Arang said that some goblins and Barbarians were seen dating Healer, and the new Minion squad also had fun with Villager and Archer. The women immediately confirmed positive once they came out of the dwelling.

"The ability of the place is remarkable, in reasonable conditions inter-species mating is very difficult to get offspring, the percentage is about 1 in 10,000. many factors must be supported for the regulation between two different genetic factors."

Arang began to speak a language I could not understand.

The grouuuur!

The roar was heard and louder than before. Arang glanced at me with a big smile on his face. A plate of rendang offered to me.

"Really it wasn't me!.” I cried out with tears.

For the sake of my grandmother's name who has returned to earth, if I find anyone who has made that strange sound, I will cram the worm balls until her stomach explodes.